Chapter 33 Now, I can't even let myself go. How can I let you go?
"Hahaha……"
Lin Jinyun laughed crazily.
She propped up her upper body, her messy hair stuck to her pale face, but her eyes still held a look of madness and provocation.
"Feng Mingzhou, Feng Mingzhou."
"Congratulations on getting your revenge, but your beloved woman is dead!"
"Gu Manman is dead!"
"He's been dead for half a year!"
She almost yelled, every word directed at him.
"You'll never see her again!"
She leaned against the carpet and laughed until tears came out. Her voice was hoarse from the suffocation just now, but it was filled with a morbid excitement.
"You pushed her to death with your own hands!"
Feng Mingzhou's body shook, and his bloodshot eyes stared at her, with terrifying madness surging in them.
Lin Jinyun looked at his painful expression, and the resentment in her heart was greatly satisfied. She laughed even louder and more wantonly.
"The day you marry me in such a grand ceremony will be the day your beloved will die! Feng Mingzhou, did you hear that clearly?!"
She spoke each word clearly, and each word was like a poisoned nail that pierced Feng Mingzhou's heart, leaving holes all over his heart and causing him excruciating pain!
"From now on, every year of your wedding anniversary will be her death anniversary! Hahahaha! Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"
"When you held me in your arms at the wedding, did you ever think that she was rotting in the cold sea? Did you hear her crying?"
"Oh, by the way, she probably can't even cry anymore, because she was eaten by the fish a long time ago, right? Not even a bone is left!"
"Death anniversary, Feng Mingzhou! Our wedding anniversary is Gu Manman's death anniversary! Don't ever think of forgetting it! Hahahaha!"
"Congratulations again on your great revenge. Are you very happy in your heart? Hahahaha..."
Her laughter echoed in the empty practice area, sharp and crazy, full of desperate curses and the pleasure of revenge.
Death anniversary.
Death date.
His dead eyes were completely swallowed by blood.
The string of reason snapped.
He turned around abruptly, picked up the heaviest No. 1 wood club in the golf bag next to him, and walked step by step towards Lin Jinyun who was lying on the ground. His tall figure cast a huge shadow, completely covering her.
Under that pair of silver-white hair was a face that belonged to a demon, devoid of any human emotion.
Lin Jinyun looked at the golf club and the smile on her face finally froze. Thinking of the man in front of her who had a life-and-death feud with her Lin family, fear made her whole body cold and unable to move.
"What...are you going to...do?" Lin Jinyun's voice was shaking badly, and the desperate urge he had just had was long gone.
Feng Mingzhou did not answer.
He raised the golf club, and with a whistling sound, he smashed it hard at Lin Jinyun's outstretched hand!
"ah--!"
A shrill scream broke the silence on the top floor of the cruise ship.
"Crack", the crisp sound of bones breaking.
Lin Jinyun's wrist was twisted at a strange angle, and blood gushed out instantly.
She almost fainted from the pain and curled up into a ball, looking in horror at the madman in front of her who had completely lost control.
"Mad! You're a lunatic!"
The violence in Feng Mingzhou's eyes did not diminish at all, but instead became more intense because of that scream.
He raised the club again, and the club head, which was shining with cold metallic light, was aimed at Lin Jinyun's other intact hand.
"No! No!"
Lin Jinyun was so frightened that her soul left her body, tears streaming down her face, and she frantically moved her body backwards, trying to avoid the fatal blow.
"I was wrong! Ming Zhou! I was wrong! Please! Let me go!"
"I won't dare to do it again! I don't want anything anymore! I don't want the Lin family anymore!"
“Please…”
Her cry for mercy was humble and miserable, without the arrogance and viciousness from before.
Just as the club, carrying the aura of destruction, was about to fall again—
A small, furry white figure stumbled out from around the corner.
It’s the pure white kitten that looks like Snowball.
It seemed frightened by the noise here, whimpering, and looking at Feng Mingzhou anxiously with its wet black eyes.
Feng Mingzhou's raised golf club stopped in mid-air.
The madness and brutality in his eyes strangely faded a little under the pure and innocent gaze of the kitten.
He lowered the club slowly, his movements stiff.
Then he squatted down and stretched out his hand towards the kitten.
The kitten hesitated for a moment, then cautiously moved closer and licked his fingertips gently.
Feng Mingzhou's body trembled.
He gently picked up the kitten and held it in his arms, his movements incredibly gentle.
"Snowball..."
He whispered, his voice hoarse with a heartbreaking tenderness.
It was as if what he was holding in his arms was a treasure that he had lost and found again.
He held "Snowball" in his arms, slowly stood up, and his eyes returned to Lin Jinyun who was lying on the ground.
Only this time, the madness in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by a deeper, colder... despair.
"Do you really think," he began, his voice even more frightening than his previous outrage, "that I don't know what you do in private?"
Lin Jinyun's pupils suddenly contracted and she stared at Feng Mingzhou.
Feng Mingzhou didn't look at her again. He just gently patted the kitten's head in his arms, and then snapped his fingers.
The crisp sound of finger snaps echoed in the empty practice area.
The two bodyguards in black who had been standing silently outside came in. One of them came out leading a huge Doberman.
The Doberman was dark all over, with bulging muscles and fierce eyes. His mouth was slightly open, revealing his sharp white fangs, and a low, threatening growl came from his throat.
It was tightly pulled by a specially made thick leather chain, but its potential for ferocity was still chilling.
Lin Jinyun looked at the grinning Doberman getting closer and closer to her, and fear completely overwhelmed her like a tide.
She even forgot the severe pain in her wrist, leaving only the most primitive instinct of survival.
“No…don’t…”
She shook her head desperately, and her voice was trembling.
"Mingzhou! Please!"
Feng Mingzhou's eyes were as cold as the wind from hell.
"Let me go...please let me go..."
Lin Jinyun completely collapsed, fell to the ground, begging like a pitiful creature.
Feng Mingzhou held "Snowball" in his arms and gently stroked its soft fur.
His gaze passed her and fell on the huge screen. The virtual St. Andrews golf course was still perfect, with clear blue skies and green grass, a perfect scene that never changed.
He held the cat, turned around, and walked out with heavy steps.
His leather shoes made almost no sound as they stepped on the carpet; only the thick, indissoluble smell of despair from him permeated the air.
His voice was low, filled with great, suffocating sadness.
"now,"
“I can’t even let myself go.”
"How can I let you go?"
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