Chapter 245 I will ask them to be gentle with you
Lin Yan struggled but failed to break free, and slapped him again: "Mad man!"
After a few seconds, Song Yanzheng slowly turned his head back, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his gaze slowed down, moving inch by inch on her body.
"Yan Yan...it's okay if you don't come back to me...then give me a child? Or...be my secret lover..."
Lin Yan was so shocked that she couldn't say anything.
She frowned and looked at the man in front of her whom she had liked for ten years.
How... did it become like this?
How blind were you to fall in love with him?
Song Yanzheng hooked his fingers on her coat belt and continued, "Yan Yan, I've read the diary you wrote in college... You said you liked me... wanted to marry me... and that you would save your virginity for me..."
Song Yanzheng paused, his sinister gaze piercing hers: "But you still slept with Xing Yu... It doesn't matter... Even if you slept with Xing Yu... I don't mind..."
"Yan Yan... if you can't give me your heart... then give me your body... I love you... I really... am going crazy!"
He had untied the belt of his coat, and Song Yanzheng was moving closer to her with his head down.
Lin Yan suddenly smiled.
Song Yanzheng stopped and noticed that her eyes were looking towards the door.
Only then did he realize that there seemed to be a gaze behind him.
Turning his head, his eyes trembled slightly.
He saw Xing Yingxue standing at the door at some point, staring at him blankly with red eyes.
When Lin Yan arrived, she called Xing Yingxue.
One is for his own safety, and the other is to let Xing Yingxue see Song Yanzheng's true face.
She said in front of Xing Yingxue: "Song Yanzheng, don't bother me again in the future. Men with families, please respect yourself."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to walk towards the door, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
Song Yanzheng's force was so strong that his knuckles turned white. He didn't even look at Xing Yingxue, his eyes still locked on Lin Yan: "Don't leave."
Xing Yingxue looked at the hand that was tightly holding Lin Yan, which was like an iron clamp, making her heart feel stuffy.
A warm liquid was about to well up, she blinked hard to force back the tears, straightened her back and walked forward.
"Yan Zheng, let her go."
Song Yanzheng was in a state of confusion. Xing Yingxue had already reached out and covered the back of his hand. Using her fingertips, she pried open his fingers that were curled around Lin Yan's wrist one by one.
"Go away." She turned to Lin Yan and said.
Lin Yan went to another bedroom to find Zhou Gang, only then did she realize that she had been tricked.
The tied-up man was not Zhou Gang at all. He just had his head covered and wore the same clothes as Zhou Gang, which made her mistakenly think he was her uncle.
She understood that she had been fooled by An Chunfang and Song Yanzheng.
After confirming that Zhou Gang was fine, Lin Yan left.
Xing Yingxue stood there, her fingertips still feeling the coolness from when she had just pried Song Yanzheng's fingers apart.
She looked at him, trying to find a trace of guilt on his face, but he just turned around silently, walked straight to the window, took a cigarette from the box and lit it.
The orange-red flame flickered at his fingertips, and the smoke blurred his outline.
Xing Yingxue looked at his back, her throat felt like it had swallowed a needle and she couldn't make a sound.
She knew that Song Yanzheng had never forgotten Lin Yan and had reserved a soft spot in his heart for her, a forbidden place that she was not allowed to invade.
She loved him so humbly, trying to please him carefully, and living the way he liked, just to make him look at her more.
She always comforted herself that since he was willing to marry her and have children with her, he must have her in his heart.
Until just now, she stood outside the door and clearly heard what he said to Lin Yan.
She had to admit that Song Yanzheng didn't seem to have any feelings for her at all...
Every word he said was like a knife, cutting the marriage she had carefully maintained for the past two years into a bloody mess.
Xing Yingxue clenched her palms, her nails digging into her flesh, using the slightest bit of pain to support herself: "Yan Zheng, shouldn't you explain something to me?"
Most of the cigarette burned between Song Yanzheng's fingers, and the ashes were crumbling.
There was no emotion in his eyes behind the lenses, neither guilt nor ripples, as if he was looking at an insignificant stranger.
"There's nothing to explain. What you heard was what I really thought."
Xing Yingxue took a step back, holding onto the edge of the desk to steady herself, her eyes instantly reddened: "Lin Yan... is she so good? Is she... so unforgettable to you?"
Song Yanzheng flicked off his cigarette ash and said in a tone that was almost cruel: "Well, unforgettable. If you can't accept it, then divorce me."
Xing Yingxue's brain stopped functioning for a few seconds.
She walked forward, stretched out her trembling hand, and grabbed his sleeve.
"Yan Zheng..." Her voice was filled with pleading, as if she was grasping at a last straw: "What happened today... just pretend it never happened, okay? I'll pretend I didn't hear anything. Let's live a good life from now on, okay?"
"You don't have to love me...but we still have Nanxin. She's still so young, she can't live without a father..."
Song Yanzheng looked down at the cuff of his sleeve that she was holding, and without saying a word, he just struggled and pulled his hand back.
He put out the cigarette butt in the pot of green radish on the windowsill, his movements slow and measured, before looking up at her: "Okay, it's okay if we don't get a divorce."
Xing Yingxue's heart skipped a beat. Just as a glimmer of hope rose in her heart, it was completely crushed by his next words.
"But I have to make it clear to you," Song Yanzheng said, his words piercing the heart: "Lin Yan is the only one in my heart. This is a fact that will not change. I can fulfill my husband and wife obligations with you, but don't expect me to love you."
"If you can accept it, we can continue to live together. If you can't accept it, then we can divorce."
Xing Yingxue looked at him and smiled at herself, her smile like a flower that quickly withered in the cold wind.
The edges were smoothed out, the pride was crushed, and even when begging him to stay, she could only use the child as a bargaining chip.
She is so ridiculous.
But he's even more ridiculous.
"Do you think Lin Yan loves you? Although I don't like her, she and my brother are in love with each other. I have to call her sister-in-law from now on. Yan Zheng, it's useless to keep pestering me like this..."
"Entanglement?" Song Yanzheng laughed softly. "Lin Yan was originally meant to be mine. I'm just taking back what belongs to me. If you want to talk about entanglement, it's Xing Yu who stole my Yan Yan."
Xing Yingxue suddenly felt very tired.
I was so tired that I couldn't even shed tears, so tired that I didn't even have the energy to argue.
She looked out the window at the dark night, and the remaining expectation in her heart was finally extinguished like a candle blown by the wind.
Some things are wrong from the beginning.
She hit the wall twice to prove her stupidity.
She is the only daughter of the Xing family, why does she have to live like this?
Why should I lose my dignity because of a man?
She should wake up.
"If that's the case, we'll get divorced sooner or later... Yan Zheng, let's end it as soon as possible... You go pursue what you want... I also want to find my old self..."
"I'll have a lawyer draft the divorce agreement. Nan Xin will be mine, and half of the property will be yours."
After saying that, Xing Yingxue turned and left.
When he reached the door, he was stopped by two men.
Just as Xing Yingxue was about to speak, Song Yanzheng walked up to her and his cold voice sounded in her ear.
"Divorce is possible, but not now. Some things are still immature. You and I still have to play the role of a good couple."
Xing Yingxue saw the conspiracy in his eyes and felt a chill in her heart: "Yan Zheng...what on earth do you want to do?"
Song Yanzheng raised his hand and touched her head: "Don't ask if you shouldn't ask."
Xing Yingxue couldn't understand him, and suddenly felt that the man in front of her, whom she thought was gentle and delicate, was strange and scary.
She mustered up her courage and spoke to him in a firm tone for the first time: "No, if you want to divorce, do it now. Nan Xin is still at home, I'm going back first."
As she took a step, her hair was pulled violently. Her head tilted back and Song Yanzheng had already walked around in front of her and grabbed her neck with his other hand.
"Yingxue, why aren't you listening anymore?"
Xing Yingxue couldn't breathe and slapped his arms with both hands: "Let... go..."
Song Yanzheng continued to exert his strength, staring at her flushed face playfully.
"It's okay that Yanyan is disobedient, but you are also rebellious? Yanyan can be willful in front of me, but you can't."
After saying that, he let go.
Xing Yingxue collapsed to the ground, trembling and gasping for breath.
Then, he was held up by two men.
"Yan Zheng...what...are you going to do!"
Song Yanzheng slowly took out a cigarette and spoke.
"From now on, you've already gone on vacation abroad. Be honest and don't interfere with my plans. You don't want to become a cripple like Xing Yu, right?"
Xing Yingxue's nerves jumped, and she suddenly realized: "It's you! You did this to my brother?"
Song Yanzheng didn't light the cigarette, but turned it in his hand.
"That's right. I originally wanted to kill him outright, but if he died, wouldn't he become Yanyan's unforgettable white moonlight? It would be more interesting to make him a cripple, inject him with drugs, torture him both physically and mentally, and make his life worse than death."
"Song Yanzheng!" Xing Yingxue gradually collapsed: "How did you become like this? How could you do such a thing? Aren't you afraid that I will tell my dad about this?"
Song Yanzheng pulled the corner of his mouth, finally lit a cigarette and took a puff, then raised his fingertips to his two subordinates.
"Drag her into the house and sleep with her. Take the video and nude photos. Make sure to shoot them in high definition."
Then, his gaze slid mercilessly towards Xing Yingxue's trembling pupils.
"Yingxue, don't worry, I will ask them to be... gentle with you."
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