Chapter 246 It seems that I didn’t get enough sleep?
From the bedroom, Xing Yingxue's shrill scream was heard.
despair.
pain.
Song Yanzheng sat on the sofa in the living room with a cigarette between his teeth, his eyes as calm as a frozen pond. Although the shouting was like a needle, it did not cause the slightest ripple in his heart.
Even in the intervals between the rising and falling of his broken voice, a hint of excitement could be seen at the corners of his mouth.
The cigarette butt burned to the end and burned his fingertips before he put it out in the ashtray.
Almost without a pause, he took another cigarette from the box and lit it.
When I was halfway through smoking the third cigarette, I felt my body inexplicably hot as I heard Xing Yingxue's stimulating screams.
He took out his cell phone, skillfully opened an encrypted album, and opened a video.
The video was filled with steam, and Lin Yan was standing naked in the bathroom taking a shower.
Her long hair was wet and draped over her shoulders, and her skin was glowing with an alluring luster under the mist.
The water from the shower spread from the head to the neck and then to...
Song Yanzheng's eyes were fixed on the beautiful body in the video, and his throat gradually became dry.
He took his phone, stood up and walked to the bathroom...
When he finished and came out, the bedroom door was pushed open and two of his men walked out while sorting their clothes, with lust still on their bodies.
One of them walked up to him, bowed slightly, and reported in a low voice: "Mr. Song, it's over."
"Yeah." Song Yanzheng picked up the cup of water on the coffee table and took a sip. He asked, "Did you take the video and photos?"
“Yes.”
"Pass it to me later." Song Yanzheng put down the water cup and walked towards the bedroom.
When I opened the door, a chaotic atmosphere hit me in the face.
Messy clothes were scattered on the ground. Xing Yingxue was lying naked on the 1.5-meter old bed like a dead fish, looking stiff and limp as if she had been tortured.
The exposed skin was covered with shocking purple marks.
She seemed to have no strength left, and she only clasped her arms tightly around her chest, trying in vain to protect the last bit of her dignity.
She stared at the ceiling without blinking, without crying out loud, but tears rolled down her eyes one by one, hitting the bed sheets and leaving small wet marks.
Song Yanzheng walked to the bedside and glanced at the marks on her body without any emotion.
He bent down, picked up the quilt on the ground, and covered Xing Yingxue with it.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning forward slightly, his eyes fixed on the face as pale as paper.
"Yingxue." He whispered, each word as cold as ice: "Are you listening now?"
Song Yanzheng's voice suddenly pierced Xing Yingxue's numb nerves.
Her body suddenly began to tremble, not because of the cold, nor because of fear, but because of extreme disappointment and resentment.
She never thought that her beloved husband would push her into hell with his own hands.
Even if he didn't love her, she never thought Song Yanzheng would hurt her in this way...
The pent-up emotions burst out, Xing Yingxue raised her hand, and with all her strength, swung it towards Song Yanzheng's face.
But he grabbed her hand first.
"Still not listening?" The gentleness on Song Yanzheng's face instantly disappeared, replaced by ruthlessness: "It seems that you haven't slept enough?"
"Song Yanzheng!" Xing Yingxue sat up from the bed, clutching the quilt, her eyes red with extreme pain: "Why do you do this to me? Why..."
Tears welled up in her eyes again, her voice gradually became hoarse, and she continued.
"Song Yanzheng... no matter how much you dislike me, I am your woman! I am the mother of your daughter! I am your wife who has lived with you for two years!"
"How could you...how could you...do this to me..."
Song Yanzheng found it funny to see her with tears streaming down her face.
He reached out his hand, brushed his fingertips across her cheek, flicking away the tears on her face, but his action was insulting and frivolous.
"You blame me? Xing Yingxue, didn't you chase me and beg me to marry you? Why are you blaming me?" Song Yanzheng reached down and held her neck, speaking coldly.
"Yan Yan and I have come to this point. I admit that I have problems, but isn't the biggest problem because of you? If you hadn't appeared beside me and seduced me, I would never have abandoned Yan Yan for money!"
"Xing Yingxue, you are the one who started all this... So, you should also bear the consequences of your actions."
Facing the insane Song Yanzheng in front of her, Xing Yingxue was completely heartbroken.
She shook her shoulders and laughed out loud: "Song Yanzheng, you are really good at disguising yourself. You appear gentle and elegant on the outside, but deep down you are hiding the face of a cruel devil."
"With you being like this, you deserve Lin Yan to look down on you! You can't even reach my brother's toes. If Lin Yan likes you, she must be blind!"
What she got in return was a loud slap in the face.
Her hair was pulled up and she was forced to look into Song Yanzheng's violent eyes.
"Xing Yingxue, then you should watch carefully how I made Xing Yu come to touch my toes and how I made Lin Yan come back to me."
"And your Xing family will soon be finished with me. Whether it's your father Xing Zhonghua or Xing Yu, just wait. This big game will be over soon."
Xing Yingxue suddenly thought of the stupid things she had done before.
Song Yanzheng induced her to transfer all of her and Feng Lian's shares to his name.
Thinking about it now, it seems that everything is not pure.
In addition, Song Yanzheng is usually very close to Xing’s directors and executives in private.
Could it be...that he already had some plan?
She is really good, she personally let the wolf into the house.
"Song Yanzheng, you'd better restrain yourself. If my dad finds out, you'll be in big trouble..."
Song Yanzheng let go of her hair and moved closer: "Do you think your dad is a good guy? There are people who will deal with your dad."
"who?"
"Your second brother."
Xing Yingxue was stunned: "Xing Mo?"
Song Yanzheng smiled but did not respond to her.
"Song Yanzheng, what on earth do you want to do?"
"You'll know after a while. Just stay here and wait for me to tell you the good news."
"You're going to lock me up?"
"No. To be precise..." Song Yanzheng changed the subject: "It's imprisonment."
"Song Yanzheng, Nan Xin is still at home! She can't leave me!"
Song Yanzheng used this as a warning: "You also know about Nan Xin? Then be honest, otherwise... you know what will happen. And your erotic video, you don't want it to spread out, right?"
A bone-chilling chill ran down my spine.
She gritted her teeth: "You...are you human? Nan Xin is your daughter, you can't hurt her! It doesn't matter if you don't love me, but you can't stop loving Nan Xin!"
"Love? I don't even love myself, let alone this daughter you and I have..." Song Yanzheng's eyes drifted away, as if he saw another fair face through Xing Yingxue.
"I only love Yanyan, only her...other people are of no importance to me."
Xing Yingxue collapsed on the bed, her flesh and blood being devoured bit by bit by the devil Song Yanzheng, leaving not even a bone...
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