With a "bang," Su Dingyao's forehead was covered in blood, which flowed down her forehead onto his face and dripped onto the bed.
That's not enough!
Wen Ying, holding an iron rod, took a step forward, reached out and forcefully grabbed Su Dingyao's blood-stained hair. A hint of pleasure flashed in her frighteningly red eyes, and she grinned and chuckled twice.
The sound was like air studded with sharp nails, drilling into Su Dingyao's ear canal, the piercing and aggressive ringing stabbing through his body.
He exhaled a breath of foul air in fear, his eyes filled with pitiful pleading: "Sister Wenying, please don't hit me anymore, I beg you."
The familiar scene and the disgust on Wen Ying's face, even though it hadn't happened in seven years, made Su Dingyao feel as if he were back in the abyss of that time.
His mother used to beat him like this back then...
Wen Ying sneered disdainfully, "Who do you think you are?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Ying raised the iron rod and swung it directly at Su Dingyao's body and head. Not satisfied, she grabbed Su Dingyao's head and slammed it against the wall! Each slam was harder than the last!
Until Su Dingyao collapsed on the bed, barely alive, with his head bleeding profusely.
Seeing Su Dingyao half-dead, Wen Ying's resentment and anger finally dissipated. She smiled with relief, took out a few red banknotes from her pocket and threw them on the bed without even glancing at him.
As he walked out, he warned, "Take the money to the hospital for treatment. If anyone asks, just say you fell down."
The door slammed shut with a loud bang.
Su Dingyao collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony. His mouth was filled with the metallic taste of blood, and his face was pressed against the ground, blood streaming down his face, forming a pool of blood.
His thick, black hair was soaked with blood, sticking to his cheeks and brow bone. Every inch of his exposed skin was unharmed. His dark, phoenix-shaped eyes were devoid of warmth, as deep and unfathomable as an abyss, churning with a chilling and terrifying aura.
Suddenly, his scarred fingers twitched, wiping the blood from his face and licking the blood from his fingertips onto his lips.
A faint smile slowly curved his lips as he murmured to himself, "Mom, someone who looks like you has appeared."
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At the same time, Wen Ying had just stepped out of Su Dingyao's room when she ran into Gu Sheng, and the happy and excited smile on her face instantly disappeared.
Gu Sheng was her stepbrother, an extremely difficult man to approach. He was arrogant, aloof, and deeply scheming. Most importantly, he was not interested in women. In her previous life, Wen Ying never even gave Gu Sheng a second glance until her death. She knew very well that Gu Sheng looked down on her.
Furthermore, Gu Sheng harbors deep hostility towards her!
Wen Ying felt a chill run through her body. Feeling guilty and afraid, she clutched her fingers and whispered, "Brother, what are you doing here?"
"This is my home. Are you surprised to see me here?" Gu Sheng raised an eyebrow and sneered. His peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and his dangerous gaze swept across Su Dingyao's door before finally landing on Wen Ying's uneasy face. A chilling glint flashed in his eyes.
Wen Ying shrugged and lowered her head, apologizing repeatedly, "No, no, I didn't mean that."
“I know it’s surprising that my brother is coming home so late.”
Gu Sheng scoffed, "You and your mother are equally hypocritical and disgusting."
Wen Ying's face paled slightly, her pupils reflecting Gu Sheng's expressionless face. Her heart pounded in her chest. Had Gu Sheng discovered that she had assaulted Su Dingyao?
She turned her head away from Gu Sheng's cold gaze, swallowed twice, and pretended not to understand, saying, "Brother, I don't understand what you mean."
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