Sang Tianen could not feel any pain and could not hear any sound. Her only goal now was to kill the tall woman in front of her.
The long knife pierced into her flesh again. She took the opportunity to hug the tall woman, pressed her to the ground, and then picked up a stone on the ground and smashed it on her face.
Blood splattered on her eyelids, face, and body.
She smashed without blinking until the face under her was covered in blood and stopped struggling, then she put down the stone in her hand.
She turned around expressionlessly and looked behind her. Seeing that everyone except Sang Muyang and Qiao Sirui was lying on the ground motionless, she slowly turned her head, gripped the long knife on her abdomen, and pulled it out with all her strength.
All her nerves were awakened at this moment. The severe pain made her pupils shrink continuously, and veins popped out of her raised neck and forehead, but she just gasped violently without making a sound.
After pulling out the knife, she reached out to grab her cell phone, and a pair of feet wearing branded sneakers appeared in front of her, clean without a speck of blood.
The owner of the foot bent down and picked up the phone on the ground.
"Call...call...the emergency number." Sang Tianen spat out a mouthful of blood and spoke incoherently.
Qiao Sirui, holding the phone, remained motionless. She looked at Sang Tianen, who was lying on the ground covered in blood, with a smile on her face. She asked softly, "Sister, are you okay?"
Sang Tianen didn't answer her.
Seeing Qiao Sirui still speaking slowly, Sang Muyang glared at her with red eyes and shouted, "Sirui, what are you doing? Call the emergency number quickly. Can't you see that my family members are injured?"
Qiao Sirui looked at him and sighed in a melancholy manner: "Yangyang, sometimes I really think you are a little stupid."
"What do you mean?" Sang Muyang was stunned.
"Can't you see? Your sister offended someone, and they kidnapped us, and we were implicated by her."
"Don't tell me this. Call right now. It will be too late if you're any later." Sang Muyang's hands and feet were still tied. He could only arch his body and shout anxiously.
Qiao Sirui still had no intention of making a phone call. She even found a wooden chair to sit on. She leaned the long knife that had just cut the tape on her hand against the corner of the wooden wall.
"Si Rui, what are you doing? Hurry up and call!" Sang Muyang urged again, "My sister is dying!"
Qiao Sirui's gaze shifted to Sang Tianen, who was lying motionless on the ground, breathing weakly, and she murmured, "What a tough life."
Only at this moment did Sang Muyang truly understand that Qiao Sirui did not want to save his sister.
"Wife, I beg you, please call quickly." His tone softened.
Qiao Sirui said in embarrassment: "Yangyang, it's not that I don't want to save my sister, but look at her lying on the ground now, she's probably dead."
"No, can you please call me? I beg you." Sang Muyang cried and shook his head.
Qiao Sirui sighed, stood up and walked to Sang Tianen, raised her foot and kicked, then said to Sang Muyang, "Look, he's really dead."
"No, no, how about this, you untie the tape on my hands and I will make the call myself." Sang Muyang looked at her pleadingly.
"You reminded me." Qiao Sirui smiled, took out a handkerchief from her pocket, wrapped another long knife and threw it where Sang Muyang couldn't reach.
Sang Muyang showed an incredulous look: "What are you doing? Are you crazy?"
"Yangyang, you know me well. I will repay any kindness I receive, and I will also avenge any grudge I take." Qiao Sirui's voice suddenly turned cold, along with her eyes. "She humiliated me repeatedly back then, and everything that happened today is just retribution."
"But she is my sister. Even if she tried to stop us from being together, she is still my sister. I can't just watch her die." Sang Muyang stared with big tears rolling down his face.
"She is indeed your sister, but if it weren't for her, how would we have ended up in this place? If it weren't for our good luck, your parents wouldn't be the only ones lying on the ground right now."
"Si Rui, for my sake, please save my sister, okay? All the mistakes are my fault. My parents are gone, and I only have this sister left. I beg you..."
Seeing Sang Muyang's painful expression, Qiao Sirui paused, stood up, walked to his side, hugged his head and said gently: "Yangyang, your sister is dead."
"You're lying! Let me go! I want to save my sister..." Sang Muyang suddenly struggled desperately. "Qiao Sirui, you beast! I was so blind to fall for you."
Qiao Sirui's face suddenly changed. She pressed her hands on the sides of his head and forced Sang Muyang to look at her: "Do you think I'm doing this for myself? I'm doing this for you!"
Sang Muyang stared at her intently.
"Think about it, your brother-in-law and your sister are divorced. Now, as long as your sister dies, you will be the only one left in your family. You will be the only heir."
"...So that's what you were planning!" Sang Muyang gritted his teeth and said, "Your wishful thinking is wrong. I still have two nephews in the hospital."
Qiao Sirui laughed, as if mocking his naivety.
"It's just two-month-old cells. Who would know if something happened? As long as we have money, this kind of thing can be easily done."
Sang Muyang looked at the woman in front of him. She looked like his wife, yet she was so strange that it was frightening.
His lips trembled as he asked, "Qiao Sirui, were you with me in the beginning because of money or because you loved me?"
"Of course it's because of love." Qiao Sirui touched Sang Muyang's injured neck, and the latter shuddered in pain.
"Yangyang, you are the man who loves me the most in this world besides my father. From the moment we got our marriage certificate, I vowed to treat you well for the rest of my life."
"It's so touching!" Suddenly, the sound of a man clapping came from outside the door.
Almost at the same time, Qiao Sirui ran to the door. A black figure flashed by quickly. Before Qiao Sirui could react, her neck was strangled by a thin silver wire.
The man dragged her into the house. Qiao Sirui kicked her legs and used her hands to scratch at the pair of hands wearing black leather gloves.
Sang Muyang stared blankly at the beautiful man who suddenly appeared before him and asked, "Who are you?"
"Little Star, my name is Little Star." The man smiled innocently.
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