"But the suffering you endured has nothing to do with them, they are all innocent! And Ouyang, he's just a surgeon, you know how important his hands are. But, but you made people..."
The thought that Ouyang almost ruined his right hand because of her made her feel extremely guilty.
It's unknown whether Qin Lang caused any more trouble for Ouyang afterward.
Perhaps it was because she mentioned Ouyang that Qin Lang's anger flared up instantly.
His cold gaze locked onto Mu Wenya, and without any pity, he gripped her chin tightly, lifting it and tightening his grip sharply. His long, slender fingers pressed down on her chin, almost turning it white.
Mu Wenya gasped in pain, her eyes filled with a misty white light.
She felt as if he were crushing her bones, a chill rising from the soles of her feet and reaching the top of her head. This chill filled her with uncontrollable fear, and her whole body trembled.
“Ouyang…” Qin Lang murmured, repeating it over and over.
"Wenya, I really didn't expect that in the years we've been apart, you would fall in love with another man so quickly."
"I didn't..."
Mu Wenya denied it with tears streaming down her face, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Qin Lang gripped her chin even tighter, his bloodshot eyes fixed on her, shooting out a venomous light.
"No, Wenya, you are mine, mine alone. I will not let anyone else have you, never! Ouyang, what is he? He has no right to have you. You cannot like him, you cannot. Yes, I will kill him. Only by killing him can you be with me wholeheartedly and stop thinking about him..."
Qin Lang's frenzied madness sent chills down Mu Wenya's spine, as if a wicked devil was standing before her.
"Qin Lang, for the sake of the good times we shared, listen to me, don't continue down this wrong path, okay? Release Ouyang, release my father, release all of us, go and turn yourself in, make up for the mistakes you've made..."
"Let them go..." Upon hearing this, Qin Lang seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. He released Mu Wenya's chin, a sinister smile on his lips. "If I let them go, who will let me go? It seems that as long as Ouyang is alive, you will never be wholeheartedly with me."
His words startled Mu Wenya, who looked at him cautiously. "What...what do you mean? What are you going to do now?"
"It's nothing, Wenya. You have to believe me, I would never hurt you. It's just that Ouyang's presence is distracting you, even making it hard for you to eat. If I kill him, will you be able to eat again?"
This is not something a normal person would say.
Qin Lang is now a complete madman.
Mu Wenya's hands hung limply at her sides, clenched into tight fists. Her long nails almost dug into her flesh, and the excruciating pain gradually calmed her down.
"You just want me to eat, right? Fine, I'll eat."
Qin Lang's eyes flickered. "You're doing this for Ouyang?"
Mu Wenya took a deep breath. "No. You went to such lengths to hire a French chef for me and made my favorite foie gras. I really want to eat it."
As she spoke, Mu Wenya turned to get a plate from the dining table. At the same time, Qin Lang also reached for a plate, accidentally touching her hand.
Mu Wenya felt a wave of nausea and fear, but she endured it, not daring to show it, and did not pull her hand away.
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