Chapter 25 Chapter 25 "Don't touch her!"...
Yao Yingxia's face was full of confusion. She didn't know what these things they were talking about had to do with her and how they could all be blamed on her.
He Ming couldn't bear to see her look so innocent, so he bent down and grabbed her collar, forcing her to raise her head. "Why, didn't Shen Xingchuan tell you about all the good things he did?"
Did Shen Xingchuan do it?
Seeing Yao Yingxia's expression of disbelief, which didn't seem fake, He Ming sneered and patted her face. "I didn't intend to put this on you, but my father wanted to die with a clear conscience before he committed suicide. He asked someone to find out who he had offended."
He took a long breath. "But no one was willing to tell him even such a simple truth. Finally, a distant relative who worked at a bank took pity on my dad and let him in on a few details."
He Ming's expression twisted little by little: "He said that my father must have offended the Chuanhe Group, and no bank dared to lend us money anymore."
After his parents committed suicide, He Ming finally understood that liking Yao Yingxia could be fatal.
This is a complete troublemaker.
He would never let her go even if he became a ghost.
He Ming smirked and leaned closer to Yao Yingxia, almost touching her forehead. "How come Shen Xingchuan went to such lengths for you and didn't tell you anything?"
Yao Yingxia really wanted to find a more reasonable motive to prove that Shen Xingchuan's actions had nothing to do with her, but now she couldn't even deceive herself. Thinking back to the gazes that she didn't understand but was vaguely afraid of, and the inappropriate behaviors that went beyond the boundaries of their relationship, now they all had a reasonable explanation.
It turns out that Shen Xingchuan actually likes her.
Yao Yingxia hadn't recovered from her shock when she heard He Ming chuckle, "I never thought Shen Xingchuan was such a romantic. Yingxia, do you want to know how far he would go to save you?"
There was ill intention in his eyes. Yao Yingxia felt a chill in her heart and her face turned even paler than before. However, she knew that it was useless to say anything now.
A blood feud, irreconcilable. Even if she hadn't done it herself, it was caused by her.
He Ming glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already twelve o'clock in the evening and a new day had arrived.
He loosened Yao Yingxia's collar and helped her up from the ground: "We've already wasted too much time just now, Yingxia, let's play something interesting."
She probably knew that her real disaster was about to happen.
He Ming's eyebrows curved, and he said without any room for negotiation: "Yingxia, take off your coat."
He was obviously well aware that the mental pain of lingchi was far greater than direct sexual torture, and Yao Yingxia was exceptionally strong-willed, so he didn't want her to have an easy time at all.
Qin Mian, who was standing by, jokingly said, "Old classmate, if you need any help, I'm happy to help."
Everyone started laughing again.
Her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a huge hand, and the feeling of suffocation was overwhelming, and she froze in place for a moment.
He Ming took the switchblade from Fan Xiangyang's hand and stabbed Shen Qingyuan's arm with it. Soon his school uniform was stained red with blood. Even after such a painful blow, Shen Qingyuan just frowned in his coma and showed no sign of waking up.
Yao Yingxia murmured "no", but found that she was so scared that she couldn't make a sound.
He Ming looked at her coldly and said, "Yingxia, I don't have much patience."
She had no doubt that if she didn't do it immediately, Shen Qingyuan would be stabbed again soon.
The faint light in her eyes faded, and she finally took action, taking off her cashmere coat.
Even though she was still wearing a lot of clothes, the gazes from people around her seemed to have stripped her naked, and everyone held their breath.
She heard He Ming's voice, seemingly coming from a very far distance, and it was hoarse and a little strange: "Continue."
She tried to empty herself, receiving instructions like a robot, and took off her school uniform jacket, pants, turtleneck sweater, and leggings one after another, leaving only a set of ordinary white underwear.
It was a chilly spring day, and the temperature dropped sharply at night, just a few degrees, but she was shivering all over.
Others were feeling extremely hot.
Yao Yingxia resembled a lingerie model in a window display, her skin white and flawless, as luminous as fine porcelain. Even more remarkable was her thinness, with every bit of flesh where it counted.
Almost everyone had a physical reaction, with dry mouth and tongue.
Zhao Xiaohui could hardly control himself and was about to walk forward to touch her skin to see if it was as soft and smooth as he had imagined.
But Qin Mian, who still had a shred of rationality, stopped him: "We haven't done the real thing yet." He looked at He Ming again, "Brother Ming never breaks his promise to us."
Yao Yingxia will be the spoils of war later, so they have to continue to be patient, otherwise they will not have the capital to check and balance Shen Xingchuan.
He Ming nodded calmly: "I will certainly do what I promised you."
Although he had always gone crazy for her before, He Ming now seemed to be the most patient person, not like the others who wanted to eat her alive.
He Ming took out a cell phone from his pocket and handed it to her: "Unlock it."
History always repeats itself. A few months ago, he did the same thing, forcing her to unlock her phone.
But Yao Yingxia was far from being so desperate at that time. Her face was dull and her eyes were neither moist nor red, but He Ming felt that she was about to cry.
The familiar feeling of irritation came up again, and He Ming stopped staring at her.
Perhaps because her fingers were too cold, the touch became less sensitive and she tried many times before successfully unlocking the phone.
He Ming took away his phone, opened the communication app, found Shen Xingchuan's name, and saw several new chat records, all of which were during the Chinese New Year.
Shen Xingchuan: Happy New Year.
Yao Yingxia: Happy New Year.
Yao Yingxia: I wish you all the best.
Shen Xingchuan: My little niece, I miss you a little.
The sympathy he had just felt vanished in an instant. He shook his phone, as if asking for her opinion: "Yingxia, do you want to call your dear 'uncle'?"
But she just looked at the ground without any reaction.
He Ming nodded as if he had heard a response: "Okay Yingxia, as you wish. But I still want to remind you, when you call later, don't reveal our location, otherwise Shen Qingyuan will go to see God early."
After he finished speaking, he told Fan Xiangyang to turn on the TV, and then made a video call to Shen Xingchuan.
The person on the other end of the line picked up the phone almost immediately. He Ming curled his lips and greeted him first: "How are you, Shen Xingchuan?"
Hearing this name, Yao Yingxia finally had some reaction. She had to admit that she missed Shen Xingchuan more than ever at this moment because he always saved her from danger and kept her safe.
Soon the video call was projected onto the TV, and everyone saw Shen Xingchuan's face hidden in the darkness. He seemed to be driving. The light was dim at night, and only the occasional street lamp passing by could illuminate him for a moment.
He seemed quite calm at this moment, and spoke to him without any emotion: "He Ming, it's not too late to turn back."
The young man on the other end of the video could hardly stop laughing. When his shrill laughter finally stopped, he stared at his phone with a sinister look on his face and said, "Shen Xingchuan, you've driven us all to the point of ruin, leaving us no chance of survival. Did you ever imagine this would end?"
He Ming flipped the camera and pointed it at Shen Qingyuan, carefully showing him the wounds. "Look at your poor little nephew. It's all my fault for hitting him too hard just now. He's been unconscious for a long time. Do you think he can wake up?"
Shen Xingchuan's expression darkened, and he lost his composure. "This matter has nothing to do with him."
He Ming started laughing again. He fixed his phone on the stand and adjusted the angle to point it at Yao Yingxia: "Then take another look at your poor little niece. She is definitely involved in this matter."
She lowered her head with no way to hide, as if all the energy had been drained out of her. She was now on the verge of collapse and looked somewhat pitiful.
He Ming walked to Yao Yingxia and carefully looked at the somewhat blurry face on the screen. Shen Xingchuan seemed to have stopped the car and there was no more flashing light, but He Ming still keenly caught that he was on the verge of a rage. His dark eyes seemed to want to eat people, and he wished to cut him into pieces.
He Ming finally felt relieved, and then he heard him put forward a condition: "As long as you are willing to let them go, I can give you a large sum of money, enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life."
He Ming sneered after hearing this. "Shen Xingchuan, do you really think I'm stupid?" Even if he managed to get the money, he wouldn't have anywhere to spend it. With modern criminal investigation methods, any crime is almost impossible to hide. Before being caught, they had a more important mission.
He Ming's smile completely disappeared: "Your dirty money can't buy my parents' lives."
Shen Xingchuan had to ask the question he had been waiting for for a long time: "So what do you want to do?"
He Ming walked closer to Yao Yingxia, put his arm around her shoulders, and slid his palm over her slender arm inch by inch, causing her to shudder.
Sure enough, Shen Xingchuan shouted angrily: "Don't touch her!"
He Ming smiled, but he wouldn't listen to him. His fingers brushed across her collarbone, about to go into her underwear, but he stopped just on the edge. The threat was self-evident: "Please find a place nearby and buy a knife, then return to the car." He added considerately: "Remember to buy a sharp one."
Shen Xingchuan probably realized what he wanted to do, but he just frowned and parked the car in front of a supermarket.
Five minutes later, he returned to the screen with a long, thin boning knife in his hand.
He Ming smiled, expressing satisfaction with his obedience. He also flashed the switchblade in his hand, used it to hook the shoulder strap of Yao Yingxia's bra, and asked meaningfully, "Do you want to see something more exciting?" Then he became a little bored, "Maybe you're tired of it, but I haven't seen it yet."
Shen Xingchuan had already seen through his intentions and simply negotiated with him openly: "He Ming, state your conditions."
The young man nodded: "I can't bear to see Yingxia naked like this."
The implication is that there are other people there.
Shen Xingchuan suddenly became even more nervous.
Then I heard him say, "Why don't you do something to make me feel better?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Shen Xingchuan on the TV screen draw his knife and stab himself in the shoulder. He was wearing a beige sweater that day, and soon blood spread out.
This ruthless act of self-harm startled Qin Mian and the others, who all laughed and cursed:
"Damn, he's quite neat."
"That's fucking cruel."
He Ming was not satisfied and slashed the left shoulder strap with his knife. Yao Yingxia quickly reached out to cover it, then heard Shen Xingchuan ask, "What else do you want?"
He Ming looked at the man who was showing pain but trying hard to endure it, pretending to be thinking deeply, and made an even more cruel suggestion: "Why not cut off another finger to show your sincerity?"
The knife in his hand pressed against Yao Yingxia's other shoulder strap.
Zhao Xiaohui whistled at the side, seemingly looking forward to what was to come. Before the incident, no one thought they were potential criminals, but after it happened, they all hated the heinous crime.
Yao Yingxia's face was ashen, and she wished she could die immediately, but she still shook her head at him. She finally managed to squeeze out a few words, but they came out as, "Leave me alone."
She knew He Ming too well. He was just taking the opportunity to have fun and torture her. Even if Shen Xingchuan followed his instructions completely, He Ming would not let her go.
Shen Xingchuan didn't say anything else, but just adjusted the position of the phone screen and pointed the camera at his hand.
His hands were beautiful, long, well-proportioned, with distinct joints, and looked very suitable for playing an instrument.
Everyone held their breath for a moment, but He Ming didn't believe that Shen Xingchuan would go to such lengths for Yao Yingxia, until he saw him raise his knife and cut off his little finger at the root, with blood gushing out.
He Ming has always prided himself on being a romantic man, but now he finally admits that he is inferior to Shen Xingchuan. Compared with him, he is simply heartless.
Such a cruel scene happened right before her eyes. The impact was so great that Yao Yingxia opened her eyes wide in horror.
Fan Xiangyang felt dizzy and sat down on the ground: "Oh my god, I faint at the sight of blood."
In the past, at such times, Zhao Xiaohui and Qin Mian would definitely make fun of him, but now neither of them could laugh.
For a long time, no one spoke, and only the sound of Shen Xingchuan's heavy breathing due to pain could be heard.
Their original plan was to kidnap Yao Yingxia and force Shen Xingchuan to commit self-harm, but they imagined that Shen Xingchuan would definitely not agree, and then they would humiliate Yao Yingxia in front of him. Even if they could not cause him physical harm, they would at least make him heartbroken.
He Ming didn't expect things to go so smoothly, and an even crazier plan took shape instantly.
He walked closer, hoping that he could hear everything he said next: "Shen Xingchuan, are you willing to sacrifice your life in exchange for Yao Yingxia's safety?"
After a long moment, Shen Xingchuan's voice rang out again in the darkness, so hoarse it almost didn't sound like him anymore: "How can I be sure you won't break your promise?"
Yao Yingxia was extremely surprised. Instead of rejecting it outright, he was thinking about the feasibility of implementing it?
He Ming said with certainty: "I swear by my dead parents that if I lie to you today, they will never be reborn." As long as Shen Xingchuan died, he would no longer vent his anger on Yao Yingxia.
This was obviously not a fair deal, as the bargaining chips of both parties were very different. However, seeing his determined look, Yao Yingxia had no doubt about what he was about to do.
She couldn't afford such a favor. She didn't want to be trapped in such a terrible nightmare for the rest of her life. Yao Yingxia's voice sounded strangely beautiful, as if it had been shattered by thorns. "Shen Xingchuan, your life is very valuable. It's not worth it."
He Ming couldn't stand seeing them like this, so he sneered, "Yeah, we only have one life left, so why not enjoy ourselves while we can."
As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him understood the deep meaning and knew that things were back on track and they could enjoy their spoils.
Qin Mian walked over in an instant and pushed Yao Yingxia to the ground. Zhao Xiaohui tried to pry her legs apart, and Fan Xiangyang grabbed her arms.
She was like a poor insect caught in a dragnet, unable to break free or fight back, and could only close her eyes in despair.
At this moment, his voice came from the screen again.
He said, "Yingxia, your life is more valuable.
He knew very well that if his niece went through what happened today, she would most likely not survive.
Shen Xingchuan held the boning knife to his throat and reminded He Ming, "Don't forget your promise."
He then exerted force on his wrist, completely sinking the blade in. He spat out a large mouthful of blood, and then the entire screen turned red.
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