"You...what do you want to do?!" Watching her approach step by step, Ning Weiwei felt infinite fear and terror in her heart, and her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Concentrated nitric acid, ethanol."
Meng Sheng sneered, his tone contemptuous, standing two or three steps away from her, "Shouldn't I be the one asking you this? What do you want to do? Create an explosion and die with me? And destroy the art museum in the process? Kill two birds with one stone?"
"You...why do you know that?"
Ning Weiwei's face was covered with a dark haze. "Why on earth? And you brought people here to ambush me? I have never told anyone about this. Why did you..."
"Do you hate me that much?" Meng Sheng couldn't understand. "Since we met in college, I've never done anything to let you down. You..."
"Stop being ridiculous! Meng Sheng, there are only you and me here. Who are you trying to show off to?!"
Ning Weiwei interrupted her harshly, "How dare you say that I was chased by that old witch Yu Qionghua to have an abortion and didn't dare to return to Jing City. Wasn't it you who forced me to do that?!
Wasn't it you who set up that stupid old woman to have someone photoshop my nude photos and put up a banner saying she was going to take a concubine for her husband? Wasn't it you who caused Shang Boyu to break up with me on New Year's Eve, causing me to have a miscarriage and nearly lose half my life?
I can't make it in Beijing anymore. I've been exposed online and nothing is left. Isn't it you who made me a pariah? I'm living in hiding now.
Why can you live such a glamorous life in the public eye, drive a luxury car, live in a mansion, carry Chanel, carry LV, and have a carefree relationship with other men? Why?
"A scoundrel like you who is two-faced, self-righteous, and cunning deserves to go to hell and be despised by the world for the rest of your life! You don't deserve to be loved!"
Meng Sheng couldn't help laughing as he listened to her tearful words of hatred and determination.
The sarcasm and disdain are very obvious.
That smile didn't even reach his eyes.
Suddenly, the light in his eyes darkened and turned cruel and cold.
She walked over and slapped Ning Weiwei in the face, questioning her word by word, "Oh, who is the one who interfered with my marriage? Who is the one who wants to replace me?
After knowing that I was pregnant, who was it that deliberately tripped Yan Shitong and pushed me? Who drugged my fruit tea? Who activated my brakes and installed GPS tracking on my car?
"Ning Weiwei, you are a filthy, disgusting, and despicable person. In every single case, have I ever wronged you? This situation today is all your own fault!"
She slapped Ning with all her strength, causing him to tilt his head slightly and his face to quickly become red and swollen.
Even her palms felt a slight pain, but she didn't care at all. She turned Ning Weiwei's face over and pinched her jaw hard, her rounded nails digging into her flesh.
"I don't want to pursue these matters with you now. It's meaningless."
Her voice slowly trailed off, her eyes meeting hers directly, "I only have two questions for you!"
Ning Weiwei gasped in shock after being hit by her, and tried to pull her head out of her hands, but every time she moved, Meng Sheng's nails dug deeper into her jaw flesh.
Her eyes were red with pain, but there was nothing she could do but stare at her angrily and unwillingly.
Meng Sheng asked coldly, "Even the police couldn't find your whereabouts in the days since you came out of the detention center. Who was helping you?"
Ning Weiwei's pupils shrank and she subconsciously wanted to turn her head, but Meng Sheng didn't let her.
She roared in anger, "Who? Who will help me? Who can help me? Don't think I don't know. After I get out of prison, you hired someone to monitor me. If I don't hide, am I just going to wait for the police to come and arrest me?"
Meng Sheng didn't want to beat around the bush with her and asked directly, "Is it Gu Ci? She's helping you, right?"
Ning was slightly startled, and his originally tense heart suddenly relaxed. He looked at her in confusion, "Who is Gu Ci?"
Meng Sheng pursed his lips and glanced at her expression, as if he was carefully trying to discern the truth in her words.
But if you think about it carefully, with Gu Ci's cautiousness, even if she was really helping Ning Weiwei, she might not directly introduce herself to Ning Weiwei, or go to see her directly.
Otherwise, there is a risk of being taken advantage of by Ning Weiwei, which is a big handle.
Both for Gu Ci herself and the entire Gu family.
Therefore, it is understandable that Ning Weiwei does not know Gu Ci.
She pondered for a few seconds before speaking slowly, her voice as cold as ever. "How did you meet her? Did she take the initiative to find you? How do you usually keep in touch? Did she arrange accommodation for you during this period?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. I already told you no one is helping me. It's fine if you don't understand what I'm saying, but now you can't even speak human language, right? Ah!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Sheng let go of her jaw, raised his hand and slapped her in the face again, then grabbed her hair and forced her to raise her head.
"Do you understand now?"
Ning Weiwei was stunned and couldn't react, but Meng Sheng didn't have the patience to waste time with her. He simply walked to the desk and took out an art knife from the pen holder.
The short blade was piercingly cold, like a needle tip, and it stung Ning Weiwei's eyes.
She came back to her senses in an instant, and all the fear and panic surged up like a tide.
His stomach was churning violently, and his breathing was cut off in his chest, turning into rapid and ineffective gasps.
She just watched Meng Sheng slowly walk towards her holding the art knife.
Everything around her began to fade and blur, only that deadly cold light was getting brighter and closer, occupying her entire trembling world.
"Ah...Meng Sheng, Meng Sheng! What do you want to do?! You...you are lynching. The police will not let you go once they find out. Don't come over here, don't come over here...ah..."
The cold blade was pressed against her pale, terrified face, and her screams were instantly silenced.
She was afraid that Meng Sheng would be frightened by her scream and her hand would tremble, causing the sharp blade to pierce her face, and blood would flow uncontrollably down her jawline.
"police?"
Meng Sheng sneered, "What? You're still dreaming of living an ordinary life from now on? You think I'll hand you over to the police and let you serve a few years in prison and then get out? What are you dreaming about? Ning Weiwei, you don't have a chance."
Ning was slightly startled, his body froze.
Her eyes widened. "Wha…what do you mean? You want to kill me?"
After a few seconds, she laughed ferociously and crazily, "Hahahahahaha, sure, fine, go ahead and kill me, and you won't have a good life anymore.
You and the art museum you are so proud of will also be tarnished. If your mother in heaven saw this, she would definitely be very pleased...ah..."
Meng Sheng lowered his eyelids coldly and slightly increased the strength of the art knife. Scarlet blood quickly seeped out of his fair skin and dyed the blade red.
The corners of her lips rose slightly, "Killing you with one knife is too easy for you. I should cut you up piece by piece and then use your blood as paint to draw a picture.
That will definitely look great, my mom will probably like it, what do you think?"
"Wha…what?"
Ning Weiwei's voice trembled uncontrollably again, and her bloodshot pupils reflected Meng Sheng's oval face, which was not made up but still incredibly beautiful.
She never knew that Meng Sheng had such a crazy side.
Lingchi with one knife after another?
Use her blood as paint?
She could barely feel the pain on her cheek anymore and blurted out, her voice breaking, "Are you crazy?!"
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