Chapter 42: Slow Knife Cuts Meat
Zhang Ji stepped on the accelerator all the way, and He Qian scolded him for deliberately driving too slowly!
"Stop her!" He Qian followed Song Li's location and chased after her with all his might. He had already seen her car!
Zhang Ji didn't dare to hesitate. He accelerated to overtake Song Li and even honked the horn and turned on the lights. He only dared to cross and block her car when he was at a safe distance from the front of her car!
Song Li braked suddenly! Her entire chest hit the steering wheel, and her bones hurt so much that she grimaced. Before she could come to her senses, she heard the sound of glass banging!
"Open the door!" He Qian pounded on the glass window outside.
Song Li was surprised, but he still reached out and groped to press the unlock button. With just a click, the car door opened and a gust of cold wind rushed in!
He Qian reached in, unbuckled her seatbelt, and roughly dragged her out, "You lied to me that something was wrong! You lied to me that you were not feeling well! Tell me where you are not feeling well!"
Song Li's arm was burning with pain. She wasn't going back. She was going to see her father. She was almost there! She resisted hard, twisting his fingers, "Let go! Let go! Don't touch me!"
He Qian used both hands. Her resistance and shouting completely infuriated him!
One of Song Li's shoes was torn off, but she was still struggling!
He Qian grabbed her arm with great force, causing it to turn red, and then dragged her straight towards his car!
Song Li lost her balance and her right knee slammed hard on the ground! Before she could stand up, He Qian dragged her forward!
"You lied to me and told me you were uncomfortable! You won't feel uncomfortable when you see Ling Puyan?!" He was like a mad beast!
Song Li felt a tearing pain in his right knee, shaking his whole body! It seemed as if a large hole had been broken, and soon warm liquid began to flow out...
He Qian didn't care, dragged her to the car and stuffed her in!
Song Li's skirt was torn by the floor, and a trail of blood was flowing under her right knee, the same color as her red skirt. The pain was so severe that she couldn't open her eyes!
He Qian restrained her body movements all the way back to Ciyun Pavilion and carried her upstairs.
Song Li's head was filled with blood, and his stomach was pressed against his hard shoulders. The moment he was thrown onto the bed, he felt dizzy and retched...
The room was pitch black. He Qian's alcohol was taking its toll on him, and his bestial nature was unleashed. He was completely out of control...
Song Li was panting heavily, his whole body weak, but he could clearly feel his clothes being torn off, a familiar body pressing down on him, his hands being strangled by the wrists and pressed above his head...
She felt so desperate that she felt like she had fallen into a bottomless abyss. Darkness enveloped her. The pain in her body and the despair in her heart brought her to the brink of mental collapse...
She thought, even if she died at this moment, she wouldn't be able to face her father... On the day he passed away, his daughter dressed up beautifully, celebrated someone else's birthday, and now she was lying in bed making love with someone...
It was morning when Song Li woke up.
He Qian left at some point, and the temperature on the bed had already cooled down.
When she opened her eyes, she saw a messy room. The quilt was twisted into a shape as if it had been through a fierce battle. The floor was a mess, with her tattered red skirt and He Qian's suit lying on it.
The whole bedroom looked desolate as if it had been defeated after a fierce battle.
Song Li's whole body ached, especially her right knee! She struggled to get up and lifted the quilt, only to find a large wound on her right knee. Dried blood was stuck to the quilt, and the flesh had been torn away in one piece!
The pain made her breath stop!
The white quilt was covered in blood, a shocking sight! Some of the marks had already turned black, and her right knee was ripped open, a horrific sight! The wound was deep, exposing the bone, and now it was oozing blood.
Song Li got out of bed, dragged her injured leg into the bathroom, and looked at her bruised body in the mirror. She never needed to embellish how miserable she looked.
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He Qian spent another night hiding in Fenghua Manor, staying awake until dawn, smoking one cigarette after another.
Last night, after he brutally tortured Song Li, she fainted and drowsily called out "Daddy"...
In a trance, his mind finally became clear. Yesterday was her father's memorial day! A month after his mother and Qin Xiang died, he personally forced her father to death, thirteen years ago yesterday!
She had asked for leave the day before yesterday, and she had been begging him to let her go first all day yesterday because she wanted to go to pay respects to her father! She was going to the northern suburbs because her father was buried there!
When He Qian thought of this, his head started buzzing as if his heart was on fire.
He arrived at the company early and was very restless and irritable, especially when he saw Song Li coming to work on time!
Song Li simply treated the wound and was preparing breakfast for He Qian in the tea room wearing loose trousers. Her movements were skillful and orderly, as if everything that happened yesterday had no effect on her at all.
He Qian's eyes never left her since she came in with coffee and hot food. She looked like nothing had happened, and her expression couldn't tell whether she was happy or sad.
He hoped she could explode in front of him, yell at him, cry to him! She could vent in front of him in any way! But the silence like this made him panic, as if nothing had happened yesterday!
Song Li put his things away and prepared to go out.
"Wait." He Qian finally convinced himself to speak.
Song Li walked over and stood in front of him.
He Qian was flustered: "Why didn't you tell me that yesterday was your father's memorial day."
He had said that he would never let her attend Zeng Lingxiong's birthday party, dress her in bright red and eye-catching clothes, and let her sing and dance amidst laughter and joy! He would never treat her like that at Ciyun Pavilion last night!
Song Li's expression didn't change at all, without even the slightest hesitation, "I'm sorry."
Yes, that’s right, it’s her fault too.
It was her fault for not explaining it to him clearly. She should just apologize. What he wanted was her humbleness.
How did He Qian feel when she uttered these three words? It was nothing short of a bolt from the blue!
Sure enough, he really did it, and made her life worse than death!
At this time, Yu Qingqing appeared in a hurry, carrying several insulated food boxes, "A Qian, I guess you must not have had breakfast!"
He Qian frowned, dissatisfied with her uninvited visit and barging in without even knocking!
Yu Qingqing saw them as soon as she came in. He Qian was sitting and Song Li was standing. It seemed like they were lecturing each other, but it was more like... the two of them were sulking.
She pretended that Song Li didn't exist, walked around her, and began to place food boxes in front of He Qian. "This is the porridge I made early this morning. I saw you drank a lot of wine last night. Are you dizzy? Here are some dumplings I made. Although the shape is not very pretty..."
Song Li took a few steps back. It seemed that the breakfast she prepared would be wasted again. "Then I'll go out first."
"Did I let you go?" He Qian said. He hated her for not opening her heart to him, not saying a few more words in front of him. She didn't shed a single tear in front of him when such a painful thing happened! But she cried in front of Ling Puyan!
Yu Qingqing paused for two seconds and continued, "Come, try this porridge first to see if it suits your taste. I'll know how to improve it later."
He Qian took his eyes away from Song Li and took the food prepared by Yu Qingqing.
Song Li didn't dare to move. He just stood in front of them and watched them kiss each other.
He Qian deliberately pulled Yu Qingqing's hand and brought her into his lap, "Don't get up so early to make breakfast for me next time. It's so tiring!"
Yu Qingqing was overjoyed. "For you, it doesn't matter what I do. It's just breakfast. If you like it, I can make it for you every day."
"Yeah, I like it. It tastes good." He Qian put his arm around Yu Qingqing's waist and held a spoon in his other hand.
"I'll feed you!" Yu Qingqing said charmingly.
Song Li knew that if she cared, it meant she was coveting him, and she didn't need to guess what she would get in return. However, her right knee was getting more and more painful, and the gauze she had covered the wound seemed to be a little wet.
He Qian glanced at Song Li from time to time, only to see that she was still standing straight, showing no unhappiness, which made his actions towards Yu Qingqing even more exaggerated.
Yu Qingqing felt tickled, twisted her body a few times and laughed out loud, "Don't be like that, there are others here..."
He Qian didn't care. He wanted to see how long Song Li could endure!
Song Li gritted his teeth and persevered. The warm liquid that had overflowed from his knees had already slid down his calves, like a little insect crawling gently. The two people who were so close to each other in front of him began to appear as double images between his pupils...
At this time, He Qian saw blood flowing from the instep of Song Li's feet, and a glaring trail of blood extended from his trouser leg!
Why was she bleeding? Where was she injured?
"You go out first!" He Qian pushed away Yu Qingqing who was talking and stood up.
Song Li reacted very quickly at this moment and rushed out of the office! No matter how much pain he suffered, it was not as great as being cut by his slow knife here!
Yu Qingqing almost stumbled and fell. They were talking fine, why did he suddenly make such a big move?
He Qian originally wanted to tell Yu Qingqing to leave, but how come Song Li ran faster than he said?!
Yu Qingqing put her arm around him and noticed that his eyes were always following Song Li. "What's wrong?"
He Qian sat back on the sofa, holding his forehead and rubbing his temples. Song Li, this woman, is really stubborn!
Yu Qingqing sat over and wanted to massage his solar plexus. "Are you tired? Did you not sleep well last night?"
The moment she touched him, He Qian immediately moved away and blocked her with his hands, "Go back!"
Yu Qingqing was furious when he saw his exaggerated dodging movements! What had just happened between him and Song Li that made him so upset?
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