Shen Meiyan's slightly upturned lips revealed a hint of mockery. She turned around, elegantly switched her handbag to her left hand, and stared at the pale-faced Song Shiyao with a calculating and smug look in her eyes, as if she were enjoying a good show.
"So, have you decided what to ask of me?"
Song Shiyao bit her lip, still struggling.
"My patience is limited, so I hope you won't waste your time." Shen Meiyan's tone was full of threat and provocation, as if telling Song Shiyao that she had no way out.
A flicker of despair and anger flashed in Song Shiyao's eyes. She clenched her fists, her voice trembling slightly, "Does it have to be like this?" She tried to persuade her with her last bit of strength, "Meiyan, we've been friends for so many years, do you really have to humiliate me like this?"
"Heh," Shen Meiyan remained unmoved, letting out a mocking snort. Her eyes were filled with nothing but coldness and indifference: "Song Shiyao, how did you treat me when I considered you a friend? Didn't you laugh at me and provoke me time and time again?"
"What, you only understand how much others suffer when it happens to you?"
"Meiyan, I'm sorry, I was wrong. I hope you can forgive me, okay?" Song Shiyao stepped forward, lowered her head, and reached out to tug at Shen Meiyan's sleeve, her voice trembling, "Is that okay?"
"No way." Shen Meiyan smiled, her tone light. "Song Shiyao, you deserve this, you know?"
Shen Meiyan turned around triumphantly, ready to leave, when suddenly a sharp pain shot through her lower back. Her face turned deathly pale, she lost her balance, and her bag fell to the ground with a dull thud. She collapsed onto the cold floor in an extremely contorted position, the pain making it hard to breathe, and she could only clutch her lower back in agony.
She trembled as she held her hand up to her eyes, only to see it covered in a warm, wet liquid that stained her fingertips red. The bright red color stung her eyes as she held her trembling hand. Her face grew even paler, her eyes filled with terror.
She nervously stepped back, but behind her was only a cold door panel.
Looking up at Song Shiyao, whose eyes were already bloodshot with rage, she shrank into a ball in fear. "Yaoyao, I was wrong, I'm so sorry, please forgive me, I'm so sorry..."
"Is it too late to realize you were wrong now?"
Song Shiyao used the blood-stained tip of the knife to lift her chin, the sharp tip slicing across her jaw, leaving a trail of blood.
At this moment, Shen Meiyan finally experienced a deep-seated fear.
"Yaoyao, I promise you, I will never see Lin Shihao again. I really promise you, I will never see him again in this lifetime!" Shen Meiyan was so terrified that she could barely speak, as excruciating pain spread upwards from her lower back.
"Too late!" Song Shiyao smiled, her scarlet eyes filled with hatred, her killing intent already rising.
"If you kill me, you'll spend the rest of your life in prison, and you'll never be able to be with Lin Shihao again, right? Are you willing to accept that?" Shen Meiyan still wanted to use her emotions to awaken Song Shiyao's rationality.
"Who said I was going to kill you?" Song Shiyao curled the corners of her lips and suddenly laughed. "Shen Meiyan, you seem to be very busy lately."
"Huh?" Shen Meiyan was a little confused, and the rapid blood loss made her feel dizzy.
"I found out that you kidnapped a woman," Song Shiyao whispered in her ear.
Shen Meiyan's face instantly turned as pale as a sheet of paper. Her lips trembled, and she could barely utter a complete sentence: "What nonsense are you talking about?" Her voice was filled with panic and disbelief.
“I also know that she was pregnant,” Song Shiyao smiled, “but then she wasn’t.”
As she spoke, she made a throat-slitting gesture, her face full of smiles, which looked chilling. Shen Meiyan felt a chill run down her spine, and her body trembled involuntarily.
“You can still stand up.” Song Shiyao said, helping Shen Meiyan to her feet. “I’m very careful.”
"What do you want to do?" Shen Meiyan bit her lip, the pain from her wound and the fear in her heart making her feel terrible.
Shen Meiyan bit her lip, the pain from her wound and the fear in her heart making her feel terrible. She didn't know what to do, how to face this sudden change. Her mind was a mess, completely unable to think clearly.
"Right now, it's just you and the female companion Mr. Gu brought here, understand?" Song Shiyao said in her ear with a smirk. Her eyes revealed a cunning and sinister look, as if she had already planned everything.
Just now, as she was rushing around like a headless fly, she noticed that there were only two tables of guests today. She immediately thought of a plan, a plan to completely trap Shen Meiyan.
She didn't want to do this, but she was really forced into it.
"When she comes in a moment, stab her. Understand?" Song Shiyao said with a smile, her eyes icy cold. Her voice revealed a kind of madness and cruelty, as if she had lost her mind.
"I can't!" Shen Meiyan's eyes were filled with terror. If she did such a thing, Gu Qingyan would definitely not let her off.
"Can't I?" Song Shiyao nodded understandingly. "I won't force you; that would be too cruel. Well," Song Shiyao smiled, "have you thought about how you're going to spend the money you swindled?"
The color drained from Shen Meiyan's face.
"Yaoyao, please don't treat me like this. I was wrong, really!" As she spoke, Shen Meiyan tried to kneel down and beg her.
"Oh, please don't, I can't handle that." Song Shiyao smiled, her fingertips twirling Shen Meiyan's slightly curled hair. "Besides, what do you think would happen if it got out that you tied up a pregnant woman and then killed her child? How exciting would that be? A daughter cheating her father out of money, don't you think it would stay on the trending topics for a week?"
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