In the man's dark eyes, the woman before him approached step by step, her graceful figure reflected in his eyes, her powerful aura bringing him an invisible sense of oppression.
The image of her disappearing in an instant from the surveillance footage was still vivid in Cheng Siyang's mind. He felt inexplicably nervous. He stared intently at her, his heart racing, and his hand on the side of the wheelchair tightened unconsciously.
"What are you looking at? Get your clothes off right now!"
His anger emboldened him, but as soon as he spoke, the woman in front of him suddenly raised the corners of her lips and gave a cold laugh.
A chilling smile appeared, sending a shiver down Cheng Siyang's spine and causing his pupils to shrink.
Just as he was about to step back, "whoosh," just like a special effect seen in movies and TV series.
This is what Cheng Siyang witnessed firsthand.
Ye Zhaoxue has disappeared!
!!
Startled, Cheng Siyang's pupils widened.
He gripped the sides of the wheelchair with both hands, looking around anxiously, calling out, "Ye Zhaoxue, Ye Zhaoxue..."
He was calling her name, his voice starting calmly but growing increasingly agitated and anxious.
Cheng Siyang's face turned pale.
Just then, a faint sound came from behind him, and Cheng Siyang saw a shadow appear on the ground.
His heart skipped a beat, his face filled with vigilance, just as he was about to turn around.
"Well!"
Rong Shang took his belt and wrapped it around his neck, tightening it. Cheng Siyang's breath hitched, and his pupils dilated sharply.
"Ye, Ye Zhaoxue".
He waved his hands as if trying to grab the belt around his neck.
His eyes kept rolling back.
He felt suffocated, as if he were about to die.
Panicked, he stammered, "Ye... Ye Zhaoxue, murder is a crime."
"It's illegal."
He kept struggling, the wheels of his wheelchair making a sharp sound as they spun on the smooth porcelain surface.
But he was completely helpless.
The leather belt around his neck kept tightening, and for a moment, he felt like his neck was about to break.
In that suffocating moment, a woman's nonchalant voice came from above, "Cheng Siyang, weren't you being quite tough just now?"
Want to sleep with her?
They dared to use this short video to threaten her.
With a flippant look in her eyes, Rong Chang slowly glanced at the back of his head, a sinister smile instantly forming on her lips.
Then, the moment the smile on her lips vanished, her gaze turned cold, and her grip on the belt tightened abruptly.
"Well!"
Trembling, the waving hands were trembling.
At this moment, Cheng Siyang's wide eyes seemed about to pop out, and coupled with his ferocious expression, a terrifying atmosphere spread around them.
"Cheng Siyang, do you deserve to live in this world?"
In that instant, all of the original owner's memories flooded back. Rong Shang sneered, "Seven years of love ended like this, you're really something!"
He accused her of betraying him as well.
Does he have any shame?
Cheng Siyang disagreed.
His fate was far more tragic than hers, so why was she still feeling aggrieved?
He kept rolling his eyes, feeling annoyed but unable to utter a single word.
Only the foot that kept thrashing forward kicked the vase off the table with a "clatter".
In an instant, the vase shattered on the ground with a loud crash.
"Help! Help me!"
The voice sounded as if it were locked in the throat, low and hoarse.
finally--
Click.
When the door was pushed in from the outside, Cheng Siyang felt as if he had seen the light.
Rong Shang looked up and saw Tong Yilin suddenly burst in. Her expression changed, and she pointed at her with her finger. Despite her fear, she still ran into the room, shouting, "Ye Zhaoxue, let him go!"
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