Song Jiao's fingers suddenly stopped, like a storm that suddenly stopped, and a playful and cold smile slowly appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Explanation? Ha, how novel and refreshing can your so-called explanation be?" Her voice was low and magnetic, but it contained an unquestionable threat.
Ling Chengxin's pupils shrank suddenly, fear spread rapidly in his eyes, and his voice trembled, "I... I really didn't... do that..."
"Oh?" Song Jiao snorted, her tone full of sarcasm. "If it's those same old clichés again, I advise you to save your energy. Let me tell you straight out, I'm not interested in those unoriginal lies."
As she spoke, she stood up and walked gracefully towards the tape in the corner. Every step seemed to step on the other person's heartstrings, making Ling Chengzhen's heartbeat more rapid.
"Since you have nothing to say, reflect on your actions." Song Jiao picked up the tape and, with quick movements, had Ling Chengzhen firmly tied to the chair in the blink of an eye. "Tonight, enjoy your solitude. Tomorrow, I'll consider whether to grant you freedom based on your performance."
In this domineering world, the law seems to be a decoration, and she will naturally follow suit!
Walking out of the basement, Song Jiao's figure appeared particularly tall in the frightened eyes of the servants.
They looked at each other and muttered to themselves, every time the president and his wife went into the basement together, his wife would always reappear imprisoned, but this time, something seemed different.
"Prepare dinner." Song Jiao ordered lightly. Although her voice was soft, it carried an irresistible force.
A servant spoke cautiously, "Then... the president..."
"What?" Song Jiao turned around suddenly, her eyes like knives, piercing the servant coldly, "Since the president is not here, I can't enjoy my dinner? Or do you think I need his company to eat?"
The servant shuddered, lowered his head, and quickly fled from this oppressive space.
Soon, a delicious dinner was presented on the table.
Song Jiao sat at the large dining table, enjoying the food slowly and leisurely. There was a playful glint in her eyes, as if she was savoring not only the food, but also the rules of the entire world.
After dinner, she picked up her phone and unexpectedly discovered that there were a lot of gay comic resources hidden here. She couldn't help but feel inexplicably excited.
"Since the real world is so boring, let me find some fun in the virtual world." Song Jiao muttered to herself, and soon she was immersed in those bizarre stories. It was not until late at night that she fell into a deep sleep without realizing it.
When the first ray of sunlight passed through the gap in the curtains and gently brushed Song Jiao's face, she slowly opened her eyes and glanced at the time. It was already past ten o'clock the next day.
Song Jiao stretched, and a thought suddenly flashed through her mind, "Oh, there's another person in the basement."
She stood up and carefully selected a set of clothes to change into.
Walking into the basement, the scene before her made her sneer.
Ling Zhunxian sat in the chair in a miserable state, with a mixture of snot and tears flowing from the corners of his mouth. This look reminded Song Jiao of the despair and humiliation that the original owner had experienced countless times.
"How is it? Doesn't it feel really good?" Song Jiao spoke slowly, with a hint of barely perceptible cruelty and satisfaction in her voice. "I think after a night of annoyance, you should know where you went wrong, right?"
Ling Zhuxing felt exhausted both physically and mentally at the moment, as if he was walking on the edge of life and death. But when he looked up at the woman in front of him with a crazy glint in her eyes, he inexplicably felt a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart.
This twisted emotion made him feel both frightened and faintly excited.
"I understand, so..." He swallowed hard, "Can you let me go? There's an important meeting waiting for me to preside over at the company today."
Upon hearing this, Song Jiao curled her lips into a playful smile. She slowly stood up, the scissors in her hand flashing coldly in the sunlight.
With a "click", the tape on Ling Zhouzhi was cut off neatly.
However, just when he thought he was finally free, Song Jiao's voice rang out again, carrying an undeniable threat: "You'd better behave yourself, otherwise... you will bear the consequences."
Ling Zhuxian shuddered, not daring to say anything more, and hurriedly fled from this depressing and dangerous place.
He hurried upstairs, changed into a clean suit, and drove straight to the company without even having breakfast.
At this time, Song Jiao was slowly walking down the stairs, her eyes flashing with confidence and unruly.
Suddenly, her eyes fixed on Lin Suya at the door.
Song Jiao was a little surprised by Lin Suya's appearance. What made her even more curious was that the look in Lin Suya's eyes when she looked at her was full of doubt and confusion.
"Ms. Lin, you came so early today. Is there something urgent?" Song Jiao chuckled, but there was a subtle hint of sarcasm in her tone. "Or are you looking forward to seeing something different? For example... me in such a state of disgrace?"
Lin Suya was choked by Song Jiao's words and was speechless. She really didn't expect that Song Jiao would be so calm today.
Could it be that Ling Zhouzhi didn't torture her as usual last night?
Thinking of this, Lin Suya couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sense of loss and unwillingness in her heart.
"I... I just happened to pass by and came to take a look." Lin Suya explained hesitantly, with a hint of guilt in her eyes.
Seeing this, Song Jiao's smile widened. "Oh? You came to visit? Then why doesn't Miss Lin sit down and rest for a while? Is it more comfortable to stand? Or does Miss Lin have the habit of talking while standing?"
Song Jiao supported her head with one hand, her slender index finger gently stroking through her soft hair, her eyes flickering with amusement and disdain. "Ms. Lin, I once naively thought that since we both have the character 'Su' in our names, we might have some tacit understanding and affinity. But now it seems that your tricks of saying one thing to my face and another behind my back are really making me furious!"
Lin Suya's face turned pale in an instant. She pretended to be calm, but her voice trembled slightly. "Su... Miss Su, I really don't understand what you are saying! Is there any misunderstanding between us?"
Song Jiao chuckled, but there was endless chill in her laughter. She slowly stood up and approached Lin Suya like a ghost.
Suddenly, she grabbed Lin Suya's neck and applied a little force with her fingers. Lin Suya could feel the suffocating pressure.
"Misunderstanding? Humph, Miss Lin, do you think I'm a three-year-old child?" Song Jiao's eyes became as sharp as a knife, as if they could see through people's hearts. "What I hate most is lies and betrayal. How do you think I should punish you so that you will remember this lesson deeply?"
Lin Suya widened her eyes in horror. She tried to struggle, but found that her strength was as small as an ant in front of Song Jiao.
Song Jiao's voice rang out again, with a hint of teasing and cruelty. "Should I just snap your neck and make you lose your breath instantly? Or should I chop you into eight pieces and let you feel the pain of being torn apart? Or... should I make you into a delicious human flesh meal and let Ling Chengzhi have a taste of you too?"
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