Ling Chengzhen leaned forward slightly, his hands clenched into fists, veins bulging, as if he would explode at any moment.
But Song Jiao just looked at him coldly, without any fear in her eyes.
She smiled gently, but that smile contained endless ridicule and disdain.
"What? Ling Chengxiang, have you forgotten how you and Lin Suya were so affectionate and hugging each other in the office the day before yesterday afternoon?" Song Jiao's voice was as cold as ice, and every word was like a sharp blade, cutting through Ling Chengxiang's disguise.
Ling Chengzhen's face instantly turned ashen. He glared at Song Jiao with gritted teeth, "You...you followed me?"
Song Jiao sneered, her eyes full of mockery, "Stalking? Don't say it so harshly. I just love you too much and want to know everything about you."
After all, this bastard once said to the original owner: I'm not stalking you, I just love you too much and want to know everything about you.
It’s just right to return it to him today.
"But I didn't expect," Song Jiao continued, her voice growing colder, "that the man who claimed to love me would actually be entangled with other women elsewhere. I won't go into detail about what you and Lin Suya did in the KTV at noon on the 17th. On the 18th..."
Every time she mentioned a date, Ling Zhunxiang's face became uglier, as if layers of disguise had been stripped off, revealing his ugliest side.
Song Jiao's words were like a barrage of artillery, making him dizzy and an unprecedented fear rising in his heart.
"Stop talking!" Ling Chengxin finally couldn't help but yelled. He felt as if he was stripped of his clothes and stood naked in front of Song Jiao. The feeling of being watched made him shudder and tremble all over.
Song Jiao folded her arms, her eyes full of mockery and contempt, "What? You can't stand it? Do you still want me to continue?"
"Enough!" Ling Chengzhen finally collapsed. He held his head with both hands and shouted in a hoarse voice, "I already know where I was wrong! You don't need to continue talking!" He knew very well that any explanation at this moment would seem pale and powerless, and he could only compromise helplessly.
Song Jiao glanced at him coldly, a mocking smile on her lips.
She turned and headed for the stairs.
"If you know you're wrong, just go to the basement by yourself. You should know what to do!" Her voice echoed in the empty villa, with a hint of coldness.
After walking up a few stairs, Song Jiao suddenly stopped. She tilted her head slightly and stabbed Ling Chengzhen with her eyes like knives.
"Don't make me think you're a waste, Ling Bearing!"
Ling Zhuxing stood there in a daze, looking at Song Jiao's back as she walked away, his heart filled with resentment and shock.
Why? Why is everything reversed now?
Once upon a time, he was the only one who could decide the fate of this woman and send her into that dark basement.
But now, he has become the one being ordered around and ridiculed.
In the room, the dim light reflected Song Jiao's indifferent face.
The image of Ling Bearing is playing on the system screen.
She looked at the man who walked into the basement. He just sat quietly on the chair, his eyes closed, the corners of his mouth still raised, as if he was recalling the pleasure of torturing the original owner.
"Lord God, I'm back!" A cheerful voice rang out, and Tuanzi floated in excitedly, "I'm only a little bit short of energy to be promoted to the main system!"
"Hey, is this a new world?" Tuanzi glanced at the system screen curiously, and then immediately checked the original plot!
"Ugh! How can such a scumbag be the male lead? And he's a male lead who regrets everything. It really disgusts me!" Tuanzi couldn't help but complain with a look of disgust on his face.
Song Jiao simply smiled faintly, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes. "What else could it be? Someone's just trying to emphasize the tragedy of unrequited love."
After saying that, she casually turned off the system screen and opened a gay comic instead. A look of relaxation finally appeared on her face.
It was late at night and the only sound in the basement was Ling Chengxin's heavy breathing.
Suddenly, a basin of cold water was mercilessly poured on him, waking him up from his deep sleep.
He subconsciously wanted to curse, but he saw Song Jiao in a nightgown with a cold face.
"Xia Xia...you...have you forgiven me?" Ling Chengxin's voice trembled, with ecstasy flashing in his eyes.
Song Jiao let out a light click of her tongue, her eyes full of mockery.
"Ling Bearing, is this all your sincerity? Have you forgotten how you treated me when I shook hands with other men before?" Her cold eyes swept over the bathtub not far away and the row of brand new steel wool beside the bathtub.
"What? Can't you wash it yourself?" Song Jiao's voice was full of disdain.
Ling Zhuxing's face turned pale in an instant, and he looked at Song Jiao in disbelief.
"Xia Xia, are you sure you want to do this to me? We once..." His voice trembled and his tone was full of despair.
Song Jiao sneered, her eyes filled with coldness. "What? Can't you handle it now? Ling Chengzhi, you're such a coward! If that's the case, then let's get a divorce! I don't need a filthy person like you!"
When Ling Chengzhen heard the two harsh words "divorce", he felt like he was struck by lightning and became completely uneasy.
He turned around abruptly, his voice hoarse and earnest, almost begging: "Xia Xia, don't go! I... I'll go wash myself clean now!"
As he said this, he stumbled towards the bathtub and eagerly started running the water.
The cold water hit his body, but he didn't feel it at all.
He picked up the steel wool beside him and rubbed it back and forth on his skin vigorously, as if he wanted to scrub away all the dirt and sin.
The originally fair skin soon turned red due to the friction of the steel wool, and even some places had slightly seeped blood.
Song Jiao was sitting on a stool not far away, with her legs crossed and an elegant posture.
She watched Ling Chengzhong's actions with a smile on her face, her eyes flashing with amusement and mockery.
"Remember to use more force. If you can't wash off the dirty stuff, then I really don't want you anymore."
Whatever Ling Bearing did to the original owner, of course he has to experience it all now!
Ling's movements became more and more rapid, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.
Song Jiao's eyes occasionally lifted, glancing coldly at Ling Chengzhen, a playful smile playing on her lips. "Why? Just washing your hands? What about your chest? I remember Lin Suya sitting on your lap, pressed tightly against your chest, right?" Her voice was gentle, yet chilling.
Ling Chengxin's face turned even paler in an instant. He tried to defend himself with a trembling voice, "I... I..."
Song Jiao didn't give him any chance and continued coldly: "And your legs, it seems that they have touched Lin Suya before, right? You should have remembered that gentle and lingering touch, right?"
Her eyes were full of ridicule and disgust.
Ling Chengzhi's body began to tremble slightly, but he didn't dare to stop what he was doing!
"Can you be more sincere?" Song Jiao's voice suddenly rose a few degrees, with a hint of anger. "Do you really need me to name every place one by one? Or do you want me to help you wash it?"
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