Chapter 72 Your fate today is my mercy

Shang Wanwan couldn't remember how many times she had heard "Yi Xiaxue, Miss Yi."

She really wanted not to think about this woman's attempt to sow discord between them; after all, she had a grudge against her.

But why did she ignore "Yi Xiaxue" on Huo Dongming's phone?

"Mrs. Huo, if you like to hold on to this useless title, then enjoy the gift I give you. Compared to my poor brother never being able to see again, your fate today is still my mercy."

The woman smashed a cup at Shang Wanwan's feet, and the splashing glass shards cut her skin.

"I'm going to go out, you guys have fun."

The door closed mercilessly behind Shang Wanwan, and she fell into darkness, but the harsh environment could not stop these crazy men.

She heard the sound of her clothes being torn. Shang Wanwan instinctively fumbled around on the ground, throwing whatever she caught around.

"Get away from me. Take your dirty hands off me. Get away from me—"

There was a note of despair in her voice.

What Shang Yecheng, she didn’t know who he was.

Is she his sister?

She has no memory at all.

"ah--"

What did that bastard use to stab me?

Someone screamed, and finally, a bright light spread out from above.

There is a light in this place.

Shang Wanwan grabbed the broken pieces of the cup that the woman had just smashed. She held them in her hand as a weapon and did not allow anyone to get close to her.

Her hands were cut and the smell of blood immediately came out. Red liquid flowed along the wounds and dyed her entire palms red.

Her hair was dishevelled and her clothes were tattered.

The weapon in her hand could only intimidate her for a moment, but facing the dozen drugged men in the small environment, they soon pounced on her with bloodshot eyes like hunting dogs.

"How dare you do that, bitch."

Someone came up and slapped her in the face, trying to take the glass shards from her hand.

Shang Wanwan was beaten so hard that her eyes turned black and she crawled on the ground.

It was this fall that allowed her to grab the knife on the ground. She took advantage of the man's unpreparedness, raised her hand, stabbed him hard in the thigh, and then pulled it out with force.

"ah--"

The man howled like a pig being slaughtered.

Shang Wanwan was stunned as she watched the red blood gushing out from the man's thigh.

But no matter what, the knife was always in her hand.

"Fuck—if you dare to stab me with a knife, I will kill you."

A group of people rushed to Shang Wanwan like wolves and tigers and wanted to tear her to pieces.

There was light all around, and Shang Wanwan held the knife in her hand and swung it as hard as she could to prevent anyone from getting close.

The door was kicked open at this moment.

The group of people were all grabbed by the neck and thrown to the ground.

In the dim basement, wailing sounds could be heard one after another.

When Huo Dongming came in, he saw Shang Wanwan trembling with a fruit knife in her hand.

The sharp knife in her hand was always pointed forward, her eyes were full of vigilance, and in addition to fear, her beautiful big eyes also showed a stubborn determination to never surrender.

Her body was covered with wounds, her bloody hands tightly grasped the knife, and her expensive dress was torn to pieces, leaving only a few pieces of cloth hanging on her body.

She was so frightened that she could hardly recognize her original appearance. She tried her best to preserve the last bit of her innocence.

Shang Wanwan was dishevelled and had a dull look in her eyes. She was holding a knife and was ready to stab anyone who came close to her.

Those who tried to do something unkind to Shang Wanwan were pinned to the ground and beaten until they vomited blood by the bodyguards brought by Huo Dongming.

Every one of them knelt down and cried to their parents for mercy.

The screams were endless.

Huo Dongming never expected that the stunningly beautiful woman would be tortured like this in just two days.

"Wanwan——"

He called her name in a trembling voice, but Shang Wanwan's eyes were cloudy and she had already lost her mind.

All she knew was that she couldn't let anyone touch her, even if she died.

"Mr. Huo, please let me go. We didn't do anything to Mrs. Huo—"

Before the man finished begging for mercy, he heard a bone fracture on the back of his hand. Huo Dongming's leather shoes stepped on the man's hand, and he screamed. In fact, those people were beaten to death by the bodyguards.

"Take them all away. I don't want any of them alive tomorrow."

He couldn't even bear to do anything to his woman, but this group of people dared to touch her.

"Yes, Mr. Huo——"

The bodyguards escorted the group of people who had been drugged and beaten black and blue.

The basement was still filled with the pungent smell of mold and the nauseating smell of blood.

Huo Dongming looked at Shang Wanwan.

She stared at the tall and slender Huo Dongming in front of her with unfocused eyes, like a frightened rabbit.

"Shang Wanwan, I'm here to take you back."

A familiar voice passed through Shang Wanwan's ears. She seemed to be touched, but her hands moved more tensely, and she looked at Huo Dongming with caution.

"Don't come over here."

Huo Dongming stretched out his hand as if to coax a child.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you. Be good and give me the knife."

Shang Wanwan shook her head, tears streaming down her face, and her voice became tearful.

"I don't want to be Mrs. Huo, and I don't know Shang Yecheng, so let me go."

Her words were like thorns, piercing Huo Dongming's heart.

"Okay, if you don't want to be the boss, then don't be the boss. Give me the knife."

Shang Wanwan probably heard what he said, and while she was stunned, Huo Dongming took a few steps forward and grabbed her wrist. With a slight force, her palm went numb and the knife naturally fell into Huo Dongming's hand.

Just when Shang Wanwan was in a panic, Huo Dongming directly hugged her in his arms, took off his clothes and wrapped her naked body tightly, and held the back of her head to comfort her gently.

"It's okay, I'm here, don't be afraid..."

Shang Wanwan finally heard his voice clearly and stopped struggling.

"I, I don't know Shang Yecheng..."

This was the only sentence she murmured. Veins on the back of Huo Dongming's hands throbbed, but the force with which he stroked her back was gentle.

"It's all in the past. You'll be fine as long as I'm here."

"They, they tried to rape me. I didn't let them. I didn't..."

A thick and unbreakable storm gathered in Huo Dongming's dark eyes.

"They won't be able to do anything to you anymore. They won't have the chance again."

He looked at the woman in his arms and felt that her body was hot, but it didn't seem like she had a fever.

She snuggled in his arms, her body softening.

Huo Dongming saw her frowning and pulled her hand over. There was a big cut on it and blood was still oozing out.

"You are injured."

I was so focused on dealing with those scumbags that I didn't notice.

He knocked her down, picked her up and put her in his car.

Fortunately, there is always a first aid kit in the car. Huo Dongming took out iodine, disinfectant, cotton balls, and gauze, carefully cleaned the wound for her, and then bandaged it.

He had been a soldier, so it was no problem for him to deal with such a minor injury.

Shang Wanwan slowly regained her senses after being patiently coaxed by him.

When she saw that the person in front of her was Huo Dongming, her eyes immediately became moist.

"What's wrong?"

When Huo Dongming saw her crawling into his arms again, her body temperature became higher and higher, and her eyes gradually turned from clear to blurred.

"I was so hot and miserable. They gave me some kind of medicine..."