"Explanation? How do you intend to explain? Was everything I just saw an illusion?" Ji Xiaoxiao was greatly shocked and shouted loudly.
Hu Song bent slightly, his tall frame slumped, looking gloomy and sorrowful. He opened his mouth, straining his throat, but not a single syllable came out. He stuck his finger into his throat, inch by inch, and vomited a pool of bile on the floor.
"No, no, don't leave me." Hu Song raised his head, his eyes flashing with cold light. "Xiao Lan, don't leave me. I will prove that I love you. I, Hu Song, only want you, Yang Xiao Lan, as my woman and my only lover in this life."
Ji Xiaoxiao ignored Hu Song and turned to look at the five men who had taken her husband.
How do you want to die?
"Yes, how do you want to die?" Hu Song laughed.
The five people looked at each other, their expressions a mixture of fear and confusion.
"Hu Song, you want to kill me?" the old woman said. "Don't forget, you begged me not to expose what you did to Hu Shiquan. I did nothing wrong; everything between us was consensual."
"Consensual?" Hu Song walked towards the old woman. "Who was it that sneaked into my room while I was seriously ill and forced themselves on me?"
"You know?" The old woman realized she had let something slip and hurriedly covered her mouth, but it was too late.
Goodbye, Aunt Li.
Hu Song acted with lightning speed, grabbing the old woman's neck tightly and twisting her to the side. With a snap, Hu Song released his grip, and the old woman collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.
"Ah!" the two young women exclaimed.
Someone died. This is a huge problem.
Seeing this, the two men, as if on cue, rushed towards Hu Song. Hu Song was entangled by them, while the two young women turned and ran towards the front door, their only thought to escape and shout for help.
"You think you can get away unscathed after touching my things?"
Ji Xiaoxiao stood in front of the gate.
"Get out of my way." The two women didn't take her seriously; one of them swung her fist menacingly, about to strike Ji Xiaoxiao's stomach. Ji Xiaoxiao dodged to the side, grabbed the woman's wrist, and gently twisted it upwards, breaking it.
Ji Xiaoxiao didn't let her go, killing her expressionlessly. The remaining one, witnessing Ji Xiaoxiao's power, trembled and retreated.
"You can't escape."
Two minutes later, Ji Xiaoxiao threw a bloody human head at a man. The man held the head, stunned for a few seconds, then panicked and dropped it. Hu Song seized the opportunity, easily wrapping his arms around her neck and strangling the man to death.
There's another man?
Ji Xiaoxiao crushed his heart with her bare hands.
"You?" The bloody scene made Hu Song feel nauseous.
"I'm very capable, and I'm also very capable at killing people." Ji Xiaoxiao didn't explain directly, and Hu Song, feeling guilty, didn't press for details.
If you kill someone and don't want to live off your family, you naturally need to clean up the traces of the crime.
The two worked together for most of the day without saying a word, finally finishing at 9:30 pm.
"What are your plans?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked.
"We can't keep Hu Shiquan around any longer. He's supposed to die of illness tomorrow."
Ji Xiaoxiao nodded and left the Hu family.
Hu Song followed Ji Xiaoxiao closely, afraid that she would abandon him.
When the two returned to the Yang family home, Yang's parents were extremely anxious, having not even eaten dinner by this late hour. Making up a flimsy excuse, Ji Xiaoxiao was forced to eat a few bites before returning to her room with Hu Song.
Afterwards, Hu Shiquan died of natural causes.
After Hu Shiquan was reduced to ashes, Hu Song returned, exhausted both physically and mentally. Ji Xiaoxiao said, "Let's get a divorce!"
Hu Song did not try to stop him; he silently shed tears and agreed to Ji Xiaoxiao's request.
They secretly obtained a divorce certificate, and only told Yang's parents after it was successful.
“You are our good daughter,” said Mr. Yang.
Ji Xiaoxiao's eyes were red, probably because of her pregnancy, which made her feel melancholy.
Several months later, on the day Ji Xiaoxiao gave birth.
Outside the operating room, Mr. and Mrs. Yang waited anxiously. Hu Song was still on the operating table due to a major surgery, and they had sent him a text message to inform him.
Three hours passed in the blink of an eye, and Hu Song rushed over.
"Dad, Mom, where's Xiaolan?"
Yang's father's gaze fell on the door of the operating room.
"It's been so long, why haven't they come out yet?" Hu Song asked anxiously.
After waiting and waiting, the sound of a baby crying piercing the clouds finally arrived.
"She's given birth! She's given birth!"
The doctor carried the baby out, "6.5 pounds, a chubby little boy."
With a grandson, there was no need for a daughter anymore. During Ji Xiaoxiao's postpartum period, Hu Song took care of her personally.
"Hu Song, where did your mother go?" Ji Xiaoxiao suddenly asked one day.
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