What?
"Tangxi Pear?"
Wang Fan's voice rose and his pupils trembled. It was unbelievable. How could it be her?
This bitch caused him to go to jail and killed his beloved son and daughter. He will never let her go!
"Beast!" Hatred erupted like a volcano, igniting a fire that could devour the heavens and earth in Wang Fan's heart. He struggled violently on the chair, snarling with gritted teeth.
"Let me go, let me go—"
"Let you go?"
The girl behind the chair laughed softly, as if she had heard an international joke.
A strange and cold laugh echoed in the dimly lit room. She lowered her crossed legs, and her exquisite black velvet high heels stepped on the soft and expensive handmade carpet.
The next moment, she stood up, her slender and tall figure shrouded in the dim light.
The shadow was elongated by the light and cast on Wang Fan.
She turned around, walked towards Wang Fan step by step against the light.
The white skirt hem blooms with every step under her feet, and the gorgeous white brocade horse-face skirt is woven with Sanskrit scriptures with pure gold thread.
The vertical columns of scriptures appeared and disappeared in the dim light and shadows as she walked, like a decadent and charming flower walking in a holy land, gorgeous and decadent, with a kind of rebellious elegance.
"Bitch..." She came in front of Wang Fan, crossed her arms over her chest, looked down at him condescendingly, and said in a cold and light voice, "Do you think... I will let you go?"
Wang Fan looked up and met the girl's deep and cold eyes.
The creeping feeling of oppression made his heart tremble violently.
The hatred seemed to be grasped and suppressed in an instant, and then a chilling fear came to the surface.
His impression of Tang Xili was still at the stage of being a crazy and mad woman. After all, before he was imprisoned, Tang Xili was just playing around in the An family and didn't really want to kill anyone.
Even though he knew that she had killed his son and daughter, he was only filled with hatred and no fear because he had no personal experience.
But now, just by looking at her, he felt panicked and frightened.
His mind automatically imagined the scene of her killing those children, and his brain worked rapidly as he began to think of a solution.
Wang Fan is different from An Minghe and others. He was not born with a silver spoon in his mouth. During these years as the son-in-law of the An family, he has always hidden his ambitions.
Compared with other members of the An family, he is more cunning and treacherous.
In a flash, he realized that he could not go against Tang Xili now, but should beg her to let him go. Staying alive was the most important thing.
Only by staying alive can I avenge my child.
Thinking of this, the expression on his face faded, replaced by dejection and pleading, trying to persuade him with emotion and reason.
"Tang Xili, I know you hate the An family, but every wrong has its perpetrator. I am just the son-in-law of the An family. We have no grudges or hatred. Why are you arresting me?"
Glancing at him for just a few seconds, Tang Xili's mood changed flexibly. She smiled, slowly stretched out her hand wearing a black lace glove, bent down, lifted up a part of her skirt, and pulled out a Swiss Army knife from the wallet on the outside of her calf.
A cold light flashed, and the sharp and cold blade was pressed against Wang Fan's old face in the blink of an eye.
Tang Xili held the handle of the knife, controlled the sharp tip, and slowly moved it across his face.
"Old Dog Wang..." She spoke at an extremely slow pace, her beautiful face expressionless as she slowly leaned down and asked him, "Think carefully, are we... truly free of any grudges?"
Wang Fan's scalp tightened and his pupils dilated.
The sense of danger that a steel knife might fall from his head at any moment was like collapsing clouds, enveloping him.
He swallowed unconsciously, and went over all his memories about Tang Xili in his mind. He was very sure, "Of course we have no grudges!"
His eyes lit up slightly as he remembered something, "Have you forgotten that when you were a child, I bought you a doll. Don't you remember?"
Tang Xili has had an excellent memory since childhood. She remembers, of course she remembers.
"On the afternoon of the thirteenth day of the first lunar month during the Spring Festival when I was five years old, you gave me a Mickey Mouse. I slept with it every night..."
Later, she burned.
Wang Fan was stunned. He didn't expect that she could be so precise about the date. He had forgotten it and only remembered that he had given it to her.
Wang Fan was very happy to hear that she remembered. As long as she remembered, he could play the family card.
He calmed himself down and was about to speak, but the next second, the sharp tip of the knife suddenly moved away and pierced his shoulder blade.
The girl smiled and said, "This knife is my way of thanking you for giving me the doll."
The piercing pain immediately spread throughout his body. Wang Fan's face changed, he bared his teeth, and frowned deeply.
Warm blood flowed from the shallow wound and soaked through his cotton short-sleeves.
He looked at Tang Xili in disbelief, his eyes full of confusion. Since she remembered, why did she treat him like this?
"Xiao Li, I'm your uncle, the one who bought you the doll. If you want to hate someone, you should hate your father. What does it have to do with me? How can you treat an innocent person like this?"
He pretended to be pitiful and sad, and even forced tears into his eyes.
Seeing how devoted he was pretending, Tang Xili couldn't bear to expose him.
Wei Li's lips curled up little by little, she leisurely drew out the saber, and put the bloody tip of the knife against Wang Fan's face again.
The other hand, also wearing a black lace glove, raised up and pinched his jaw, and opened his mouth lazily and casually, "Innocent people...Innocent people..."
Tang Xili repeated his words, her beautiful eyes flickering, and she suddenly burst into laughter, "Hehehe... innocent people... hahahaha..."
The tip of the knife rolled over Wang Fan's face like broken glass, cutting his skin deep and shallow, depending on the intensity of her smile.
Irregular beads of blood flowed from the small wounds of varying depths. Wang Fan's face, coupled with his expression distorted by pain, looked extremely terrifying.
"Ah, ah—" He screamed in pain and struggled continuously, but Tang Xili was extremely strong and he was tied up, so he couldn't break free from her hands at all.
He was so angry that he wanted to curse, but he was afraid of angering this madman, so he held back and begged: "Xiao Li, why are you laughing suddenly? Uncle's face hurts..."
Once the bell-like laughter stopped, Tang Xili felt it was even more fun. The bitch was really patient.
Then act with him.
She pretended to be surprised and covered her mouth exaggeratedly, "Oh, I'm sorry, I tattooed your face..."
The girl's mouth corners drooped, and she acted like a primary school student who had done something wrong. With drooping eyebrows, she said, "I think you're right. I shouldn't treat innocent people like this."
Perhaps it was because her eyes were too sincere that Wang Fan, desperate and desperate, actually had the illusion that she listened to him. He said happily, "Yes, you shouldn't treat me like this, Xiaoli, let your uncle go. Now, if you want to take revenge on An Minghe, I will help you!"
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