Song Yihuan cried and wanted to reach out to hold Lu Huaijing's hand, but the latter avoided it coldly.
"I gave you a chance before, Yihuan, why don't you tell the truth?"
The stern voice was extremely cold.
Song Yihuan's face was pale, but she was filled with hatred in her heart. She wiped away her tears with her lower eyelashes and rolled her eyes quickly.
He immediately came up with a new excuse: "Ah Jing, I didn't want to hide it from you. Actually... it was because Gu Nanyan said bad things about grandma, and I was so angry that I chased after her. That's why..."
She choked up and spoke, her eyes red and swollen from crying: "Because it involves grandma, I didn't want to upset you, so I deliberately didn't say it out loud when I said it, but I didn't expect that Sister Nanyan would use my good intentions. Come and slander me!”
Such rhetoric was completely unexpected by Lu Huaijing.
He frowned and his face turned livid: "Impossible, Gu Nanyan will not use Grandma Song to talk about things. Are you sure you heard correctly?"
"No!"
Song Yihuan said categorically that in order to make Lu Huaijing believe her, she even made up an excuse:
"Sister Nan Yan said that my grandmother's death was deserved, and it also caused her to be ruined. She said she deserved all this!"
The harsh words instantly made Lu Huaijing clenched his fists.
The veins on the back of his hands popped out, and even his face was as gloomy as the sky that was about to rain!
"Did she really say that?" His voice was even higher.
"I won't lie about grandma."
Song Yihuan said firmly, her eyes turning red stubbornly.
"boom!"
The man punched the tablet, and the screen instantly shattered. The shattering sound and flying glass directly cut his hand.
"Ah Jing!"
Song Yihuan screamed. She had never expected that Lu Huaijing would lose such a temper!
She rushed forward immediately, and when she saw the bloody scene, her whole body couldn't stop trembling.
"You, you are injured, Ah Jing, let me take care of it for you!"
She said that and was about to turn around to find the medicine box, but Lu Huaijing grabbed her wrist.
Song Yihuan was startled and turned around, just in time to see the man's scarlet eyes.
She had never seen such an angry Lu Huaijing. She was immediately frightened and instinctively wanted to break away.
"Ah, Ah Jing!" Song Yihuan was so frightened that her whole body trembled and her pupils dilated.
Lu Huaijing raised his injured hand and pinched Song Yihuan's chin.
The blood was stained on her white skin, and his eyes were blood red, and he looked furious, as terrifying as a demon crawling out of hell.
She was trembling all over, her legs were weak, and her voice was filled with tears: "Ajing, you...what's wrong with you?"
"Yi Huan, let me ask you again, are everything you said true?"
The man's mind was buzzing as he questioned word by word. The more he didn't want to believe it, the more determined Song Yihuan became.
As long as she can make Ah Jing hate that Gu Nanyan, she can use any method!
Her heart skipped a beat and she spoke more firmly: "That's what she said. Everything I said is the truth. If I lie, let me die without a burial!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Huaijing squeezed her chin harder.
Song Yihuan felt a stinging pain, and the smell of blood rushed into her nose, making the pores all over her body almost stand up.
"Ah Jing, it hurts so much, let go!"
She spoke with a sob, and her wet tears fell on the back of the man's hand, finally bringing Lu Huaijing back to his senses.
He suddenly let go of his hand, and at this time, Zhou's mother finally walked out of the guest room.
She just came downstairs and saw such a bloody scene, and she rushed forward quickly.
Song Yihuan took the opportunity to break free from Lu Huaijing's grasp, her face full of fear and tears.
"Sir, you are injured!"
Zhou's mother screamed and immediately turned around to get the medicine box, but when she saw the wound, a flash of fear also flashed across her face.
Because the blood on the man's hands had stained the entire coffee table red.
The wound on the back of the hand was about three to four centimeters wide, and a piece of glass was deeply embedded.
Because of his anger, Lu Huaijing tightly grasped the broken tablet with his big hands, making the already vicious wound even more severe.
"Sir, sir, what happened? You can't do this, the wound will be deeper!"
Mother Zhou persuaded her while dialing Dr. Liang’s phone number.
Song Yihuan on the other side immediately ran to the bathroom as if she had just woken up from a dream.
She washed her face frantically and forced herself to calm down.
The moment the cold water hit her face, Song Yihuan could barely control her trembling hands.
Because she had never seen Lu Huaijing like this.
He seemed to be a demonic man, with a rage that almost destroyed everything.
Song Yihuan turned off the faucet tremblingly, and then she had time to look in the mirror and check her chin.
The tiny glass fragments cut her skin a little bit. She looked at the blood spots on it, her eyes were red, but she showed a sinister smile.
Gu Nanyan, no matter what your abilities are, as long as my grandma is here, you will be stepped on!
Song Yihuan's lips curved with a hint of pride, but the moment she turned around and walked outside, she changed into a look of pity and anxiety.
"Ajing, how are you?" She came to the living room in two steps.
At this time, Dr. Liang had also arrived. He first washed away the tiny glass particles remaining on the wound, carefully examined the remaining residue, and then took out the suture needle.
"Dr. Liang, sir's hand..."
"The wound is a bit deep, I need to stitch it up."
Dr. Liang said and took out the anesthetic.
Song Yihuan on the side immediately covered her mouth, and big tears fell from her red eyes.
"Sir, if you lose consciousness, please tell me and I will sew you up... Sir?"
Dr. Liang asked twice in a low voice, but Lu Huaijing ignored him.
He took out his mobile phone and dialed a phone number: "Prepare a divorce agreement for me... Yes, I will see it tonight..."
The cold voice made Song Yihuan on the side couldn't help but secretly chuckle.
Are they finally getting divorced?
Song Yihuan could hardly control her expression.
But when Zhou Ma on the side heard this, she immediately stopped her: "Sir, what happened? You can't..."
"Mama Zhou, if you keep talking too much, don't stay in the Lu family anymore."
Lu Huaijing hung up the phone, his voice as cold as ice.
Zhou Ma’s lips trembled, but in the end she didn’t say anything.
Seeing this, Song Yihuan hurriedly squatted down beside the man and comforted her in a soft voice:
"Ajing, don't be angry yet. You are injured and need to rest."
After saying that, she turned her head again, looked at Zhou's mother with an ugly face on her side, and ordered like a hostess:
"Aunt Zhou, you are not needed here anymore. If you have nothing to do, go back and rest. I will call you when I need you."
