The sobs became louder and louder, her weak shoulders trembled slightly, and her thin back faced him, as fragile as a lily that was about to wither.
The hand that was resting on his heart slowly moved up, filled with tears.
He frowned.
Why so many tears.
Crying too much hurts your health.
"Okay, I know, you didn't take the initiative to find him, right?"
When he first opened the letter, he was really pissed off.
The overwhelming anger made his arms tremble non-stop, and he wanted to kill that wild man who had eaten the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard immediately in front of her.
After struggling all night, he calmed down until most of the inexplicable resentment dissipated.
It was him who went too far.
You shouldn't have done that to her.
His voice was low and pleasant, with a hint of guilt audible.
Her heart was cut by a knife, and she clutched the quilt under her body without saying a word.
The tears are still flowing.
He was silent for a moment, and finally took the initiative: "He said he wanted you to..."
The words stopped abruptly.
Forget it, he was so angry that he asked what he did because he didn't think he had caused enough trouble.
"Turn around, Yinxiao."
He said.
"Crying too much is bad for your health."
Shen Yinxiao turned over slightly and lay down on his back, with a string of crystal tears in the corners of his eyes.
"Would you like a drink of water?"
She shook her head and closed her eyes.
He gritted his teeth and took back his hand. His palms were still wet. He rubbed them, and the water stains were slightly warm due to his body temperature.
The atmosphere was colder and more solid than ice.
The good night passed by bit by bit, and the sound of even breathing came from beside him. Shen Yinxiao opened her eyes and looked at his side face.
The full forehead and high bridge of the nose connect into a perfect curve, showing a hazy shadow at night. Under the knife-like mandible, there are tight skin and blood vessels, a protruding Adam's apple, and even the hair scattered on the pillow. The scent of man.
Jingui, Linglie.
Kill without blinking an eye.
How can such nobles understand the bitterness and pity of humble people? In their eyes, the people at the bottom are just dispensable ants.
Even if he said a hundred nice words, he could still kill her father without hesitation.
She took another shaky breath.
There was a cold touch on the back of her right hand. When she touched it, it was her own hairpin.
Fingers slowly squeezed.
She held the hairpin and stabbed him in the neck.
The moment the tip of the hairpin touched the layer of flesh above his thin muscles, the man's eyes suddenly opened. At the same time, a big hand pinched her wrist and twisted it back with inertia, just before the hairpin was about to penetrate. The moment he opened her left eye, his pupil shrank suddenly, his hand pulled back, and he squeezed hard with his palm.
"ah--"
She screamed in pain, her whole hand was almost crushed, and the silver hairpin in her hand fell on the pillow. She stared at him desperately: "Kill me!"
At the moment of defeat, she was ready to die. She closed her eyes, offered her neck, and let you slaughter her.
His eyes were red and he squeezed her wrist tightly.
She actually wanted to assassinate him.
It wasn't a desperate struggle, but a deliberate move that took advantage of him while he was asleep.
Does she know what happens to the assassins who come to kill him?
The man was breathing heavily and couldn't imagine that if he hadn't stopped the movement of his hand in time, the hairpin would have penetrated her left eye.
Those eyes are the prettiest.
When not smiling, it looks like almonds or peach petals. When smiling, it curves like the moon. When looking at him with wide eyes, it looks like a cat's eyes, clear and clear.
He still couldn't bear it.
Not bad, just close.
"That's crazy." He laughed.
"You're crazy! You lunatic!" she said harshly, "Every moment I spend with you makes me feel sick! Kill my father and act like this to me again." Aren't you disgusted by your appearance? As soon as I see you, I want to eat your flesh and drink your blood!"
She took off the glass bracelet from her wrist and threw it to the ground.
"Who cares about your things! Kill me, kill me quickly!"
He stared at the bracelet on the ground. The crystal clear glass glowed with a faint light. He looked back at her, his expression ferocious and gloomy: "Can you say it again?"
She laughed: "I don't care about your things at all. I don't like the bracelet you gave me, the orchids you gave me, and everything you gave me!"
Thousands of arrows pierce the heart, like needles piercing the bones.
Every word is heartbreaking.
"Even every time I was with you before, I was just acting out of luck! In fact, every time I was with you, I was thinking about how to leave you. When I wanted you to marry me, you were unwilling. Now you look like this And it seems that I have to do it. Are you mentally ill? You don’t want what I give you, and you insist on taking what disgusts you. You are an inhumane monster. No one has ever loved you, so you come to torture me! You want to turn me into a pathetic thing like you! I don’t want to..."
"Snapped--"
The provocation stopped abruptly.
She was hit by the slap and turned her head away, half of her body lying on the pillow. She covered her burning and aching left face and looked up at him.
She stood up and slapped him with her backhand.
Wei Cheng was stunned by the beating and stared at her blankly, as if he didn't recognize her.
Since you've already broken up, why bother with one more slap?
"Why, did you get poked by me?" She laughed. "It seems I was right."
Veins popped up on Wei Cheng's forehead, and his arms trembled involuntarily and clenched into fists.
His voice was hollow, like a broken bellows, "So you hate me so much."
He seemed to be talking to himself.
"Yes, I hate you, I hate you to death." She said hatefully.
"It wasn't like this before." He still seemed unsure.
"How many times do you want me to say it, you and I are just acting on occasion."
"Kill him or chop him into pieces, it's up to you. Anyway, our family can meet again when we get underground."
He came to his senses.
Hear "family".
family.
family.
He will always be the outsider whom he excludes.
For the sake of her family, she not only wanted to escape, but also wanted to kill him. She also said such vicious words to him and discarded the things he gave her like old shoes.
It was as if there was a net that was invisibly wrapped around his internal organs, slowly tightening and strangling him until he couldn't breathe.
What kind of family reunion?
He smiled sympathetically, he would not let her have her way.
"What a filial and good daughter." There was moist liquid flowing down the side of his neck, and he touched it casually. The sticky blood stuck to his fingertips, and he wiped it off carelessly.
"It's a pity that filial piety goes to the wrong person."
"What do you mean?" She frowned.
"It's pitiful that you are so filial and brave, but you are facing a rotten person who has no blood relationship with you. Do you know that every time you disobey me for those old people, they are secretly laughing at you and sighing? Raising a good girl is more cost-effective than being a bean curd for the rest of your life."
Five thunders struck.
"What are you talking about?" She looked at him with wide eyes.
"Your adoptive father is just a shameless leech. He raised you up, let you play music in a brothel to support them, and then committed yourself to me. Do you think he didn't know it all these years? He turned a blind eye. It’s just eyes! Let you exchange your body for money to support him!"
"No..." She turned pale and said stiffly: "You don't know anything! How much effort they spent raising me!"
"What kind of effort have you spent? I just sent you to study and write. You think I really love you, but I just want to give you rare things to live in and sell you at a higher price!"
"You are not their biological daughter at all. Nineteen years ago, they did have a daughter, but that child died of illness long ago. You are a wild child adopted by your adoptive mother! If you don't believe it, why don't you think about it for so many years? You have never met the relatives of your adoptive mother and adoptive father, because they don’t dare to let you see their relatives at all, and their relatives all know that their daughter died nineteen years ago!”
Seeing her gradually collapsing, Wei Cheng felt a sense of revenge, but seeing her unconscious and dull look, his face darkened again.
She collapsed on the bed in horror, shaking her head.
She didn't want to believe him.
Maybe he made this up to confuse her.
Maybe he made up such a ridiculous story because he wanted her to be so confused and at his mercy.
But she couldn't help but think about it, and those suspicious memories rushed over like a flood.
No wonder, every year during the holidays, relatives from other families came to pay New Year greetings, but not from her family. Other children had aunts and uncles, but she had never seen them.
Every time I asked, Shen's mother would say that it was too far away to visit relatives.
She also saw Shen's mother turning over the baby's clothes when she was cleaning things. The small dress was not much bigger than a palm and was already a little old and yellowed. Shen's mother lowered her head and hugged the clothes and secretly wiped away tears.
She was fine by her side. If Mother Shen was sentimental, why should she hold her clothes instead of her?
Daughters from other families all look like their father, but no one has ever said that she looks like Father Shen...
But so what? Regardless of whether she is their biological daughter or not, it is impossible for them not to have any sincerity towards them. Could it be that all these years of care and love are fake?
"So what?" She looked at him coldly: "That's better than you."
Wei Cheng almost wanted to cut her into pieces, chew them up and swallow them.
I really can’t cry without seeing the coffin.
He sneered, got out of bed, and walked out without wearing any shoes, as if he was rummaging around for something.
