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"Wh …" "What?" Yu Yifei stuck her head out of Song Qiting's embrace in shock, "Then how is she right now?"

she asked nervously.

Yi Fei, her grandmother has passed away. You were her best friend in the past, let her go.

Song Qiting lamented.

From the mouse incident at home to the accident and Tang Zhen's attempted murder, all of these things were common to Yu Yifei.

He was not an idiot, and even more so, he did not believe that there were so many coincidences in this world.

All of this was only because he was weak, and he did not want to see the white moonlight in his heart tainted by a little dirt.

He wiped the last tear from the corner of Yu Yifei's eyes, then threw down the words "you should rest well" and left the hospital.

"Tang Zhen, why didn't you die?!"

Yu Yifei was left alone in the ward, she clenched her teeth and growled, and the blanket in her hands was almost torn to pieces by her.

She tried her best to move her body and fiercely pressed a number on the plane.

"I want Tang Zhen dead!"

Yu Yifei roared into the phone.

When Song Qiting returned home, he was already asleep.

"Young Master."

The butler stood respectfully behind him and received the suit. Dinner was served.

"Has she had dinner?"

Song Qiting shot a glance upstairs with his eyes. Even he himself did not know why he had come back without caring about anything else.

"Miss Tang has already eaten, and she has also eaten medicine on time. Even the doctors who treated her were very cooperative."

The butler reported Tang Zhen's performance to the whole.

Song Qiting nodded his head slightly as his heart suddenly felt a lot better. If she had restrained her hostility earlier, she wouldn't have caused him to look like this.

After a simple meal, he returned to his room, but Tang Zhen disappeared from his bed and fiercely slammed the door.

Without even thinking, he knew where Tang Zhen had gone to. He quickly turned around and with a "bang", he kicked away her original door.

"Tang Zhen, you're so disgusted just by sleeping with me?"

He directly knelt on one knee by the side of the bed, and used both of his hands to grip onto Tang Zhen's shoulders tightly like a pair of steel pincers.

Tang Zhen was startled awake by the loud sound, she looked at the demonic Song Qiting in front of her, and instantly rolled her eyes.

"Look at me, speak!"

Song Qiting scolded Tang Zhen in anger, what he could not stand was Tang Zhen's treatment. She had chased after him relentlessly before, but now, she was indifferent to it.

What did she want Song Qiting to do? A doll?

"Yes, I don't want to see you at all."

Tang Zhen turned his head, his tone was filled with an emotion he never had before.

"You … Are you not afraid of me anymore? "

Song Qiting stared blankly at Tang Zhen. Her eyes clearly told herself that not only was Tang Zhen no longer afraid of him, even a hint of emotion had disappeared from her eyes.

"I'm not even afraid of death, what is there to be afraid of?"

Tang Zhen looked at Song Qiting in ridicule, she was not afraid that Song Qiting would do anything to her, it was just an empty shell, as long as she did not die, those were just external things to her.

"You!"

This was the first time Song Qiting suffered a loss. He glared at Tang Zhen angrily, and the corners of his eyes flickered incessantly in surprise.

"Mr. Song, have you had enough trouble? "If Mr. Song doesn't want the news of Mrs. Song's bizarre death to spread tomorrow morning, please close the door when you go out."

After Tang Zhen finished speaking, he nonchalantly pulled up the blanket, covered himself, and turned around to sleep. He did not care in the slightest whether Song Qiting was truly angry or not.

However, if Song Qiting was really that easy to deal with, he would not have pestered her for so long.

Song Qiting slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and then lifted up the blanket to lie down beside Tang Zhen.

Tang Zhen was shocked, she stared at the man beside her, wanting to push him down, but her head suddenly felt dizzy, and she fell down onto Song Qiting's chest.

"Mm …"

Being struck suddenly by her, Song Qiting groaned in pain. He grabbed her chin and prevented her from leaving.

"Tang Zhen, is your head made of iron?" Song Qiting glared at Tang Zhen unhappily.

Tang Zhen pushed Song Qiting away again with all his might, and the strange flirtatiousness caused her face to flush red uncontrollably.

"I originally thought that Mr. Song was loyal to his feelings, but now it seems that it's nothing more than this."

Tang Zhen looked at Song Qiting with disdain. He had just returned from Yu Yifei's place and was about to sleep in the same bed as her. Tang Zhen felt nauseous.

She looked at Song Qiting who was on the verge of going berserk, and finally swallowed the words at the mouth of her mouth. Yu Yifei had always been like the white moonlight in Song Qiting's heart, even if she told him everything, he wouldn't believe her.

When she thought of Chu Hao, her heart was once again ruthlessly pulled, and her stomach began to churn.

"What right do you have to judge me? "Aren't you the same? Even though you said that you wanted me to leave, you couldn't help but throw yourself at me."

Song Qiting's entire body was filled with anger, he firmly suppressed his anger, and did not give her any chance to move.

"Sssii ~ ~"

With a crisp sound, Tang Zhen's clothes suddenly shattered into pieces and scattered on the ground.

"Song Qiting, don't go too far."

Tang Zhen subconsciously extended his hand out to push Song Qiting away, only to see her arms being bound by the man.

"Tang Zhen, don't play tricks with me, I feel disgusted."

Song Qiting mocked and ridiculed her. He really couldn't endure Tang Zhen's cold words to her.

So no matter if it was an insult or a physical injury, as long as Tang Zhen felt pain, he would be happy.

After all, Tang Zhen was heavily injured, and his strength was already on par with Song Qiting's, he could only watch helplessly as Song Qiting confined him.

In the next moment, Song Qiting buried her head into his neck with an indifferent expression. This was the first time Song Qiting had ever kissed her.

Normally, he would never bother to do any prelude, only using her as a tool to vent his emotions when he caught her.

Tang Zhen gritted her teeth as she felt the sticky sensation on her neck. Three years ago, that night just now was like a dose of poison, fiercely penetrating her brain.

That night's humiliation was the biggest nightmare of her life. In an instant, she mustered her strength and pushed Song Qiting down from the bed.

Without waiting for Song Qiting to react, Tang Zhen quickly put on the blanket, jumped off the bed, and ran to the bathroom, kneeling by the toilet and vomiting.

Even when she spat out the acid in her stomach, she was not relieved at all. She ruthlessly rubbed the sticky feeling on her neck. Even when it was red and swollen, she was not moved at all.

While his mind was filled with those incomplete images, he could not get rid of them. The more Tang Zhen thought about it, the harder he moved his hands.

"Tang Zhen, I made you so disgusted?"

Song Qiting looked at the place where she kissed him with anger, the place where blood was already smeared all over by Tang Zhen.

He scooped Tang Zhen up from the ground and tightly trapped her inside the wall. Once again, he stood up, and the more Tang Zhen struggled, the more strongly he used his hands.

While struggling, he directly kissed Tang Zhen's lips. For the past three years, he had never been able to find out what Tang Zhen's lips felt like.

However, the more she wanted to keep everything, the more he wanted to take it all back.

"Put..." Let go of me, um... Song Qiting, you madman … Let me go. "

Tang Zhen roared and struggled, but all the punches and kicks were useless as though they were hitting a sponge.

"Tang Zhen, let me see who exactly you are leaving a body for. Don't forget, we haven't divorced yet, and you are still my wife. If I want you, no one can stop me."

Song Qiting still thought that Tang Zhen was leaving him with a body, and his mind instantly filled with the scene of her and Gu Yun's mutual love.

In an instant, he lost all rationality. He pulled Tang Zhen's bed sheet off his body, and with his other hand, he opened the bath tyrant. Ice-cold water sprayed onto the two people's bodies.

Ah!

Tang Zhen fiercely bit his lower lip as his entire body stuck to the cold tiled wall. He powerlessly felt behind him with both hands, but he could not grab anything at all.

"Song Qiting, I hate you."

The double torture of his spirit and body, caused Tang Zhen to be unable to hold on any longer, and he howled out loud.

She had never felt so dirty before.