However, Jiang Lingxiao kicked Yun Xueyao away.

Like kicking a stumbling stone.

He held the sides of the cabinet with both hands and moved it faster.

"Jiang Lingxiao..." Yun Xueyao ignored the pain in his knees from the fall and rushed up to hug his legs repeatedly, almost incoherently, "Brother Xiao, don't... don't do this... it's all my fault...

"

She dared not admit her mistake.

She didn't dare to gamble or be willful.

Yu Zishun's life was a red line that no one could touch.

She owed him so much that she could never repay him in this life, and she could no longer afford another priceless life.

"I beg you to let him go, I beg you to stop..." She cried and begged, crying loudly, "Brother Xiao, I can do anything you ask me to do, even if you want my life... please let him go.

Senior brother...you can't do this...I beg you..."

"Yun Xueyao!" Yu Zishun had already guessed what Jiang Lingxiao was doing, and he shouted sternly, "Shut up! Don't beg him!"

She came to Xingye to apply for a job, and he asked HR to make an offer to her.

This is all he can do for her.

A job that is not decent, a cupboard door that is about to fall down, he wants to give her a little more, but she doesn't want it...

But he didn't want her to kneel down for him, to beg this man for him, or to return to the gorgeous hell of the Jiang family for him.

When she came to him that day, her bloodless face was filled with a lifeless look that was inconsistent with her age, but her still beautiful face was like a withered rose. She seemed to have no soul, mechanically getting up from the mire and following her footsteps.

The instinct of life is to seek the last hope...

These days, he watched her come alive little by little, return to her former vigor little by little, watch the smile return little by little on her face, watch her eyes become bright again.

He would rather die in exchange for her freedom.

Live freely, laugh freely, stretch your wings freely...

It was probably because Yun Xueyao cried so clearly and her voice was so frightening that Jiang Lingxiao finally stopped moving.

He lowered his head and stared coldly at the tear-stained face in front of him.

Yun Xueyao raised his head, his eyes filled with mist, and the tears that fell were crystal clear and full.

Jiang Lingxiao stretched out his hand, and his fingertips were slightly cold, scraping across her face. He raised his hand again, spread his palm, and looked at the tears that covered one finger.

"You're crying," his voice was dripping with water, so calm that there was no ripples. "Yun Xueyao, this is the first time you cried like this in front of me, for... a man."

A man not named Jiang Lingxiao.

He suddenly leaned over, grabbed her bun, and forced her to raise her neck.

"Yun Xueyao, you can actually cry for him." He gritted his teeth and his eyes were filled with shuddering scarlet. "You knelt down for him, once, twice, begged me for him, admitted your mistake, once

, twice...you cried for him, the first time..."

The tone of his voice changed, and his sneer was sharp and weird.

Yun Xueyao was trembling.

Because of pain and fear.

She had never seen Jiang Lingxiao like this.

He had despised her and ridiculed her a lot in the past, but she had never tried to challenge him to the limit and what would she gain from him.

"I will push him down..." Jiang Lingxiao leaned close to her ear, whispering like a devil between his teeth, "let him smash into a pile of mud in the cabinet... Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh playing

I will accompany you as the murderer. You and I killed him together."

After saying this, he threw her to the ground hard.

"Don't—" Yun Xueyao's scream pierced the night sky.

She got up from the ground and rushed to the window.

She stood in front of the cabinet, opened her arms, and her hair was spread over her shoulders.

Her face was pale, her voice was as mournful as the wind whistling on a lonely cliff, but her expression held a desperate determination.

"You push me down first, then you step on my body and commit your crime...Jiang Lingxiao, you are the only murderer tonight!"

Jiang Lingxiao suddenly piled the cabinets aside.

The heavy cabinet hit the ground with a loud sound that almost broke apart.

He immediately stepped forward, grabbed Yun Xueyao's neck, and pushed her head down out of the window.

"Do you think you are the only one who has the courage to die?" His voice, along with the wind outside the window, whimpered into her ears, "Do you think you are the only one in the Yun family who dares to die?"

"Do you think I will let you get your wish and die together with your senior brother? Do you think I dare not jump with you?"

Yun Xueyao's blood rushed to her brain, her pale cheeks gradually turned red, and half of her body was suspended in the air, causing her world to become chaotic and upside down.

She only felt that Jiang Lingxiao was also pressing down.

Fall into this twisted world with her.

The hot breath of his breath mixed with the night wind and lingered in her nose and ears.

Warm and sticky liquid dripped on her face,

"Yun Xueyao, even if you die, you can only die with me!"

…

…

Yun Xueyao didn't know how she got back into the house from the window, nor did she know how Jiang Lingxiao let her go.

When she came to her senses, she found herself sitting on the floor of the room, coughing and wheezing.

There was a big hole in the bottom of the fallen wardrobe in front of me.

There were specks of blood on the floor and walls.

There were two groups of people fighting each other in the room, noisily pointing at each other and making threats.

Yu Zishun stood on one side, with blood dripping from his fists.

Jiang Lingxiao was on the other side, being driven by someone. His face was blue, and there was blood on the corners of his mouth and clothes.

Wei Hong squatted beside Yun Xueyao and said something loudly.

Yun Xueyao tried hard to concentrate. She heard the pleading in Wei Hong's voice, "Miss Yun, go back. Mr. Xiao hasn't slept a wink since last night, hasn't eaten a drop of rice, and hasn't even drank a sip of water.

Stop torturing him..."

Yun Xueyao continued to cough, laughing while coughing.

He was violent to her and almost pushed her and the innocent Yu Zishun downstairs.

In the end, his people said, Miss Yun, please stop torturing Master Xiao, please spare his life...

"Really, Miss Yun, Master Xiao hasn't had a good rest since you started making trouble last week. Even so, when he saw the dress you liked, he still asked me to sell it for you. He even asked me to go to the middle school yesterday

Go to the hospital and find the most famous osteopath to get you medicine for stiff neck..."

Wei Hong was almost red-eyed. He looked more like an old mother than Mrs. Jiang.

"Miss Yun, if you admit your mistake to Master Xiao, the matter will be over. When has Master Xiao ever been serious with you?"

She has done even more extreme things, but as long as she is willing to go back, Master Xiao will just turn a blind eye and swallow everything.

Yun Xueyao seemed to have heard nothing and slowly got up from the ground.

She staggered towards Yu Zishun.
Chapter completed!