After the wedding, Song Yingying's life was not going smoothly.
After Shen Wanyin's so-called disappearance, Fu Beizheng no longer cared about her and left her to fend for herself.
That's all, at least Song Yingying can still be free.
Unexpectedly, half a month later, Sun Mingyi came to Jinzhou City and said that she was too annoying and had her locked up.
For more than two months, Song Yingying has been locked up in a villa on the outskirts of the city, unable to even walk in the yard.
These days, Song Yingying always tried to find opportunities to escape, but in the end she failed.
It's a snowy day and everything is white outside.
Because Song Yingying was not favored, the servants in the suburban villa did not look upon her favorably.
The room she was in was freezing cold even with the heavy snow in the sky.
No matter how many times she fought, the result was the same.
Song Yingying was so cold that her hands and feet were covered with frostbite. In order to keep warm, she could only put on layers of clothes. In the end, she looked bloated and looked like a madman.
Sometimes Song Yingying looks at herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror and feels that she has lost her mind.
Suddenly, there was the sound of a car engine outside.
In a quiet environment, Song Yingying, who was lying on the bed, was keenly aware of the sound. She closed her eyes and sat up instantly. She had no time to put on her shoes and ran towards the window.
Immediately, she lay on the cold glass window, trying hard to see who was coming through a layer of misty ice.
"Brother Zheng, Brother Zheng must be here."
Song Yingying was so excited that her whole body started to tremble.
After more than two months of imprisonment, although her life was not in danger, no one said a word to her, and the surroundings were so quiet that she almost collapsed.
Knowing that Fu Beizheng was here, Song Yingying hurriedly took off the layers of clothes on her body.
She came to the mirror and looked at herself carefully, hoping to see Fu Beizheng in his best light.
Even though she could only see Fu Beizheng wearing a veil, Song Yingying still applied lipstick eagerly.
Then she stood in front of the door and listened carefully to the sounds outside.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Song Yingying was looking forward to it.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the door opened and Song Yingying had no time to speak, Fu Beizheng kicked her hard.
Song Yingying didn't have time to react, and she fell to the ground in pain.
The severe pain caused a buzzing sound in Song Yingying's ears, and she lost her voice in pain.
"You were responsible for the fire in the hotel, and you were the one who brought Wan Yin to room 1003, right? Song Yingying, answer me!"
Fu Beizheng's face turned completely dark, and he spoke through gritted teeth, as if he wanted to tear Song Yingying apart.
Fu Beizheng had never looked so violent and gloomy before.
Xu Shi's last hope in his heart was completely wiped out, and Fu Beizheng's whole person fell into darkness.
He once consciously took responsibility and had many people to protect.
But the person he cherishes the most cannot be protected. To Fu Beizheng, this is a complete joke.
What?
For a moment, Song Yingying was in so much pain that she didn't even react.
After a long while, when Fu Beizheng mentioned Shen Wanyin again, he looked like he was going crazy.
Is there anything Song Yingying doesn’t understand?
She was shaking all over in pain, but she still had to struggle to get up little by little.
Finally, she collapsed on the ground and looked at Fu Beizheng provocatively with her exposed eyes.
"You know everything? Do you still like this wedding gift I gave you?"
After a long silence, Song Yingying suddenly burst into laughter and confessed to what she had done.
"Who made Shen Wanyin wander around that day and gave me the opportunity to take action. When the porcelain bottle hit her, I had never been so happy. By the way, there was also the last moment when the fire was ignited... you know that Where did the fire start?"
Song Yingying said happily. She had not spoken to anyone for more than two months, and now she wanted to express her excitement.
"At that time, I dragged her to the guest room, and she was lying on the floor like a dead dog. I poured wine on her, and the fire in my hand was still on her head. In an instant, she was burned by the fire. Devoured. That moment was the happiest thing in my life. Shen Wanyin took away everything that belonged to me, so she should have died so miserably."
Fu Beizheng stood quietly in front of her. When he listened to these words, he couldn't restrain his body from shaking with anger.
Originally, Song Yingying thought that Fu Beizheng would become even more angry and take action after hearing what she said.
Unexpectedly, he looked at her coldly next.
What is he going to do?
Song Yingying, who was even prepared to die, felt more and more fear in her heart when she saw Fu Beizheng not saying a word.
"Fu Beizheng, you promised that you would not let me die no matter what. You can love Shen Wanyin, but you must keep your promise. After all, I have helped you so much in the past, but you can't..."
Before Song Yingying could finish her words, Fu Beizheng suddenly stepped towards her.
Song Yingying could never guess Fu Beizheng like this.
She backed away in fear, but the next moment she was caught by Fu Beizheng.
"Yes, I promised that I won't do anything until I kill you."
Fu Beizheng's hand pinched Song Yingying's wrist, as if he wanted to crush her hand to pieces.
Song Yingying didn't understand what he meant, so she could only scream in pain.
In the end, Song Yingying lay weakly on the ground.
At this time, Fu Beizheng had already ordered the servant to bring a lot of wine, but he poured it on the ground little by little with no expression on his face.
"How you treat her, I treat you. You must also taste the hardships she endured at that time."
When Fu Beizheng said these words, his eyes were filled with hatred.
"You promised me that you would keep me alive, and you can't break your promise."
"I will have someone come to rescue you in half an hour. Whether you can still be alive by then depends on your life."
Fu Beizheng said coldly. After he poured the last bottle of wine, the whole room was filled with a strong smell of wine.
Immediately afterwards, Song Yingying watched the lighter in Fu Beizheng's hand light up.
When Fu Beizheng walked out of the room a moment later, the room had been quickly ignited by the ignition.
Song Yingying tried her best to call for help, but unfortunately no one came to save her.
Even when the smoke was billowing in the fire, she was choked by the incoming smoke just when she wanted to open her mouth...
The servants downstairs were waiting nervously. They didn't know what was happening upstairs, and it was definitely not a good thing.
Not long after, Fu Beizheng walked down slowly.
At the same time, Song Yingying's nervous and painful cry for help came from upstairs.
What exactly is going on?
The servants downstairs looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
Just when Fu Beizheng was about to leave, I heard him speak slowly.
"Go upstairs and rescue her in half an hour. Whether she dies or not depends on her."
Fu Beizheng said indifferently and drove away directly.
The servant standing downstairs didn't know what to do when he heard these words.
About a few minutes later, a fire burning upstairs caught their attention, and they realized that the house was burning.
But Fu Beizheng had already given instructions not to go up to rescue anyone within half an hour.
Next, the servants could only watch the upstairs burning...