An Ran is not afraid of death, but she is afraid of this fake Nie Qingyu.
Under the man's cruel punishment, she finally gave up again. "Please... let go... I... it hurts so much..."
Nie Qingyu's tall and strong body was as still as a mountain. He looked coldly at the woman who was lying at his feet begging for mercy and sneered silently.
An Ran knew that he was waiting for her to admit her mistake.
She didn't think she was wrong, and since the real Nie Qingyu's identity and rights were involved, she couldn't give in easily.
She sobbed, tears falling down her cheeks. She knew that if she didn't admit she was wrong, this callous man would not be able to let go of her unfortunate finger.
Does she want a finger or her boyfriend?
An Ran was in a dilemma of choice.
Gradually, her fingers became so painful that they became numb and lost feeling. She almost couldn't hold on any longer.
The man who stepped on her had a terrifyingly cold look in his eyes. He really wanted to step on her harder and make her scream.
But he didn't do that in the end. It wasn't because he was soft-hearted, but... he was too lazy to be familiar with her!
Finally, the man mercifully removed his feet from her fingers, then sat on the sofa next to him and stared at her coldly without saying a word.
It took a lot of effort for An Ran to lift up the hand that had been stepped on. She saw that her fingers were crushed and her skin had turned blue.
She couldn't bend her fingers and could only continue to hold them stiffly, tears falling down like broken beads.
After a while, the blue finger became swollen and red, making it even more painful.
An Ran struggled to get up, and one of her sandals fell off. She simply kicked off the other one, walked to the door barefoot, and smashed the door with her uninjured hand.
Before her palm landed on the door panel, her wrist was clamped by a big hand and she couldn't move.
Just now she saw him sitting on the sofa, but in a blink of an eye he was behind her.
He made no sound at all, and she couldn't even see clearly how he came here. This man came and went without a trace like a ghost.
"Wait a little longer!" The man's cold voice sounded above her head, "Ahao and Long Jun are fighting for you! Wait until they clean up before going out."
An Ran bit her lip and reminded him softly: "If you find me troublesome, you can divorce me!"
It was just an angry word at first, and she didn't expect him to agree.
"Of course I think you are troublesome!" The man disliked her unceremoniously and said coldly: "Now that things have happened, do you think I still care about you?"
An Ran was startled, she felt relieved after hearing his words, but she still couldn't believe it: "You...you really agree to divorce me?"
Nie Qingyu sneered coldly, as if he felt it was a waste of time to even respond to her. "The lawyer will come over later to handle the divorce procedures! You have to divorce, or you have to divorce, it's not up to you!"
safely:"……"
The sky has already dawned. The bright morning light shines through the window into the bedroom, making it appear bright and clean. A new day has begun.
An Ran was exhausted both physically and mentally, holding up her fingers that were swollen like carrots, waiting for the Shura field outside the bedroom door to end the fighting, and waiting for the lawyer to come and handle the divorce procedures for her and Nie Qingyu.
He was very close to her, but he didn't touch her again. He didn't even look at her again, as if she was unnecessary garbage.
An Ran knew that she was not welcome by him, so she tried to reduce her presence as much as possible, but she was still worried about one thing. "After the divorce...will you kill me to silence me?"
Nie Qingyu slowly turned his gaze, glanced at her face, and coldly raised his lips and asked, "What do you think?"
An Ran felt a chill running down his spine and his hair stood on end. "I promise... I won't go out and talk nonsense."
"Oh," Nie Qingyu said he didn't believe her promise. "Just now you were shouting so loudly that the whole world knew about it!"
"As long as you tell me where he is...I won't go out and talk nonsense." An Ran made terms with him.
"Wouldn't it be safer to kill you?" The man said he had a better solution.
An Ran swallowed and whispered: "Since you want to kill me and silence me, why do you divorce me?"
Nie Qingyu is a famous person in the imperial capital, and his whole body is affected by it. His divorce is a sensational event in the circle, and it will definitely attract a lot of attention.
At this time, if his recently divorced ex-wife dies suddenly, it will only bring more topics and criticism to him. It would be easier and less troublesome to let her die directly.
"It's not too stupid!" Nie Qingyu sneered and continued: "I won't kill you because my hands are dirty!"
Six-thirty in the morning, the Nie family's old house.
Mr. Nie has the habit of drinking morning tea, so Aunt Mei has mastered Gongfu tea.
While drinking tea, the two played a game of chess, which was very elegant and interesting.
It's just that Mr. Nie was a little absent-minded this morning. He made frequent mistakes during the game and was quickly defeated by Aunt Mei.
"What's on your mind?" Aunt Mei asked softly.
Mr. Nie couldn't hold back his anger. "Butler Wei, why hasn't he come back yet... He didn't even make a call."
Aunt Mei asked in surprise: "What did he do for you so early in the morning?"
Mr. Nie waved his hands, a little distracted, and said to himself: "There are twenty Japanese ninjas, can't they shock that kid?"
Aunt Mei was even more surprised. "Who did you use twenty Japanese ninjas to deal with?"
This is Mr. Nie's trump card, and he actually played it all, which shows what a powerful opponent the opponent is.
Before Mr. Nie could say anything, Butler Wei returned with injuries and Bing Canyong.
Butler Wei also lost his job, walked with a limp, and reported with a sad face: "Twenty Japanese ninjas are all injured and can no longer perform tasks within three months."
"Ouch", Mr. Nie stood up, his eyes widened, and he could hardly believe his ears. "Everything, everything is hurt!"
Each of those twenty ninjas were singled out as one of the best in a thousand. Twenty of them came at once, originally to frighten the disobedient grandson, but who would have thought that all of them would be injured.
"Ahao and Long Jun are there!" Butler Wei said dejectedly: "The young master hasn't taken action yet. If he also joins the battle... then the defeat of the twenty ninjas will be even more ugly."
Mr. Nie was so angry that his beard stood up wildly, he could not stand steadily and almost fell into the imperial chair.
Aunt Mei quickly supported him and asked in surprise: "Why did you get into trouble with Qingyu? What kind of conflicts did you two have that couldn't be resolved, so you went to war..."
Even if he went to war, Mr. Nie did not take any advantage.
All twenty ninjas were injured, which was equivalent to taking away his trump card. No wonder Mr. Nie was so angry.
"What else could it be for? There is only one woman at his side. He is so obsessed with it that he will do anything outrageous..." Mr. Nie was so angry that he gasped violently, a mouthful of phlegm came up, and his face turned red from holding back.
Aunt Mei was very experienced and brought a sputum suction device to help him suck out the phlegm. Only then did he resume normal breathing.
Mr. Nie slumped back to his chair, unable to do anything to deal with this bastard grandson. He could only complain in a low voice: "I'm old... useless! You brat doesn't take me seriously anymore..."
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Deploying twenty ninjas to scare his grandson was a risky move for Mr. Nie. Once the shock failed, the consequences would only be more disastrous.
His grandson originally lacked awe for him, but now that he has broken his heart, he may be able to do something even more outrageous.
As expected, misfortunes never come singly. Butler Wei reported another bad news: "The young lady shouted out the secret in front of everyone. I'm afraid...I'm afraid the paper can't contain the fire."
Mr. Nie, who was paralyzed in his chair, was shocked again when he heard this, and asked in a trembling voice: "How many people are there in total?"
"A lot!" Butler Wei continued dejectedly: "Including those twenty ninjas, the total is...nearly forty people!"