Then Dong Wangliao knocked his crutch on the ground hard, turned around and left the ancestral hall.
The moment he turned around, Dong Wangliao's eyes were filled with tears. He stretched out his right hand to cover his chest, panting violently, as if his heart had stopped beating.
Dong Wangliao had never encountered anything like this in his life, and he never thought that one day he would end up in a situation where his family would be destroyed.
He coughed and shed tears, feeling full of regret.
He also wanted to keep Dong Ning, but the elders of the Dong family would not allow him to do so.
Dong's enterprise is the hard work of several generations of the Dong family, and he must not destroy Dong's enterprise.
Dong Wangliao staggered all the way back to his study. As soon as he entered the door, he vomited a large mouthful of blood, swayed and collapsed on the ground, exhausted and unable to speak.
Dong Ning knelt in the ancestral hall with her head lowered, listening to the faint whimpering in her ears, feeling sad in her heart, she was finished, she was really finished now.
She had been kneeling for a day and a night, and Dong Ning's knees had long been scraped and bloody, but she didn't say a word, just pursed her lips tightly, as if she was so stubborn that she didn't want to admit defeat.
Inside the prison.
Sheng Yuan was sitting in the cell. Everything in the cell was closed. There was only one door and a small window. It was extremely cold in winter, and the cold wind blew in from the small window, causing his skin to ache and bite.
The cold made his body curl up like a shrimp.
His figure was thin and tall, but he looked a little thin at this time. His face was stained with dirt and looked a little gray. His sharp black eyes were staring at the small window, and there seemed to be a fire burning inside, burning him.
's soul.
"Click", the door was opened from the outside. Sheng Yuan slowly turned his head to look at the cell door. When he saw the man coming in, his eyes instantly became dark.
The food delivery person came in, carrying a bowl of white rice and a bowl of cabbage. The cabbage soup was so bland that even the oil star could not be seen. Sheng Yuan frowned in disgust.
"You've had such a good meal, but you still dare to complain about it?" the visitor said sarcastically, putting the bowls and chopsticks on the table.
Then he exited the cell and returned to a quiet cell.
Sheng Yuan's face was covered with dirt and he looked very slovenly.
He picked up a spoon and scooped a spoonful of white rice into his mouth. It was so salty and bitter that he couldn't taste it at all.
He would never touch such rough white rice, let alone eat it.
Sheng Yuan frowned in disgust, his stomach churning.
But in order to survive, he forced himself to swallow this bowl of white rice.
In the past few days, Sheng Yuan had become more than a little haggard. His energy had been severely depleted, so much so that he had lost weight.
He leaned against the wall in despair, staring blankly at the dark ceiling.
Sheng Yanxuan must hate him to death, he actually used such despicable means.
Sheng Yanxuan's thunderous methods shocked many people, and Sheng Yanxuan's prestige suddenly reached its peak.
Does he regret it? Yes, but there is nothing he can do about it. It has reached this point. He just hopes that Sheng Yanxuan will never find out.
"Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough!" Sheng Yuan coughed violently and felt a burning sensation in his throat. He couldn't help coughing up bright red blood, which dripped on the white sheets.
He seemed to be making a cry for help, but his throat seemed to be torn, making a hoarse sound.
"Dong dong dong!" A burst of rapid footsteps came from far away, followed by a pungent smell of tobacco.
A man in uniform walked in, holding a cigarette in his hand and taking a puff. The smoke was so thick that his expression could not be seen clearly, except for a pair of sharp and deep eyes with a murderous intent.
Sheng Yuan crawled on the ground towards this man. He was the person who managed this place, maybe he could save himself!
The palms of his hands rubbed against the rough concrete floor, leaving thin traces of blood. He finally grabbed the man's trouser legs, raised his head and begged: "Uh... uh!"
But the man threw his leg and laughed contemptuously: "Oh, who do I think you are? It turns out to be you, Boss Sheng!"
The man's words were like a bucket of ice water poured down his head, extinguishing Sheng Yuan's last glimmer of hope.
This man is not here to save him, but to harm him!
Sheng Yuan's eyes were bloodshot and he roared angrily. He wanted to stand up and fight him, but due to the collapse and lack of rest in the past few days, his lumbar spine was damaged and he was unable to get up. His legs were even twitching slightly. This was
His injuries worsened.
The man looked down at Sheng Yuan, his eyes shining with excitement.
"I said, Boss Sheng, is it worth it for you to do this? You can obviously live a wealthy life with fine clothes and fine food, but in the end, you are no longer a human being or a ghost. You might as well just die."
There was a strong sarcasm in the man's tone. He knelt down, patted Sheng Yuan's cheek, and said with a smile: "Boss Sheng, you are really stupid. If you want to blame, you have to blame yourself. If you insist on provoking people from the Sheng family, you
How dare you, a little guy, kidnap the young lady of the Sheng family? Now, we, Mr. Sheng, want to make sure you die without a burial place!"
The man pulled Sheng Yuan's hair and pulled him to the corner. Sheng Yuan roared, waved his hands, and tried to struggle.
The man sneered and punched him in the stomach. Sheng Yuan immediately bent his body, arched his back and cried out in pain.
He took out a piece of cloth from his trouser pocket and stuffed it in Sheng Yuan's mouth to silence him. The man patted his face with satisfaction, stood up and walked away.
The man's words were like a curse, entangled in Sheng Yuan's head and unable to be dispelled.
Sheng Yuan's pupils dilated in fear when he saw the man's actions, bead-sized beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his body was shaking violently.
The man glanced at him coldly, with a bloodthirsty smile on his lips.
Sheng Yuan let out a shrill scream.
When the man saw Sheng Yuan's tragic situation, he didn't show any sympathy and pity. Instead, he burst into laughter.
"This is retribution. Who made you do so many evil things?"
The man turned around and left, leaving Sheng Yuan squirming on the ground and wailing, pain and hatred pouring out to engulf him.
Sheng Yanxuan! Do you have to go to this point to drive me away to death?
The man walked out of the prison and arrived at the gate. When he saw Dong Wangliao at the gate, he immediately became respectful and walked over with a smile.
"Mr. Dong, everything is settled." The man nodded and bowed to please Dong Wangliao.
Dong Wangliao smiled with satisfaction and patted the man on the shoulder, "Thank you for your hard work. I will give you credit when this matter is over."
"Thank you, Mr. Dong." The man beamed with joy and quickly bowed with tears in his eyes.
Dong Wangliao ignored the man and left the prison with his hands behind his back.
Sheng Yuan never thought that the person who harmed him this time was actually the Dong family. After the harm, he threw the dirty water on Sheng Yanxuan. This trick of killing people with a borrowed knife was perfect.
After all, the Sheng family is the richest family, and the grievances between the wealthy families are turbulent. Since he has no ability to go against the Sheng family, he can only use this method to sow discord.
He believes that a person's hatred can be very powerful, and Sheng Yuan still has final use value.