The door of the Western Suburbs Prison opened. The woman pursed her lips and raised her head, her eyes filled with silence.
Ridiculous acquittal.
She crawled back from the endless hell.
Her fingers were slender, and her smooth skin could be vaguely seen under the shabby clothes. She reached out and touched her left cheek, which was smooth.
The burn marks on it have been completely repaired, and the right half of the face is as fair and delicate as the right side.
A black extended Bentley stopped in front of her. The driver got out of the car and said, "Miss Shen, I'm here to pick you up."
She nodded, clasped her hands, took a deep breath, and walked into the car.
The car drove slowly towards Hejia Villa.
A big event happened to the He family recently. The young master of the He family, He Chengze, got into a car accident while driving drunk and became a vegetative state. The hospital has issued a critical illness notification. The He family has no choice but to use the most traditional and superstitious method - to celebrate!
The happy bride is Shen Wan.
It is said that her and He Chengze's horoscopes are a perfect match. The He family cleared her of suspicion, got her out of prison, made up a false identity, and repaired the scars on her face just for the sake of gambling.
Shen Wan is already dead. She died on that day three years ago.
The person living now is named Shen Wanxing.
She sat in the car, with crackling raindrops hitting the car window. Her rough fingers touched the bright red wedding dress on the car seat, and finally took off the rags and put on a Chinese wedding dress.
The car arrived soon.
The sky was overcast and raining, and two maids holding red umbrellas were waiting at the entrance of the villa.
"The bride is getting off the car!"
Shen Wanxing was helped out of the car. The headdress weighed her down so much that she could hardly straighten her neck, and the beads in front of her eyes almost blocked her sight.
Passing through the continuous arches and corridors, the sound of rain in his ears became louder and louder. Shen Wanxing glanced into the extremely luxurious living room, with quaint and magnificent decoration and furnishings.
"Don't look around." The maid said with a straight face.
"Um."
There was no grand wedding, and we didn't even see a single He family member. It felt weird no matter how we looked at it.
Isn't it like coming out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's den?
"You sit here." The maid opened a door and asked her to sit on the bed. The room was black and white and gray, simple and low-key, without any joy at all.
The maid glanced at her and added: "If you are tired, you can sleep first, but you are not allowed to turn on the light. It is unlucky."
"good."
She nodded without doubting his presence.
This rule is really strange.
The room became quiet. Shen Wanxing had been tossing all day and waited for a long time but there was no movement. His eyelids closed heavily and he curled up against the bed and fell asleep.
Click.
The door was gently opened, and a faint smell of alcohol drifted in along the night wind.
The tall and straight man's shirt cuffs were slightly rolled up and two buttons on the collar were unbuttoned, making him look a bit sexy.
His body was full of alcohol, his eyes were heavy, and he walked into this room with only his last will.
He Xizhou took off his coat and threw it aside, lying on the bed.
Suddenly, He Xizhou stretched out his hand and felt the warm touch on his side. He subconsciously turned over and pressed the warmth under his body. He bent his long legs to clasp her limbs and restrained her tightly, not allowing her to have any chance. struggle.
"ah!"
Shen Wanxing cried out in pain, but she couldn't make a sound. Her eyes were blurry and frightening as she watched the tall figure that appeared in front of her suppress her and do whatever he wanted with her.
She opened her eyes and wanted to see the man in front of her clearly, but the outside was just like that night three years ago, without even a single starlight. It was pitch dark inside the bedroom, and she could only feel an inexplicable fear.
He Chengze became a vegetative state and it was impossible for him to do such a thing.
So……
who is he!
"Are you back?" A man's voice sounded in her ears.
He was low-pitched and hoarse with the smell of alcohol, and looked at her with his deep eyes blurred, as if he was looking at someone through her eyes, and the smell of alcohol would make Shen Wanxing drunk.
"Help...um..."
Shen Wanxing's cry for help was stuck in his throat.
The man's hands moved around her waist, his breathing was a little rapid, and his thin lips covered hers, as if he wanted to suck all the air from her mouth. Shen Wanxing was kissed so hard that he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't go on like this!
She seized the opportunity and bit the man's lower lip hard, and the smell of blood spread...