---The sound of breaking porcelain sounded for the tenth time in the study, marking the beginning of Wanyan Che's life---
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Seeing the red liquid continuously slipping out of Ding Qianrong's lower body, the pleasure in Wanyan Che's eyes was even more obvious. A vengeful smile appeared on the corner of her lips, showing great contempt for Ding Qianrong's sad eyes.
The sarcastic voice was cold and lukewarm: "Are you surprised that there was such a big commotion and Grandma didn't show up?"
When Ding Qianrong heard this, she opened her eyes and looked at Wanyan Che closely. When his majestic figure leaned down to her ear, the other person's cold voice hit her ears: "I asked Xi'er to accompany me.
Grandma went to Prince Su's Mansion to see Xi Yan. When Grandma heard that Xi Yan was injured, she immediately became anxious and ordered Uncle Liu to prepare his horse. Ding Qianrong, do you know your weight now? You are not even qualified to carry Yan'er's shoes."
Suddenly, Ding Qianrong felt a sharp pain in her lower body, which hit her body along with Wanyanche's cold voice. Only then did Ding Qianrong realize her ignorance and naivety.
Last time, it was only Zhen'er's snitch that saved the fetus. Now - she has set herself on fire, bringing the blame on herself and no one else to blame, but why should he humiliate her so cruelly and take away all her self-esteem?
The red lips that were fading in blood trembled unwillingly: "Save my son, please, I beg you, for the sake of the relationship between husband and wife, Qianrong, please, he is innocent, he is the incense of your Wanyan family,
You can't, uh--"
The remaining words were drowned in the red flower concoction. At this time, she was unable to resist. When her consciousness was dizzy, she felt extremely bitter in her throat. The liquid that was forcefully poured into her abdomen was as bitter as bile.
As the accumulation of blood accumulated, waves of stabbing pain invaded her abdomen. It seemed as if the bones and flesh in her abdomen were being forcibly pulled out. Blood-red liquid gurgled out, taking away her qualifications to be a mother.
At this moment, she couldn't sense anything around her. Her eyes, which were constantly filled with tears, were ashen and empty. She also ignored the man who privately executed her. Without her support, her heart felt ashen.
Gradually, Ding Qianrong's face became increasingly pale, and her original pride and arrogance were gone, like a lonely soul wandering in the dust.
In the Ding family, her mother taught her all the ways to capture men's bodies and minds, and how to deal with the women around her who were vying for favor, whether they were cruel or ruthless.
She was used to seeing the Ding family's wives and concubines cheating on each other openly and covertly, and over time it became rotten into her heart, which is now extremely ugly.
But still in the depths of the night, she would think of Gu Xiyan's calm and clean acceptance of her smile, no ridicule, no unwillingness, no hatred, everything was so clean, but it made her jealous.
At that moment, she realized where her threat was, so she tried every means to destroy her and tried every means to make her look ugly in front of her husband.
However, she was still wrong, and extremely wrong. Even when Gu Xiyan became arrogant and arrogant, she still could not let go of her heart and fight to the end.
The funny thing is that in the end, she lost so much that she lost even her final pride and self-respect, and stayed with him in his hands along with her own flesh and blood.
All ten bowls of red flowers were poured into Ding Qianrong's belly, and the bowl in Wanyanche's hand was thrown to the ground. The tenth sound of breaking porcelain sounded in the study room, marking the end of Wanyanche's life.
Junjun had a smile on his face and looked at the pool of blood on her lower body with satisfaction, letting the strong smell of blood fill his nerves.
There was no trace of guilt or panic in his eyes, but there was a clamor for revenge and deep hatred.
"A life for a life, this is true fairness." Wanyanche's calm words made Ding Qianrong feel like she was being scraped with a knife. Her heart felt as if someone had dug out a blood trough and the blood was spreading wildly, but she was in so much pain that she couldn't help it.
voice.
"Remember, your debt has not been paid off yet, and you will never be able to repay what you owe me, Wanyanche, in your lifetime."
The cold voice entangled Ding Qianrong's body and mind like a nightmare, like being pushed into a dream from which she could not wake up.
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The third update is here, and the meatballs are tortured and I retreat! Well, I suddenly feel that I am so evil, I cover my face and burst into tears~~~