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( Huo Mian, Let’s Get a Divorce (7)

“You will see. I’ll show you.” Huo Siqian laughed again after saying this.

Then, he put his hand on Song Yishi’s shoulder.

Her shoulder area was tied extremely tightly by the yellow tape. There was white skin popping up through the gaps in the yellow tape.

Huo Siqian used his sharp paper cutter and easily sliced through the flesh on her arm, immediately leaving a bloody mark.

Song Yishi hummed quietly. Though it didn’t hurt a lot, it was all of a sudden, it was really…

That feeling was hard to explain.

She was wrong to think this was as bad as it got.

Because what Huo Siqian did later drove Song Yishi completely crazy.

Huo Siqian cut every bit of her skin that was not covered by tape, leaving her body covered with wounds…

There were countless little cuts all over her body, burning with pain.

“Huo Siqian, you’re a complete psycho!” yelled Song Yishi angrily.

“Yeah, I am.” Huo Siqian stared at Song Yishi with his extremely innocent eyes, driving the latter insane.

But that was not the end of the torture.

Huo Siqian didn’t feel any guilt as he looked at Song Yishi’s profusely-bleeding wounds.

“I’m losing so much blood, will I die?” she sniffed.

“Now you’re scared? Then what were you thinking when you planned to kill me? You’re a really tough bitch. I’m actually impressed by your spiteful heart. Because we are the same.”

“Gross, I’m not the same as you. You’re a psycho, do you know that?” Song Yishi knew that no matter how much she begged, Huo Siqian wouldn’t let her go.

So it would just be better to yell everything she was thinking.

Huo Siqian walked into the kitchen calmly and took out a bag of sea salt.

“What are you going to do?” The fear in Song Yishi’s heart started spreading.

Huo Siqian didn’t even bother to respond. He just opened up the bag, grabbed a handful of salt, and spread it deep into Song Yishi’s wounds.


Her screams sounded like a slaughterhouse.

The wounds didn’t hurt that much at first, but after the salt, it was heartrendingly painful.

Without letting Song Yishi finish screaming, Huo Siqian continued spreading the whole bag of salt onto Song Yishi.

She felt like death would be better than living through this.

Only then did Song Yishi realize that offending Huo Siqian was a total nightmare.

At the same time, she hated Qin Chu. If Qin Chu and Huo Mian had made a plan together, Huo Siqian would be dead by now.

But why didn’t they kill Huo Siqian?

Why did they pretend to be saints?

It was already midnight and after torturing Song Yishi, Huo Siqian immediately drove off, leaving Song Yishi alone in the cold house.

After an hour, Huo Siqian’s henchmen came over and sent her to hospital, and she didn’t dare to say a word to anyone.

Because if this was revealed, her ending would be even worse.

This time, she learned to be smart.

– The next morning –

Qin Chu and Huo Mian were in the hospital with Qin Yumin for some conservative treatment when Qin Chu’s phone began to ring.

He saw the number on the screen and hesitated to pick up.

“What’s up?” It was Huo Mian’s first time seeing there was a call that even Qin Chu didn’t want to pick up.

“Nothing… I’m going out to answer the call.”

This was the first time that Qin Chu didn’t answer his phone call in front of Huo Mian, which almost made her feel like her husband was having an affair…

“Little brat, it’s just answering a call. What’s the big secret,” scolded Qin Yumin.

“Ha, it’s alright, Dad. It might be related to work, and it’s not convenient.” Huo Mian understood Qin Chu really well.

After walking out of Qin Yumin’s room, Qin Chu picked up the call with a voice as cold as the North Pole, “What do you want?”

“Qin Chu, let’s meet up.”

“Why would I want to meet up with you?” Qin Chu hated Huo Siqian and had no interest in meeting with him.

“Haven’t you always wanted to know the true circumstances of Huo Mian’s birth? Come, and I will tell you everything I know.”

After hearing this, Qin Chu fell completely silent.


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