private marriage

In the private room, the fragrance of the tea was getting stronger, but Ling Nuanqing couldn't take a sip.

She looked at the man across from her. "What kind of hatred do you have with Ling Shaocheng?"

"He has offended so many people and blocked the way of too many people."

Ling Nuanqing stretched out her hand to the teacup, "So from the beginning, it was a game, right? It started when you betrayed me and asked me to pretend to be your girlfriend."

"No, I really like you." Ye Shengjing's expression was half-light and half-dark, making it hard to see through, but Ling Nuanqing didn't understand him carefully.

"I'm not at a disadvantage either. Fortunately, I'm not tempted by Young Master Ye, otherwise it would be useless for you to set up this stage."

Ye Shengjing's face was slightly stiff, and a ray of embarrassment was hidden at the bottom of the pool. He was also a person who fumbled in romantic places, but he had never met a woman who told him that she was not interested in him.

Ling Shaocheng would never have imagined that Ling Nuanqing was sitting in a box on the second floor, drinking tea, discussing with another man how to kill him.

When Ling Nuanqing came, Ling Shaocheng's most vicious side had just been revealed, no matter whether it was to give favors or persecute him viciously, the final result was that he won.

A group of people were sullen, and picked up the pens beside them dissatisfied.

Ling Shaocheng started to play with the lighter, and with a light blow, the ice-blue seedlings shot out like tongues of fire, lighting up his sinister eyes.

Mingyue asked someone to play the celebration video, Ye Shengjing's heart tightened, and he straightened up a bit.

On the projected screen, the back of a woman appeared. She was very young, wearing a dark green cheongsam, and she could be seen to be graceful with just a glance.

Mingyue felt that something was wrong, so he hurriedly asked to switch.

Not to mention that it was cut to another screen, even the computer couldn't be turned off, and the pot exploded on the spot, "What's going on?"

"What is this for?"

Ling Shaocheng raised his head, his black and bright eyes were pierced by that shadow, doubt and uneasiness suddenly covered his bottom, that kind of fear jumped up from the bottom of his heart.

There is also a man in the picture, whose face is also unclear.

The two should be at home. The man is standing with his back to the woman, holding a microphone and talking on the phone.

The woman walked over, and at some point there was a knife in her hand, and everyone was shocked. "Who played a prank? What the hell does it mean?"

Ling Shaocheng stood there in a daze, staring fixedly at the screen.

"Shut up!"

He felt that this scene seemed...very familiar, had he seen it before?
Could it be in a dream?
The woman walked faster and faster, and soon came behind the man, she held his shoulder with one hand.

The man didn't even look back, but just patted the back of her hand with his palm.

Ling Shaocheng was startled suddenly, he stood up in a panic, and shouted forcefully towards the screen, "Dad—"

Ming Yue's heart sank, knowing that something was wrong, he asked someone to turn off the computer, and at the same time ran to Ling Shaocheng's side quickly. "Mr. Ling!"

"Dad, get out of the way, get out of the way, let's go—"

But that was just a video, everyone present looked at Ling Shaocheng, he could no longer see anyone else, he propped his hands on the edge of the table, his handsome eyes were wide open, even his vocal cords seemed to be torn apart.

"dad!"

The knife in the woman's hand stabbed fiercely into the man's back, once, twice, three times...

The blood spattered out and soon dyed the man's coat red. Ling Shaocheng pushed Mingyue away and hit the chair and the table. He almost fell to the ground. His eyes were filled with dark red blood stains. He ran to the stage. The knife is still on.

The white knife goes in, the red knife goes out.

A dozen times, the scene was extremely bloody.

There was blood splatter on that desk, and the man didn't even have time to take a look at it for the last time. He probably wouldn't have thought that it was his wife who was cruel to him, right?
Ling Shaocheng stood there motionless like a statue, the man slid down the edge of the table and fell into a pool of blood.

Ling Shaocheng rushed over, Mingyue couldn't hold him back, what a scene this is, Mr. Ling, who has a head and face, can't lose his composure like this.

"dad!"

"dad--"

The woman clenched the dagger in her hand tightly, and blood beads fell drop by drop along the sharp blade.

Ling Nuanqing tightened her neckline, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable, as if her heart was being torn apart by a pair of big hands, it was painful and stuffy.

"Mom?" Ling Shaocheng quickly murmured to himself again, "No, don't do this, turn around and look at me."

At this moment, Ling Shaocheng was as helpless as a child, as if he had returned to the age when he couldn't do anything.

He reached out to pull the woman out of the screen, trying to stop what she did next, but he couldn't do it.

The woman laughed out loud, laughing so wildly that her whole body bent down.

Ling Shaocheng was helpless and in pain, he smashed his arm against the white wall in front of him, "Come out, come out quickly, Mom—"

The screams made Ling Nuanqing restless, and she wished she could cover her ears with her hands.

Ming Yue hugged Ling Shaocheng's shoulder, "Mr. Ling, let's go back first, go home first."

The woman in the picture raised her arm, and the memory in Ling Shaocheng's heart rushed like a flood that broke the gate. He knew what was going to happen next, so he desperately wanted to stop it.

He threw Mingyue away, the assistant was weaker than him, and was thrown to the ground by Ling Shaocheng.

"Mom, don't!"

But the woman's dagger rested on her neck, and she slashed fiercely. Everyone at the scene looked at each other in dismay. Seeing the woman fell to the ground, Ling Shaocheng stopped with the sound of panic in his throat, and took two steps back.

The camera zoomed in, and someone suddenly shouted. "Isn't this Mr. Ling and Mrs. Ling back then?"

"What? Aren't they shipwrecked? What does that mean?"

"Mrs. Ling actually killed Mr. Ling?"

"My God, how much they loved each other back then!"

Ling Shaocheng's ears kept hearing other people's voices, and every word stimulated him. Everyone could see that something was wrong with him, but he didn't dare to speak nonsense.

Ming Yue hurriedly called someone over, and Ling Shaocheng's bodyguards were standing outside the door. They rushed to Ling Shaocheng, trying to protect him from leaving.

The camera zoomed in on the woman's face, Ling Shaocheng stopped, only to find that it was Ling Nuanqing.

His pupils shrank suddenly, he broke free from other people's restraints, and rushed to the screen, Ling Nuanqing could hear his almost wailing cries from the second floor.

"What's wrong with you? Get up for me, get up quickly."

In fact, Ming Yue had already guessed what happened. Ling Nuanqing couldn't possibly die, and she wouldn't kill anyone. This was just a copy of the murder case back then, and the purpose was to stimulate Ling Shaocheng.

"Mr. Ling! Don't follow other people's ways, let's go."

Ling Shaocheng refused, and kept stroking Ling Nuanqing's face with his palms, "You'd better get me up quickly, Nuan Nuan—"

Gee.

Ye Shengjing shook his head, "It seems that it's not enough, you need to come forward in person."

Ling Nuanqing withdrew her gaze, and there was a flash of unbearable in her eyes, but she quickly took off her coat and walked out in that cheongsam.