Song Zhiyi made no attempt to hide her words from Lin Xiaowan and Dong Xianghang's assistant at all as she said, "Look at her pitiful face. I met her in the summer. Her waist was extremely slender, and her legs were very long. Young Master Dong…"
Song Zhiyi slid her hand down Dong Xianghang's chest before she continued to say, "Don't you want to have a taste of both of Huo Zheng's women?"
Dong Xianghang's triangular eyes flashed before he laughed. Then, he sized Lin Xiaowan up as though she was some kind of goods and said, "Your words are rather tempting. What about it? Should I taste the both of you at the same time?"
"If that's what Young Master Dong wants, of course, I'll be willing," Song Zhiyi said, "When we're done, we can send the photos to Huo Zheng. Do you think he'll be able to sit still at that time?"
Lin Xiaowan was not inexperienced or innocent. She naturally knew what the two of them were talking about. Terror overwhelmed her heart, but she pretended to be calm as she glared at the two people in front of her. At this time, she also roughly understood why Huo Zheng had sent people to keep an eye on her. As it turned out, she had really misunderstood him. He was not deliberately trying to monitor her movements.
Dong Xianghang laughed and patted Song Zhiyi's butt. "Alright, stop trying to trick me. As soon as she opened her eyes, I already knew the two of you don't get along. There's no need to pretend like you're trying to help me. You might as well be honest and say that you don't want her to live well."
Dong Xianghang was not a lecherous man. Based on Huo Zheng's attitude, it was clear that Lin Xiaowan was of great importance. If he really did something to Lin Xiaowan, there was a chance that Huo Zheng might abandon Lin Xiaowan. At that time, he would lose his bargaining chip. He naturally would not take such risks.
"However, what you said makes sense. It'll be hard to make her look miserable in photos…"
At this time, his subordinate had already brought the stove and coals in so the temperature in the room had risen slightly.
Dong Xianghang had no interest in staying any longer. He said, giving all authority to Song Zhiyi, "You can play with her."
Dong Xianghang raised his chin and gestured at his assistant before he continued to say, "Don't go too far. He'll be watching you."
Then, he turned to say to his assistant, "When she's done, take some photos and send them to Huo Zheng."
"Yes, Boss," the assistant replied with a nod.
Lin Xiaowan glared at Song Zhiyi. No matter how afraid she was, she refused to let it show. She did not want to show her fear in front of Song Zhiyi.
Song Zhiyi said, "Your eyes are so bright. I feel annoyed just looking at them…"
Following that, Song Zhiyi grabbed a fistful of Lin Xiaowan's hair and pulled her up from the ground before she continued to say, "Why does Brother Huo like you? He clearly said that he'd love me forever and marry me. You're the third party who destroyed another person's relationship."
A sharp pain spread through Lin Xiaowan immediately. She suppressed the cry of pain that threatened to spill out of her mouth before she said, "Bullsh*t! Huo Zheng stopped loving you a long time ago. You've broken up for so many years."
Although Lin Xiaowan was not eloquent, her aura was not weak at all.
Song Zhiyi chuckled and whispered into Lin Xiaowan's ear, "Didn't you read the news? Huo Zheng and I are getting married."
Song Zhiyi deliberately said this to stimulate Lin Xiaowan. She was fooled by Huo Zheng, and she would not let Lin Xiaowan have an easy time either.
Those words greatly agitated Lin Xiaowan. She did not say a word, but her eyes burned with flames of fury and hatred as she glared at Song Zhiyi.
Song Zhiyi raised her hand high as she said, "I said earlier that I really hate your eyes!"
…
When Lin Xiaowan regained consciousness again, she had already been moved to a different place. From what she could tell, she was likely in a cellar.
There were no windows, and the room was relatively warm. A small yellow light bulb hung in the corner of a room.
Song Zhiyi sat on a leather couch, filing her sharp nails.
Lin Xiaowan's throat was burning. She could not help but cough a few times. Her entire body shook in pain when she coughed. She must have been injured somewhere. Her breathing was not very smooth.
Lin Xiaowan's fair neck was riddled with terrifying bruises, and a huge bruise could be seen on her forehead. Her left eye was bloodshot, making her look terrifying.
Song Zhiyi slowly rose to her feet, looking elegant and beautiful. She even had light makeup on. It was a huge contrast to Lin Xiaowan. She took a few steps forward and fiddled with the projector in front of her as she said lightly, "Huo Zheng doesn't seem to have any intention of saving you. Lin Xiaowan, it's been almost two days, but there's no movement at all."
Song Zhiyi paused for a moment before she added in a cheerful tone, "However, that's not surprising. After all, I'll be marrying him. What does it matter if his ex-girlfriend lives or dies? It's good that he didn't come. Otherwise, he'd find out that I lied to him."
Song Zhiyi's tone suddenly turned dark as she said, "If he comes, I'll make sure he dies here together with me. Who asked him to go back on his words after saying that he'd marry me?"
Lin Xiaowan remained silent. Her head, legs, waist, and abdomen were hurting. Song Zhiyi's voice sounded muffled in her ears. Apart from the sound of her own heaving breathing, everything sounded distant to her at this moment.
"Let me show you something good," Song Zhiyi said as she walked toward the weak woman in the corner and dragged her roughly toward the projector.
Lin Xiaowan did not have any strength left to struggle and could only allow Song Zhiyi to do as she pleased.
Song Zhiyi looked at Lin Xiaowan and suddenly laughed. "You look like the little kitten I used to play with. It was just like you. It lay half-dead on the ground, meowing at me. I stepped on it with my high heels just like this…"
Song Zhiyi lifted her foot and brought it down on Lin Xiaowan's abdomen a few times before she said, "Then, it meowed even more miserably."
Song Zhiyi had taken off Lin Xiaowan's coat. At this time, she was only wearing a dirty white woolen sweater that covered her body.
Song Zhiyi's sadistic heart thumped in pleasure when she heard Lin Xiaowan groaning in pain. She said with a regretful tone, "If only you could meow."
Then, Song Zhiyi played a video.
The unspeakable and ambiguous sound of heaving breathing filled the small room immediately.
The video showed the figures of two people intertwined in bed. The male protagonist was none other than Huo Zheng. It was a video of him and Song Zhiyi.
Lin Xiaowan's eyes widened in shock. She shook her head in disbelief. "I-Impossible…"
"Why is it impossible? Aren't you seeing it with your own eyes now?" Song Zhiyi said with a sneer, "Since we're getting married, isn't this normal? We're both adults. Take a good look at reality."
Lin Xiaowan closed her eyes. She could not look, but she could not block out the sounds.
Song Zhiyi locked Lin Xiaowan in the room. She did not know how much time had passed and could only hear the disgusting and lewd sounds over and over again. Even when she closed her eyes, Huo Zheng's face would appear in her mind. She tried to convince herself that everything was fake, but she could not help but believe Song Zhiyi. The conflict in her heart only intensified her pain and sorrow.
…
Dong Xianghang had set the meeting place for the location at an abandoned factory, which was quite a distance away from the abandoned farmhouse. When he saw that only Huo Cheng appeared, he immediately felt that something was wrong.
"Why is it only you? Why didn't Huo Zheng come?" Dong Xianghang asked as he raised the gun in his hand just to be safe.
Huo Cheng looked relaxed and at ease. He said lightly, "What you want is fame and status in the political world. What does it have to do with Huo Zheng?" Then, he tapped the table and said, "Sit."