“Then, prove it to me.” Bei Chen said softly.
Under Zhang Fang’s suspicious eyes, Bei Chen picked up a fruit knife from the table and threw it in front of Zhang Fang.
“Cut two cuts on his face, and I will believe you.”
Zhang Fang looked at him in astonishment.
“What, you can’t do it?” Bei Chen looked at her mockingly.
“Or is the love you mentioned just a casual remark?”
Under Bei Chen’s pressing eyes, Zhang Fang gritted her teeth and picked up the knife.
When Bei Guorong saw that the woman really picked up the knife, his pupils shrank in fear.
“What do you want to do? Zhang Fang, let me tell you, I am your husband. If anything happens to me, let’s see who will satisfy your perverted hobby in the future.”
Zhang Fang frowned tightly when she heard him mention this.
She now wanted to gain Bei Chen’s trust, so she could only wrong him.
How could a useless person satisfy her? It would be better to make use of him.
Zhang Fang has always been a person who knows how to adapt to the changing times, and she is also a ruthless person.
She walked toward Bei Guorong step by step.
Bei Guorong noticed the look in her eyes and knew that this woman was serious.
Bei Guorong opened his mouth to shout for help, but Zhang Fang saw through him earlier. She covered his mouth with one hand, fumbled a pair of smelly socks from the corner, and stuffed them directly into his mouth.
He didn’t care about the smelly socks in his mouth. At this time, all his attention was on the knife that was getting closer and closer to him.
“I have tortured you for so many years, and today, I will consider it as your interest payment.”
Bei Guorong widened his eyes in horror. His eyes were full of fear and pleading.
There was a ‘swish’ sound. That was the sound of skin and flesh being peeled off.
Bei Guorong’s pupils shrank in pain, and his whole body was shaking as if he had been electrocuted.
Zhang Fang looked at his violent reaction and felt a sense of pleasure in torture in her heart, as if torturing others was also a very interesting thing.
The second, the third…
There was almost no need for Bei Chen to urge her. She cut one line after another on his face as if to vent her anger. The hatred accumulated over the years burst out at this moment.
After a while, Bei Guorong’s face was covered with knife marks, and his entire face still couldn’t recognize his original appearance.
Zhang Fang stopped only after Bei Guorong fainted from the pain.
When she turned around, her face was already replaced with a look of fear and panic.
“Chen Chen, Mom can do anything for you. What you just heard was all my lies to him. In this world, you are my only relative. No matter who I hate or dislike, it won’t be you.” Zhang Fang said that with true feelings.
Unfortunately, Bei Chen had already given up on her.
Once you completely despair about a person, that already dead heart will be difficult to recover.
Zhang Fang saw that he did not speak or express his opinion. His expression remained the same as before, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Bei Chen walked forward and picked up Bei Guorong.
Under Zhang Fang’s puzzled eyes, Bei Chen woke Bei Guorong up.
Bei Guorong no longer had the arrogance he had before. He looked at the mother and son as if they were monsters, especially Bei Chen.
Bei Chen’s low voice faintly entered Bei Guorong’s ears.
“I’ll send you on your way now.”
Bei Guorong widened his eyes and looked at him in horror.
He wanted to beg for mercy, but the smelly socks stuffed in his mouth made him only make a whining sound.
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