Wen Shihe slowly sneered at He Xueyi. "This liquid is a venom. It is not actually poisonous because it will not kill people. However," he paused and observed He Xueyi's reaction.
His calm tone seemed to be discussing the ordinary weather, but his dark eyes were full of chilling cruelty. "Pour it on the wound, it will cause necrosis of the nerves around the wound. So, you want to do skin grafting in the future.
Skin resurfacing is almost impossible.”
In other words, He Xueyi will have to live with these four ugly knife marks on her face for the rest of her life.
"Wen Shihe, why are you doing this to me?" He Xueyi almost collapsed emotionally.
"Do you think that because you blocked the servant's mouth, I can't find out the truth about why you borrowed a knife to kill someone?" Wen Shihe asked coldly, looking full of anger.
He Xueyi looked at him blankly, speechless.
"He Xueyi, you have to pay a price for despising others, especially men." Wen Shihe said word by word with cold eyes.
If you are not poisonous and have no husband, if you offend them, there will definitely be no good end.
He sent someone to check the phone and then bribed a servant who was responsible for cleaning the mansion. The servant did not dare to say anything at first because he was afraid that He Xueyi would gouge out her eyes. Wen Shihe gave her a big
money, and then provided her with a place where He Xueyi could not find it, and also settled her family properly.
Since her own safety did not need to be threatened, and with the temptation of a large sum of money, the servant quickly told the truth about what she had seen.
She said that on the second day of Ao Zhongming’s birthday, He Xueyi did go out and buy a new mobile phone. She saw this with her own eyes as she was cleaning the stairs at the time, because the packaging box of the mobile phone could be recognized at a glance.
It's a mobile phone.
After cleaning the stairs, she went to He Xueyi's room to clean. Unexpectedly, she heard the sound of the master and the young master arguing from the room outside the door, but that sound was not a human soundtrack, but a little noisy.
She just hesitated for a moment and knocked on the door without much thought. As she thought, the master and the young master were not inside. And she happened to see He Xueyi hurriedly stuffing a mobile phone into the drawer under the dressing cabinet.
He Xueyi still had a somewhat uneasy look on her face. When she was emptying out the trash in He Xueyi's room, she saw the mobile phone box thrown into the trash can.
In order to verify more accurately, Wen Shihe showed the mobile phone that Wen Wanke had obtained from He Xueyi's room to the servant. The servant said that the mobile phone model on the mobile phone packaging box she saw was exactly the same as this mobile phone.
Moreover, the recording on the mobile phone was exactly the same as what she heard outside He Xueyi's door.
The facts that the servant saw and heard with his own eyes, plus the testimony provided by Ao Rui in court that day, can easily be drawn by connecting these details together.
The truth is that He Xueyi eavesdropped on the conversation between Ao Zhongming and his son. Then, she invited Wen Wanke over and specifically told the housekeeper to ask Wen Wanke to come to her room to find her. When Wen Wanke came to her room
, Wen Wanke did not see her person, but "accidentally" heard the recording on her cell phone.
He Xueyi cleverly created evidence of alibi, but secretly added fuel to the flames.
He Xueyi, you actually dare to use my precious daughter's hands to kill people, you must be cruel! Then, Wen Shihe used his eyes to signal his men to make the next move.
Those who held He Xueyi up immediately spread her right hand on the table.
The man who poured venom on He Xueyi's face took out another knife. Under the sunlight, the knife reflected dazzling light, and He Xueyi could hardly open her eyes. This showed that it was sharp enough and tough enough.
"Wen Shihe, what do you want to do? Isn't it enough to destroy my face?" He Xueyi almost went crazy. She desperately vented her dissatisfaction. "Our Ao family has helped your Wen family a lot. There is no credit but hard work.
, you can’t do this to me, why do you do this to me..."
Wen Shihe turned his face expressionlessly, not intending to waste any time talking to He Xueyi. He only ordered his men in a cold voice: "Do it." There was no trace of hesitation or soft-heartedness in that voice.
The man who started the construction glanced at He Xueyi indifferently, and then without blinking, he stabbed the knife in his hand fiercely and mercilessly into He Xueyi's palm.
The blood flew up and splashed on He Xueyi's face, making her face even paler. She let out an inhuman scream, which broke through the high-altitude clouds and refracted back into a long, shrill, and long-lasting sound in the wilderness.
The echo of a lonely soul.
The sharp pain made her miserable.
But Wen Shihe and his men didn't even frown.
The man raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and slowly pulled out the knife. Then, he calmly poured the bottle of venom he had just placed on the table onto the wound. "Madam, your hand
It will be useless soon.”
Looking at the face that was so close and smiling like a devil, He Xueyi only felt that death was getting closer and closer to her.
Wen Shihe turned around slowly. "How is it, He Xueyi, does it taste good?" That evil smile was like the black mandala on both sides of hell, full of eerie atmosphere. "But don't think that I will just settle it like this.
It’s time. You are the one who deserves to go to jail. I must reverse the case for my precious daughter and put you, the chief culprit, on the guillotine.”
Big beads of sweat appeared on He Xueyi's forehead, and the sharp pain in her hands made her look like she was dying.
Wen Shihe was indifferent and left with his men.
He Xueyi's face and hands were indeed crippled. The doctor said that even a skin grafting operation would not help because the facial nerves around the wound on her face had been necrotic, which directly caused the transplanted skin to be unable to survive. As for her right hand, although it did not
It was amputated, but the ability to hold the hand was almost lost.
She angrily taught Ao Zhian to avenge her, but Ao Zhian ignored her because she and Wu Zhongxiang were exaggerated by the media, causing him to be questioned and ridiculed by the world.
The real power of the Ao family lies in the hands of Ao Rui. How can he compete with Wen Shihe? Moreover, Ao Zhian also learned from Wen Shihe that his mother was indeed using Wen Wanke's hand to kill people.
This is the innate indifference and ruthlessness passed down from generation to generation in the Ao family.
He Xueyi began to despair of her only son.
She wanted to strip off Wen Shihe's flesh and drink all his blood. She must take action against Wen Shihe as soon as possible. If she didn't take action, she would have to wait for Wen Shihe to take action and push her to the guillotine. Whenever she thought of the heaviest sentence
The death penalty made her tremble all over. She, He Xueyi, could never give in like this!
One fine day, Guo Zheming went to Long's house to look for Ruotong. The nanny Xiaohui told him that Ruotong was loosening soil for flowers and plants in the backyard.
Ruotong was wearing a white pure cotton dress, bending over and gently tapping the soil under the flower bed with a shovel. The breeze blew past, and her hair was blown up by the wind, with a few strands blowing on her thin face, making her look even more...
Her skin was like cream, and her lips were soft and red. However, she paid no attention to the messed up hair, and still concentrated on loosening the soil. She was so quiet and peaceful, as if she was isolated from the world, and all the turbid air in the world had left her.
When Guo Zheming stepped into the backyard, he saw exactly this scene. His Adam's apple rolled involuntarily, and he couldn't take his eyes off that soft and slender figure.
When Ruotong's waist began to feel sore, she stood up straight and prepared to take a short rest.
"Zheming?" When she raised her head, she saw Guo Zheming standing in front of her, as if he had lost his mind. "When did you come?"
Only then did Guo Zheming come to his senses and walked to her side with a smile.
Ruotong casually put down the shovel in his hand and asked him to sit down on the table and chairs in the pavilion next to the flower garden.
Guo Zheming handed the sachet to her, smiled at her and said: "This sachet can help you soothe your nerves. It contains buckwheat husk, prunella vulgaris, albizia bark, nocturnal vine, chrysanthemum, cassia and other traditional Chinese medicines with soothing effects. You can
You can put it on the bedside." His voice was as gentle as the spring breeze.
He knew that she was often troubled by nightmares at night, so he went to the drugstore and bought several tranquilizers just to help her sleep well.
The sachet is made of blue silk, and the opening is removable, so the contents of the sachet can be replaced at any time. The embroidery pattern is based on flowers and plants, with the four words "good luck and good fortune" as its meaning. The stitching is very good, and the workmanship is also meticulous.
The fragrance wafts faintly from inside, adding to its elegance.
"This sachet is very beautiful!" Ruotong smiled.
Guo Zheming smiled and nodded, and then said: "My mother embroidered this for me. I have kept it at the bottom of the box without any use."
Ruotong immediately pretended to be flattered. "Your mother embroidered this for you, how can I be embarrassed to ask for it?"
Guo Zheming's face gradually dimmed and he looked at Ruotong without saying a word.
"What's wrong?" Ruotong was confused.
Guo Zheming's eyes were as gentle and melancholy as water, staring at the beautiful face so close at hand, and his heart felt like a thin knife gently sliding through it. It wasn't until an anxious look appeared on Ruotong's face that he spoke slowly: "Ruo Tong
Tong, my mother is sick, so I came to say goodbye to you today."
He had long told his mother that he wanted to return to his hometown to live and work in peace and contentment. Unexpectedly, Ruotong suddenly had a miscarriage, so he stayed temporarily. But maybe his mother missed him too much and fell ill. This time, he had no reason.
Continue to stay.
"Then go back quickly!" Ruotong was anxious for him.
Guo Zheming's heart tightened, and then he suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand on the table, looking at her with a keen eye. "Ruotong, are you willing to go back with me? My hometown is a beautiful paradise, and there is nothing there.
I think you will like the snobbery and complexity of urban people..."
Ruotong panicked, then quickly pulled her hand away, slightly embarrassed and coldly said: "Zhe Ming, please don't forget the fact that I am married!"