Su Xuyan blocked her path and had a frown look as she smelled of tobacco and alcohol. It was the kind of smell that could only have come from a club.
He suddenly had a menacing look in his eyes and questioned her, “Where did you go last night?”
“I accompanied Liu Yan to the military club.” Bai Rong simply said the truth. She had nothing to hide.
Su Xuyan casted her look of disdain. “You make me sick.”
“Same to you.” Finished speaking, she walked out of the door.
“Wait.” The man said coldly.
Bai Rong turned to look at him.
Su Xuyan’s stern eyes swept towards the dishes on the table and said, “Take all these with you. They are just as dirty as you. I don’t want to get food poisoning.”
Bai Rong looked at him silently.
Her heart was aching so badly.
No matter how dirty she was, she had slept with only one man, though it wasn’t out of her own free will. But the man who despised her had slept with countless women.
Bai Rong could feel anger rush through her.
“Well. Indeed, you don’t deserve the food I made.” She said coldly, and walked towards the table.
With one sweep, the dishes were sent crashing on the floor.
Food and gravy were splashed everywhere.
A murderous look shot out from Su Xuyan’s eyes as he grabbed Bai Rong’s arm. He exerted so much force, as though he wanted to break it. “Clean these up before you go.” “Dream on!” Bai Rong retorted and blew the man’s top. Before she could react, she was strangled by the neck the next minute.
Bai Rong was gasping for air. She looked at him with eyes filled with hatred.
Their marriage was like hell to her. It might not be a bad thing if everything were to end here. Su Xuyan would go to jail if he killed her. That’s better than bearing aggrievances all alone and could talk to no one despite the misery she felt.
The corners of Bai Rong’s mouth raised into an enigmatic smile. It seemed to encompass malice and determination. Stunned by that, Su Xuyan let go of her.
She lost all her energy and collapsed with both hands pinning on the floor. The glass shards from the broken dishes pierced into her palms and blood oozed out.
Su Xuyan overlooked her condescendingly. “Leave, and don’t come here ever again.”
Bai Rong stood up with her eyes looking down. Blood dripped through her clenched fists and a puddle of red formed on the floor.
She headed straight for the door, without looking at Su Xuyan.
Loved ones would hurt over your sorrow while enemies would gloat over it. However, to someone who was nonchalant towards you, it would not mean anything.
She told herself not to grieve, be sad, or cry.
In a pharmacy shop, Bai Rong was cleaning her wound, and applying plaster on it.
Just then, Liu Yan called. “Rong, I’m outside your house now. What time will you be back?”
Bai Rong had questions for Liu Yan too. She wanted to know what happened last night and how she ended up in that chief’s house. “I’m coming back now.”
Shortly after, Bai Rong reached her apartment.
Looking at her friend walk out of the elevator in a glum face, Liu Yan’s heart skipped a beat.
“Yan, what happened last night?” Bai Rong went straight to the point.
“Errr, I was drunk too, so I don’t remember what happened. I was going to ask you the same as well.” Liu Yan said with a guilty conscience.
“Sigh… Me either. Come in.” Bai Rong said as she opened the door. Behind her, Liu Yan was relieved that her friend did not press on.
Upon entering the house, the bag of cosmetics on the table caught her sight.
“OMG! it’s Guerlain! Did you strike the lottery? These are really expensive!” Liu Yan opened the gift box at once with her eyes widened in astonishment. “These must cost at least a few thousand!”
“What?!” Bai Rong got a shock.
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