Chapter 1295: Whoever Laid A Hand on My Woman Is Dead! (1)
Li Xing felt sorry for his father. Mr. Li never got a divorce because of them.
It was pitiful that his father never enjoyed the warmth of home in his entire life.
He didn’t know how happy it was to have a wife, children, and a warm home.
A person like Grandma Li was a typical example of someone who got everything they needed only to waste them in the end.
In other words, she’s mere trash. There was no helping her.
If she wasn’t so stupid, she wouldn’t betray her family and let things end up this way.
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“Idiot.”
“Idiot.”
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“Idiot.”
Gu Yancheng scolded the idiot three times in a row.
Ying Yimei was so scared that she did not dare to say a word. Who knew that grandma Li was so unpopular?
Even her own son was not on her side.
“Master Gu, how about we go around saying Li Xing is unfilial?”
Gu Yancheng looked at Ying Yimei as if she was a fool. He silently scolded her for being an idiot.
“His mother poisoned her grandson. If people find out about this, will they call Li Xing unfilial or curse the old woman for still being alive?”
All those years, who didn’t know that this old woman loved to be a demon among the upper-cla.s.s?
Ying Yimei was foolish enough to team up with the old woman to drug him, right?
Didn’t they give up the evidence to others?
If the old woman died now, people would still say that the scourge was finally dead.
“What should I do?”
Ying Yimei was really freaking out.
“What kind of value can you give me? I have some doubts now.”
Ying Yimei shook her head, and she felt a little scared. The look in this young master Gu’s eyes was really terrifying.
He was like a man crawling out of h.e.l.l.
There was a strong sense of bloodl.u.s.t in his gestures.
“Master Gu, I don’t understand.”
Gu Yancheng chuckled. He took a western kitchen knife and pressed the blade against Ying Yimei’s cheek.
Ying Yimei felt a faint tingling pain on her face.
She did not doubt that the knife would pierce her face if she was not careful.
“Master Gu…”
Gu Yancheng took back the western food knife in his hand.
He looked at Ying Yimei with a faint smile and said, “There’s nothing for you at the moment, and wait for my news at home,” he said.
“OK.”
Ying Yimei ran out of the room like crazy.
Her heart was pounding.
That kind of fear inexplicably brought a sense of comfort.
It was tinged with her fear, almost imperceptible.
Ying Yimei couldn’t wait to look at her face after she sat in her car. There was a shallow cut on her face.
Ying Yimei took out a band-aid from her bag and put it on her cheek.
She took a deep breath. She knew that being with Gu Yancheng was tantamount to staying around a tiger.
She didn’t know why, but she still wanted to know what Gu Yancheng wanted.
Did he want Ye Tianxin?
Ying Yimei recalled what Gu Yancheng said.
Rebirth?
What did he mean by that?
Ying Yimei drove down to a web cafe and searched the word “rebirth” on the computer.
Ying Yimei was taken aback when she read the results.
In the age when the real-name registration system was not yet compulsory in the Haijiao Forum, Ying Yimei registered an account easily and sent a post that Ye Tianxin was reborn.
As soon as Ying Yimei posted and garnered only a couple of replies, Gu Yancheng decided to sit down next to Ying Yimei.