When Mu Donglin saw this scene, he retreated in shock.
Li Beinian, who was on the ground, was drenched in blood. The light-colored dress she was wearing had already been stained red. She looked like she was hovering on the brink of death.
Mu Donglin instinctively went forward to help her up when he saw her rolling around in pain and struggling desperately. He wanted to call for an ambulance and have her sent to the hospital!
But at this same time, he saw a familiar face.
A European man with a full beard, in a thin black singlet. His arms were covered in a gorgeous graphic tattoo, and he was obviously not a decent person.
This was… Peter of the P.I.T.
Peter looked at Li Beinian, who was clearly in a lot of pain on the ground, and smiled happily. He was extremely ruthless.
Mu Donglin was consumed by fury as he looked at the man.
He wanted to give him a good beating, but when he lunged at the man, his hands passed right through the man’s body.
In the next moment, Peter seemed to have sensed something and turned to look at him. His eyes were filled with a happy smile as though he had found an ally. He was extremely excited.
He licked his lips and said, “Her tongue has been removed. I didn’t expect you to hate your wife so much.”
Mu Donglin shuddered in disbelief.
Li Beinian… was Mu Xichen’s wife!
Did Mu Xichen ask the man to do this?
Only, it was impossible.
Peter was his man and had an irreconcilable feud with Mu Xichen. How could he be helping Mu Xichen?
This thought ran through Mu Donglin’s mind as he turned around.
As he did so, he saw a shiny black car. It looked like a particularly expensive car under the dim street lights.
It was a brand new Maybach and looked very familiar.
As Mu Donglin stared at the car, his gaze subconsciously rested on the driver’s seat.
In it sat a man with a noble and indifferent expression. He seemed calm and unmoved by the bloody scene.
Mu Donglin had no doubt that the man wasn’t going to dirty his shoes by getting out of the car.
The car window rolled down slowly to give a clear view of the person in the driver’s seat. When Mu Donglin saw who it was, his heart sank.
He had known this person for more than twenty years and was so familiar with every part of his body.
This person… was himself…
A dream. This was a dream.
How could he… treat Nian Nian like this?
It was impossible. He couldn’t do it and couldn’t bear to do it.
However, the person in the car was indeed him.
Mistaken identity could happen with anyone, but there was no way Mu Donglin would have mistaken himself for someone else.
What was even more terrifying, was that the man looked at Li Beinian, who was almost unconscious but still writhing around on the ground, with a disgusted expression.
“Clean up properly. You’ll get your share.”
Peter laughed, satisfactorily giving his word that he would do so.
In his dream, Mu Donglin quickly drove off. Peter lifted Li Beinian off the ground and said regretfully, “What a pity. If you weren’t the boss’s wife, I’d love to have gotten a taste of you.”
It chilled Mu Donglin even more when he heard this.
In this dream, Li Beinian was actually his wife?
No, it shouldn’t have been this way.
If Li Beinian had married him, he would have loved her with all his heart, just like how Mu Xichen was treating her now. He would have protected her like treasure and they’d be living happily together, just like how he had always imagined.