Ni Jia was already dumbfounded. Wasn’t Tingyan supposed to be busy?
How did he know she had framed Gu Nianyang and come over so promptly?
Ni Heng heard Ni Jia call this man Tingyan, and his legs went weak with fear!
Of course, he had heard the legend of Li Tingyan, the Cold Yama!
This was truly deadly; how did they manage to attract this Prince of Hell? Didn’t Ni Jia say it was Gu Nianyang’s one-sided infatuation with Li Tingyan?
But looking at Li Tingyan now, it was clear he was protecting Gu Nianyang like she was his lifeline!
Li Tingyan didn’t even spare Ni Jia or Ni Heng a glance. He half-knelt in front of Nianyang, his trembling hand gently caressing the girl’s cheek. His Adam’s apple moved with difficulty as his voice came out hoarse and urgent,
"Wife, Nini..."
Nianyang, in a daze, hearing Li Tingyan’s voice, thought she was hallucinating. But as the voice kept calling by her ear, she opened her eyes ever so slightly in disbelief and grievance,
"Ah Yan, why are you here?"
The girl’s voice was weak and hoarse, showing she was on the brink of collapse. It was imaginable the inhuman torture she had suffered.
Heartache felt like a sharp knife stabbing inch by inch into him, and Li Tingyan’s deep eyes turned blood red with regret, "Wife, I’m sorry. I came too late!"
If he had discovered Ni Jia had been snooping into his letters and stopped it in time, his little wife wouldn’t have suffered so much. It was all his fault!
"Not late, not late at all. It’s good that you’ve come." Nianyang said, eyes reddened, struggling to speak as she gently touched the man’s face. Feeling his warmth, she felt at ease—it wasn’t a dream.
It was him, it truly was him!
She hadn’t cried when questioned by the patient’s family, hadn’t cried when taken to security and detained, hadn’t cried through various tortures, hadn’t cried under false accusations.
In any life, she was always the strong one, bleeding but not shedding tears. But upon seeing Li Tingyan at this moment, she instantly couldn’t hold it anymore. All her hidden endurance and strength vanished.
He was her salvation, also her weakness, her harbor to rely on.
"Nini, don’t cry..."
Clearly, during their last separation, his young wife was so vibrant and cheerful. That smile, as if lighting up his heart, still lingered vividly in his mind. But now, she was tormented to the point of lifelessness, making his heartache and rage.
The ones who hurt his wife deserve death—this was Li Tingyan’s only thought!
Boiling anger swept through him like a whirlwind, the man’s thin lips tightly pressed together, his jaw forming a sharp, straight line.
He gently and carefully lifted Nianyang, placing her onto a nearby seat, took off his coat, and wrapped it around her, then lightly kissed her forehead,
"Nini, just wait. Those who bullied you, I won’t let a single one go."
Such tender whispers, yet they sounded like the voice of hell to Ni Jia and Ni Heng!
"You used this stick to beat my wife?" Li Tingyan’s gaze fell on Ni Heng, stirring up a raging storm. The one he cherished like his own eyes, his wife, was locked up and tortured by this bastard, seeking death!
"No, not me!" Ni Heng immediately threw the stick to the ground, desperately defending himself, "It was Ni Jia. She grabbed Gu Nianyang’s hair and slammed her into the wall. I only locked her up for a day, and you came before I did anything else!"
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