Qin Hong clutched her stinging face, screaming hysterically, "I gave you children, and now you find me repulsive, all because of this piece of trash?"
"Yes, she’s gentler than you, more considerate, and even her skills in bed are hundreds of times better than yours."
Qin Hong’s heart seemed to sink to the bottom of the sea, icy and devoid of any warmth.
Qin Hong got off the bed, tidied her slightly messy hair, and sat haughtily in front of the sofa: "Tonight, this woman is yours. Have your fun, ruin her for me."
Qin Hong’s gaze, as if poisoned, was fixed on Wang Shixun, but her words were directed at the two bodyguards beside her.
The two bodyguards, of course, were eager. As soon as they burst in and saw the half-naked woman, they were already itching for action.
Zhang Jingxian hid behind Wang Shixun in fear, trembling uncontrollably.
Wang Shixun looked at the approaching bodyguards with anger: "Let’s see who dares?"
"They are on my payroll; what wouldn’t they dare? Today, I’ll let you watch your precious sweetheart getting taken by other men. Isn’t she supposed to be good in bed? Isn’t she quite good at moaning? Today, I’ll make her moan to her heart’s content."
Qin Hong spoke leisurely, a sinister smile playing at her mouth.
Before Wang Shixun could resist, he was already pinned to the chair by one of the bodyguards, unable to move.
Zhang Jingxian was violently thrown onto the bed, and her freshly put-on clothes were roughly torn open. She desperately cried for help, struggled with all her might, but to no avail.
Qin Hong picked up the red wine from beside the sofa and poured it into a glass. Her fingers delicately held the glass, gently swirling it. Accompanied by Zhang Jingxian’s rising and falling cries, the wine stained the inside of the glass, leaving a glittering deep red.
Wang Shixun’s face turned as dark as coal, the veins on his forehead bulging: "Qin Hong, you old witch, you’ll die a miserable death, I’m definitely divorcing you."
Qin Hong sipped the wine from the glass, her smile still charming: "I’m definitely divorcing you, but after she’s been ruined, let’s see if you still treat her as your treasure."
Wang Shixun pointed at Qin Hong, unable to utter a word, as rage surged to his head.
Zhang Jingxian on the bed was tormented for more than an hour. Before she could catch her breath, another man came up, and she was tortured repeatedly all night.
Her body had been battered until it bled, bruises covering her all over.
Wang Shixun was originally going to take Zhang Jingxian to the hospital, but as soon as he put on his clothes and opened the door, he was met by the police, who arrested him on charges of exploiting his power for personal gain.
When Wang Shixun emerged from the hotel in handcuffs, he happened to see Feng Yi talking to the chief of police.
"Lu Jinghan said he would release me, you are not keeping your promise." Wang Shixun shouted loudly in anger.
Upon hearing him, Feng Yi turned around, smiling conspiratorially as he walked over: "If I remember correctly, our President Lu said it depended on your performance."
Wang Shixun frantically wanted to make a move but was held down by the police: "I’ve said everything I needed to, didn’t I perform well enough?"
Feng Yi rubbed his chin with his fingers, raised his eyebrows lightly: "It was precisely because you performed well that you weren’t invited to have tea with King Yan, be grateful."