Chapter 906: punish
Chapter 906 Punishment
However, no matter how loudly she slapped her, there was no movement in the door.
The two bodyguards knew that she was the boss's most cherished woman and did not dare to stop her too much. They just stood silently.
Xia Ling patted more and more urgently, her screams became hoarse, and even passers-by were startled. A lady with a dog looked over curiously, then turned her head to say something to the female companion beside her. Everyone laughed with interest. Xia Ling didn't care about this and just shouted: "Pei Ziheng, please open the door!"
It was so urgent that I lost my breath and coughed violently.
The red wooden door finally opened.
A tall figure of a man stood in the door, lowering his head and looking at her.
After missing him for just half a day, he seemed to have aged again. His eyes were sad and his expression was haggard. There was no trace of his usual powerful figure, making him almost unrecognizable. He just looked at her silently, neither speaking nor moving, like a clay statue.
Xia Ling was frightened by his appearance and stood there for a moment.
A gust of wind blew by, and she coughed again, still hoarse, as if she wanted to cough out her lungs.
This time, Pei Ziheng finally made a move, without warning, he put her in his arms and held her tightly. His arm was so tight that she almost couldn't breathe. She breathed painfully and struggled to say, "Pei Ziheng, let go..."
But he hugged her tighter, as if his whole body was pressing on her, very heavy.
With this posture, his body slowly slid down, his arms sliding down her thin shoulders, past her waist, and then past her legs. By the time she reacted, he was already kneeling in front of her.
Xia Ling was frightened: "Pei Ziheng, what are you doing?"
Pei Ziheng said nothing, resting his forehead on her leg, his body hunched and trembling.
She had never seen him like this before, so painful and fragile, stripped of all hardness and pretense, so embarrassed and vulnerable. Is this still the person she is familiar with?
She was a little at a loss, and more heartbroken: "You get up first."
He still maintained that humble posture, motionless.
“Pei Ziheng!” She couldn’t bear it anymore and shouted.
He made a low, vague sound that was almost like a whimper, like a wounded beast.
Xia Ling was held by his legs, unable to move. From the corner of her eye, she saw someone pointing and pointing on the path not far away, and even a few pedestrians stopped to watch. She is now a well-known diva with an easily recognizable face, and he is also a big shot who often appears in the media. Once the scene of kneeling in front of the door is staged, I have to say that it is really eye-catching. Xia Ling was furious: "Pei Ziheng, what are you doing? Do you want to be treated as a joke? Even if you are willing, I don't want to play monkey tricks at the door!"
That's when he made some movement, and slowly let go of her legs little by little.
As soon as Xia Ling was free, she immediately stepped into the house and closed the door behind her back.
The room was very dark, with no lights on. Only the hazy moonlight shone in slantingly, and it was dark through the gauze curtains. Not far away, broken pieces of porcelain were scattered on the ground. He seemed to have swept away all the furnishings on the table, leaving a mess on the floor. Xia Ling walked over and picked up a piece of debris.
There are dark blood stains on it.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she returned to Pei Ziheng, squatted down, and pulled his hand hard.
He was still kneeling by the door, his tall body hunched and his head hanging low, as if it was hanging to the ground.
Xia Ling pulled his hand under the moonlight. Sure enough, it was covered with deep and shallow cuts, densely criss-crossed. Some were probably injured when smashing porcelain, and some... neat, deep and long, Just like the old scars she'd found on his wrists when she'd attended a cruise party with him many years ago.
It’s just that this time it’s new and the wound is still bleeding. When he was in grief, he always seemed to like to hurt himself.
"You're crazy!" she scolded in a tearful voice, "Xia Yu has already confessed her crime, why are you so crazy! She was the one who killed the person, not you, and it will become a moldy old story. Do you deserve to do this?!"
He said something in a low voice.
She didn't hear clearly, so she got closer and realized that he said hoarsely: "I...I'm sorry for you..."
A simple sentence, but it was so laborious for him to say it.
And she was stunned.
Once upon a time, she was tortured by his sexual **** and was in agony. At that time, I even dreamed of hearing him say these words, but after looking forward to it for so long, he never said it. Knowing that she thought she would never hear it forever, she gave up her desire and felt as if she was dead.
Now, I heard it when I was caught off guard.
So unreal and ridiculous.
She turned her head sideways, otherwise he could see the tears in the corners of her eyes.
Pei Ziheng seemed to have spent a lot of effort before saying another sentence: "I...what should I do to compensate you?" The mistake was caused by him. He said he would protect her for the rest of his life, but in the end he hurt her the most. But it was him. He hated himself and wanted to kill himself.
Xia Ling said: "Compensation? There is nothing that can compensate."
In her hands, his entire palm and arm were dripping with blood, and under the halo of the moonlight, it was also stained with hers little by little. She lowered her eyes and looked at the blood, then quietly changed the subject: "Your wound needs to be bandaged. I'll go find the medical kit." With that, she stood up and left.
Pei Ziheng grabbed her and said, "Xiao Ling!"
She finally couldn't hold back her anger and yelled at him: "Do you think you can make up for it?! What can you do to make up for the things you did that were worse than a beast?! Pei Ziheng, I have been suffering in **** for a whole year, hell! You Understand! Do you know how I came here that year?”
She fiercely pulled her hand away from his **** palm and rushed back into the depths of the house.
He did not catch up, but held his hands on the ground slumped.
Xia Ling was so excited that she rummaged around in the room. She didn't even know what she was looking for. She finally calmed down a little. When she reached out her hand, her face was already covered with tears.
She hastily wiped it with the corner of her clothes, looking at the moonlight outside the window, the nightmare from the past resurfaced.
At that time, she heard that Wang Jingwan was dead and was in a panic. She was so naive and childish. It was the first time she had come into close contact with death, and she suddenly lost her sense of proportion. Pei Ziheng took her panic as a guilty conscience and concluded that she had committed the murder. No matter how she explained, it was useless.
She made a lot of noise, which resulted in increasingly brutal beatings and violations.
Later, she became afraid and was carried away by anger. She lost her mind and admitted the crime. She still remembers that day, when there were clouds outside the window, she said in a weak voice: "Yes, so what if I killed him?"
He stretched out his hand to hug her, but she dodged him.
Another abuse followed, as punishment for resisting him.
(End of this chapter)