Chapter 1126: Return to Pei Ziheng
Chapter 1126 Return to Pei Ziheng
Chu Chen looked at her: "Go back, he is here in person, you can't escape."
Xia Ling's teeth were trembling and she backed away from the window, her heart in confusion. Across the main door, I heard Pei Ziheng's always low and unsmiling voice: "Open the door and come out."
She didn't dare.
When the old lady saw her scared look, she felt very distressed. She couldn't help but cursed through the door: "I don't care who you are, domestic violence is wrong! Just leave, Xiaoling won't go back with you!"
There was an explosion outside the door. The paparazzi were all talking: "Dr. Pei, are you domestically abusing Miss Xia Ling?!"
Then for some reason, it quickly became quiet again.
Xia Ling pulled the old grandma, shook her head with difficulty, and whispered: "Grandma, stop talking." There were so many paparazzi outside, who knows how these words will spread in the end, and everyone will be embarrassed.
But the old lady was worried: "If he hits you, the news will be exposed!"
“It’s not that simple.” Xia Ling said.
Outside the door, Pei Ziheng's voice was calm and steady: "You can't hide in this room forever, Xiao Ling, come out, don't be ungrateful and harm other people."
Xia Ling trembled.
The old lady held her hand: "Don't listen to his threats! Didn't the young master you met in the hospital a few days ago say he could protect you? Xiao Ling, please call that young master quickly and ask him to help you! I Don’t be afraid of being implicated!”
A bitter smile bloomed on Xia Ling's lips. She asked Li Lei to help?
Let’s not say whether Li Lei can save her. Even if he can, what will the old lady do? It's not that she hasn't seen Pei Ziheng's methods before, and she can't imagine what kind of torture the old lady will face if she really escapes.
She closed her eyes gently, and when she opened them again it was clear: "Grandma, I'm leaving, take care of yourself."
"Xiao Ling!" The old lady was extremely anxious, "You kid, what if he hits you again when you go back!"
Xia Ling forced a smile and said, "No, he has been very kind to me for so many years. This time... it was an accident." An accident changed everything. So what if she was still humiliated when she went back? There is no second way to choose. I only blame myself for being careless and being discovered by him.
She opened the door and looked up at him at the door: "Let's go."
Under the dim light of the corridor, he seemed to smile very lightly, grabbed her hand and walked out.
She struggled a bit, but didn't break away. Instead, he held her tighter. His hand was like a soldering iron, firmly fixed on her lonely wrist. She heard the old lady behind her calling her: "Xiao Ling!"
Sad and worried voice.
However, there is no turning back. I have to walk down the path I chose on my knees.
Amidst the sound of paparazzi's shutters and flashes, she followed him into the Rolls-Royce, started the car, and drove smoothly out of this narrow, semi-old residential area. Along the way, neither of them spoke.
Returning to Hongqiang Villa, Zhou's mother came out to welcome her, and her face was full of surprise: "Miss, you are back!" Xia Ling, however, had no expression on her face. She stood in the entrance and asked Pei Ziheng softly: "What do you want, or should you give up?" Shall I lock you up? Pei Ziheng, don’t let me catch another chance. I will surrender to the police station next time.”
Pei Ziheng endured and endured, and then he didn't hit her.
His voice burst out from between his teeth: "Do you really want to die that much?"
"Do I still have a chance to survive?" She looked up at him, her voice still very soft and calm, but mocking.
Zhou's mother was frightened as she watched from the side, and hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over: "Anyway, it's good that you're back, it's good that you're back. Miss, you don't know how much your husband has been worried about you during this period, and he almost lost the whole world." I turned over to look for you. I have lost a lot of weight because I don’t want to eat or drink.”
She raised her eyes to look at him. She had indeed lost weight. There were light blue bags under her eyes, and the stubble on her chin was not shaved off. But so what? She was the one who was humiliated and wronged, so what qualifications did he have to pretend here? Thinking of this, she sneered: "Isn't it because he is afraid that the emperor will turn down a money tree? Or is he worried that he will not be able to hand over the murderer and explain to the Wang family?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Pei Ziheng grabbed her neck and threw her against the wall. "Xia Ling, do you know that I really want to strangle you to death?" She tightened her fingers, making it difficult to breathe and her face turned pale.
But she still glared at him unwilling to be outdone, struggling to sneer: "Cough, cough cough... Just pinch, strangle me to death... Do you think that I am very willing... very willing to come back?"
His eyes became more and more gloomy, and he dragged her to look upstairs.
Behind him, Zhou's mother called anxiously: "Sir! Sir!" But he ignored her.
She turned her head to one side and swore not to say a word to him.
Pei Ziheng didn't need her to speak, so he threw her into the room. After a long time, he suddenly said: "I'm sorry."
She was startled and turned to look at him in disbelief: "What did you say?"
Under the moonlight, his eyes were deep and his voice was faint: "The real culprit has been found. You are innocent. The Wang family will not cause you any more trouble, and I will not continue to imprison you."
She suspected that she had heard wrong and asked in a low voice, "What?" She had suffered so much and suffered so much, but in the end he told her that the real murderer had finally been found? ! Thousands of feelings came to her heart at once, and her tears oozed out, glistening down her cheeks.
Pei Ziheng held her in his arms and let her cry quietly. For a long time, the two of them remained silent.
“I hate you.” Finally, she had cried enough and choked out.
He hugged her and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry." This was the second time he apologized to her today. She had been with him for more than ten years, and it was the first time she had seen him apologize so seriously.
But, so what?
The damage has been done, how can an understatement of sorry be undone?
“I hate you,” she repeated with a sob, “I never want to see you again.”
(End of this chapter)