The way she looked at her, it made Tang Wanxing’s heart race and she struggled nervously.
Because her arms were bound with coarse rope, the newly healed wounds on her wrists were torn open again as she struggled. Fresh blood stained the rope, dripping down her fingers and staining the dusty ground.
*Slap—!*
Another slap.
No, it was the sole of a shoe.
Shen Liannuo hit Tang Wanxing’s right cheek, leaving Tang Wanxing dizzy, her mind blank, ringing in her ears, unable to react for a long time.
However, Shen Liannuo knew she was a martial artist and didn’t dare to use too much force on Tang Wanxing.
After all, if she used all her strength and Tang Wanxing fainted, wouldn’t that mean she wouldn’t feel any pain from the beating?
“Shen… Shen Liannuo… you… you’ll die a terrible death, you’ll definitely go to hell.”
Tang Wanxing drooped her head, her mouth open, breathing weakly, like a fish gasping for breath on a riverbank, nearing its end.
Shen Liannuo snorted, “Could hell be more bitter than the human world? Truly.”
She gave Tang Wanxing a disdainful look.
Just then, Xiao Wu walked over, “Miss Shen, scissors.”
Seeing Xiao Wu handing over the scissors, Shen Liannuo took them casually, not forgetting to give a bright smile, “Thank you, Xiao Wu ge.”
Shen Liannuo’s voice was naturally mature and commanding, yet she possessed a naturally enchanting beauty. Every smile and every glance held a captivating charm, laced with a hint of seductiveness, stirring the hearts of those who looked upon her.
Xiao Wu’s face flushed, and he grinned, scratching his head before turning to the side.
Shen Liannuo dropped the shoe in her hand, holding the scissors and snipping them through the air twice, “Still quite sharp.”
“Shen Liannuo… you… you… what do you want to do?” Tang Wanxing’s face turned pale with fear, her whole body trembling. She was terrified that the sharp scissors would cut her skin, ruining her exquisite face.
Lu Yanming, standing nearby, looked down at his socked feet, his toes curling, his face filled with helplessness.
“Lu Yanming, President Lu… Brother Lu, please, save me… As long as, as long as you are willing to save me, I will have my father reward you. One hundred million, no, ten billion, please… please save me, woo woo…”
Tang Wanxing, with nowhere else to turn, could only beg Lu Yanming for help.
“Damn it.”
Before Lu Yanming could reply, Shen Liannuo fiercely grabbed Tang Wanxing’s hair, “Is Lu ge someone you can call casually?”
“Hiss… it hurts…”
It hurt so much.
As the little princess of the Tang family in the capital, Tang Wanxing had been pampered since childhood. When had she ever suffered such humiliation?
She was furious, incredibly furious.
However, bound tightly, she was like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others, with no room to fight back.
“Shen Liannuo, my father won’t let you go, he won’t!” Tang Wanxing, knowing her pleas were useless, said resentfully.
Shen Liannuo gave her a disdainful look, “Since you say that, and I’ll die sooner or later, wouldn’t it be a shame not to have you as a companion on the road to the underworld?”
Saying that, she held the scissors and gestured left and right, up and down, across Tang Wanxing’s face, “Such an exquisite face, should I draw a cross on the left side, or a circle on the right?”
Upon hearing Shen Liannuo’s words, Tang Wanxing trembled like a sieve, “No… Shen Liannuo, I… I have no enmity with you, you can’t… can’t do this to me…”
If the scissors really slashed her face a few times, her life would be ruined.
Hearing this, Shen Liannuo paused her movements, then smiled, “I’m jealous that you’re beautiful.”
“You’re talking nonsense. It was clearly Meng Jingwei who instructed you.” How could Tang Wanxing not guess?