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On the large red embroidered pillow was the urns she had carried all night long!

On the wall was a photo of Qi Yunzhe and the woman's wedding dress. The woman in the photo was smiling like a flower, her pair of eyes staring straight at, seeing through her sorry figure.

The rose-red color that filled the room instantly turned eerie and horrifying.

Her face was pale, and she staggered back, trembling, but then she tripped, and her elbow hurt, and her head hit the wall, and her head buzzed like a deadly ghost.

Xia Chun screamed out, and flailed about with all her might: "Go away! "Go away!"

"Pa ~ ~ ~"

With a heavy slap, she was sent back to reality. Qi Yunzhe disdainfully took out his handkerchief and wiped every single finger that touched her face. At the same time, he spat out two words: "You disturbed her."

Holding the five red finger marks on his face, Xia Chun's clear eyes flashed with a light of unwillingness, and her voice trembled: "Qi Yunzhe, since you don't like it, you can choose not to marry me. Why are you humiliating me like this?"

As if he had heard an enormous joke, Qi Yunzhe let out a cold laugh.

She raised her head to look at the woman whose shoulders were trembling from anger. Her deep and cold eyes were filled with evil intentions as she walked step by step towards the corner, looking into the depths of her stubborn eyes.

"Can't stand it anymore? Xia Chun, this is only just the beginning. "

He laughed coldly. His smile was terrifying, and filled with ruthlessness.

The man's lips were like a blade, the depths of his eyes surged with a bloodthirsty and vicious aura: "If I didn't take your life, then it would be good enough. The Xia Family owes me, you won't even know how to return it in your entire life!"

These words were like words from hell. The fear was like a big palm that tightly gripped her heart and tore it apart. Xia Chun sat on the ground paralyzed, her face pale white.

Tears fell like broken pearls onto the floor.

Seeing that the ground was moist, and that she had used up all of her makeup long ago, Qi Yunzhe frowned and said, "Dirty thing, get out!"

As if relieved from a heavy burden, Xia Chun staggered out of the room. She didn't want to take another step into the room.

After turning and turning about for nearly half an hour, Xia Chun finally found the guest room, rushed straight into the washroom, and splashed ice-cold water on her face. The bone-piercing coldness had finally dispelled the fear in her heart.

Not long after, a delicate face that could be blown apart by the wind appeared. However, within the pair of lively eyes, there was a sense of exhaustion.

After cleaning up simply, Xia Chun curled up under the blanket and hugged her body helplessly. The man's words were like a curse that lingered in her ears, slowly pulling her into the ice cave …

Qi Yunzhe stood right before the window. Hearing the servant say that Xia Chun had rested, her eyes flashed with a dangerous chill.

He wanted to make Xia Chun pay tenfold for the suffering she had suffered!

Early in the morning, a few people in white coats broke into the guest room of the villa.

The loud sound suddenly awakened the sleeping Xia Chun, and before the haziness in her eyes could dissipate, Xia Chun said anxiously: "Who are you, get out!"

As he spoke, he tightened the blanket around him.

"Miss Xia, please cooperate with the treatment!" The attending doctor signaled the others to grab her and approach with the shiny needle.

It was a scene that would last for ten more years. To her, the tranquilizer was a poison!

"Let me go! I don't want to check, I'm not sick! " Facing the four approaching doctors, Xia Chun's scarlet eyes were filled with despair.

"Grab her, don't let her move!"

No matter how she struggled, it was useless. There was a sharp pain and as the ice-cold liquid was injected, Xia Chun's consciousness became fainter and fainter.

It was as if a hand was pulling her into the abyss. As she tottered, she saw the man at the door and a cruel smile appeared on his face …

What Xia Chun did not expect was that the nightmare continued once again, and even the doctors for three days were doing a full body checkup on her.

Without a chance to breathe, he opened his eyes and saw the dazzling white doctor's uniform.

She was afraid, she even wanted to sleep in the abyss and never wake up. She was afraid of doctors, and she was also extremely afraid of Qi Yunzhe. Bride.

On the fourth day, the examination results were finally out. Xia Chun was not sick.

After looking through the checklist, Qi Yunzhe glanced at her coldly. The checklist dropped onto the ground from his fingertips, he then turned and left.

"Wait a moment …" Xia Chun mustered up her courage and called out to him, causing the man to stop in her tracks.

However, Xia Chun lowered her eyes and said weakly, "I, I want to go back home."

He was originally returning home on the day after his wedding, but he was forced to undergo a series of examinations and was delayed until today.

Not being able to hear a single sound from a man, she could clearly feel the temperature falling all over her body. Her body was trembling in nervousness, and her fingernails were deeply embedded into her palms.

She did not look up until the door closed.

This action... Is it a tacit agreement?

If he didn't deny it, it should be him agreeing.

Xia Chun heaved a sigh of relief, packed her things and rode back to Xia Family alone.

The taxi driver kept looking at her in the rearview mirror. "Girl, you're the girl who married with the casket."

Hearing this, Xia Chun's entire body shivered, Leng Yue's devilish smile lingered in her mind like a nightmare.

"If you want me to say it, don't just look at how rich people are and just stick up for them, young people nowadays really don't like themselves. You're young and beautiful now, rich people can take a fancy to you, and after a few years, will you become ugly or someone else will play with you? Who cares about you!"

The driver chattered on and on, each sentence stabbing at her heart like a knife.

Everyone believed that she was the one who was holding him back, but if there was room for choice, she didn't want to do that either.