C11

The scream made Liang Zhendong quickly rush over.

When he pushed open the door, he saw Qiao Xia holding onto a fruit knife. Blood was continuously dripping from it.

As for He Sanqing, her face was pale as a sheet. She lay on the ground, dying. Her lower abdomen was dyed red by her blood. She looked like a broken rag doll.

Qiao Xia's trembling hands loosened their grip and the fruit knife fell to the ground, producing a loud sound. Her empty eyes stared at Liang Zhendong, who was standing at the doorway. She had long since lost all sense of propriety.

The air was filled with the smell of blood. Qiao Xia would never have thought that He Yanqing would do such a thing.

Liang Zhendong rushed in. He didn't have the time to bother with Qiao Xia who was at the side. He picked He Sanqing up in his arms and ran out in a hurry.

When he arrived at the door, Qiao Xia was jolted awake as he trembled and called out Liang Zhendong's name.

Liang Zhen Dong stopped walking and turned his head to look at Qiao Xia.

That gaze was something Qiao Xia would probably never forget for the rest of his life. There was no trace of emotion in his eyes. His gaze was frighteningly cold, as if he wanted to swallow Qiao Xia whole.

At this moment, Qiao Xia also understood. In this lifetime, she would never be able to enter into Liang Zhendong's heart. This man's heart had long since been filled with the desire of He Xianqing.

She knew that Liang Zhen Dong wouldn't let her off. Moreover, she wasn't willing to leave, even if Liang Zhen Dong had all sorts of misunderstandings about her. Qiao Xia also didn't want He Wan Qing to hurt him in the slightest.

Moreover, she also wanted to find out one thing: how exactly did her child die …

Qiao Xia sat blankly on the bed until two in the morning when he heard familiar footsteps.

Liang Zhendong's body was still stained with He Yanqing's blood. He, a person with a germaphobia, had not even cleaned himself up when he returned. It was evident how much hatred he had for Qiao Xia.

With a kick, the door was kicked open. A loud sound pierced through the tranquil night.

Liang Zhendong walked in front of Qiao Xia and grabbed her by the neck, pulling her up from the bed. Qiao Xia's body hung in the air. As he swung and slapped his hands, a suffocating pain spread throughout his body.

Liang Zhendong slightly loosened his grip, but he still didn't let go of Qiao Xia. He pulled Qiao Xia tightly, almost sticking to his face. His hot breath sprayed onto Qiao Xia's face, burning it.

He gritted his teeth, each word filled with rage.

"I warned you, don't hurt Xi Qing. Qiao Xia, do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"

Qiao Xia couldn't even speak after her throat was choked, but she felt mockery in her heart.

He had never thought that Liang Zhendong would not dare to touch him. In front of this man, all of Qiao Xia's actions had been a conspiracy. Even so, she still foolishly loved him for so many years.

Tightening his grip again, Liang Zhen Dong glared angrily and warned fiercely, "If you don't want your father's company to be implicated, then you better be more tactful. If you continue to play tricks, then you'll never see your son again in this life."

After forcefully pushing Qiao Xia onto the ground, Liang Zhendong left with big strides.

However, Qiao Xia was like a madman. Even if she could not stand steadily, she was afraid of doing so. She screamed at the top of her lungs and used all her strength to shout, "Liang Zhendong, what is the meaning of this? Where is my child? Return my child to me."

But no matter how hard Qiao Xia asked, he was only left with the door that was constantly shaking and her echo.