Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

When Tong Ruixiao heard this number, he suddenly laughed, looking very happy, "Only three million!"

Then, the words that came out of her thin lips were extremely cold, and each word said: "Enough to buy your life."

Jiuxiang looked at him in fear, his lips pale and trembling.

He didn't make any other moves, as if the previous sentence was just a joke, and continued to ask: "Do you like being a mistress?"

This question made Jiuxiang shudder with fear.

"No! No, I didn't know she was your wife. If I knew, I wouldn't dare approach her even if I had ten times the courage!"

Jiu Xiang's voice trembled, and he was extremely terrified. "People of our status have no right to refuse orders when they come out to do business. If we don't comply, we will only end up dead..."

He used the trick of playing the victim to the fullest extent.

Tong Ruixiao's mouth curved in a friendly arc, but there was no smile in his eyes, and he said coldly, "Since you want to make money, you should take risks. A dead end is also a good way."

Jiu Xiang was so frightened that his soul flew out of his body. He couldn't even utter a complete sentence, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead. "I really didn't know... She has a family... Director Tong is so kind, please forgive me!"

The man heard this and said with a smile: "Hey, what are you afraid of? I was just joking."

Jiuxiang finally felt like he had breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, the other party spoke again.

"If you refuse after being asked in the club, you will die. Then was it she who forced you to be at the venue today?"

He exhaled, as if trying to suppress his anger, "Do you think I'm easy to fool?"

The voice suddenly became gloomy.

"You shamelessly seduced my wife and then turned the tables on me. What a shameless duck trying to be so noble!"

When Jiuxiang saw the man's expression, he was horrified, his body began to tremble violently, and his eyes were filled with fear.

The charity dinner was held at a seaside villa with secluded woods behind it.

The driver drove the car to a deserted place, opened the sliding door, and Li Li threw Jiuxiang out.

His face hit the ground, leaving a bloody mark on the sand. He cried out in pain, and his hands were also scratched, the pain was piercing.

All the men working as waiters have delicate skin and tender flesh. They have invested countless amounts of money in their skin for the sake of beauty. Their skin is extremely fragile and cannot withstand even the slightest bump or scrape.

Jiuxiang tried to get up in pain, and a pair of high-end black leather shoes that were polished to a shine appeared in his sight, looking noble and luxurious.

His body began to tremble violently, and he slowly looked up along the brown trouser leg in fear.

"boom!"

His head was suddenly pressed down by a huge force and hit the sand hard, causing him dizziness and tinnitus due to the pain.

"There are so many people in the world, why would you seduce anyone else? Why did you focus on Jian Yan?"

Tong Ruixiao lowered his eyes and looked at the young man lying on the ground unable to move. His expression was so calm that it was almost compassionate, if you didn't notice the force with which he stepped down.

"Do you know who she is? How dare you provoke her?"

He spoke softly, his voice as gentle as a feather brushing against his cheek. But at the same time, he kicked the young man hard in the abdomen, making an almost unnoticeable cracking sound.

The other person's face suddenly turned pale, and he immediately covered his stomach and screamed in pain that could not be concealed: "Ah!"

The sound pierced through the car window and went straight into the ears of the people in the car, drilling into their hearts and lungs.

The driver gasped and felt a chill run down his back.

Li Li stood aside and thought in panic that this blow would definitely break the duck's ribs.

People who exercise regularly have much stronger leg strength than ordinary people. Moreover, Tong Ruixiao is very good at both Sanda and boxing, so it is impossible that his lower body is weak.

"You kissed her in public, afraid I wouldn't see you, right?"

Tong Ruixiao squatted down, pulled his long silver-dyed hair, forced Jiuxiang, whose face was already covered with blood from his nose, tears and saliva, to raise his head, and asked with a smile: "Why don't you speak?"

His face was so gentle and kind, and his smile made people feel close to him. But when he attacked, he was violent and vicious, just like the murderer.

The saint's appearance that bewitches people.

"You can't speak?"

The only response he got was the young man's violent trembling, and his muffled cries for mercy were too weak to be heard due to the pain.

"Then never talk about it again in your life."

Jiu Xiang was so scared that he wanted to get up and beg for mercy, but he coughed in pain and had difficulty breathing. There was a taste of rust in his throat. "No! No, I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again. Please... let me go..."

Tong Ruixiao pulled him up by the back of his collar, and when he saw the color of his suit, the smile on his face faded and jealousy emerged in his eyes.

"As expected of you in this line of work, you have so many tricks up your sleeve. You both wear the same color clothes, and people who don't know the truth would think you two are a couple."

"Then what am I?"

"Is it the third person who intervened between you?"

The man sneered with gnashed teeth, and slammed his head hard against the rough tree trunk, again and again, as if he wanted him to die here.

"what!"

Screams of pain once again spread throughout the dark forest. Jiuxiang's forehead was bleeding and the blood flowed down his face, mixing with the dirt.

Everything went black in front of his eyes, his ears were buzzing, and his chest and abdomen were aching so much that he couldn't breathe, but his instinct to survive made him struggle desperately.

Tong Ruixiao saw his dirty hands trying to grab his suit vest and immediately kicked him again.

Because he was kicked an inch below his abdomen, the sudden severe pain made Jiuxiang faint without any time to react.

Tong Ruixiao felt that he had fainted, and the words he promised Jian Yan flashed through his mind. He closed his eyes, tried hard to suppress the hidden tyranny and forbearance in his heart, and adjusted his breathing.

Then he threw him to the ground in disgust.

I returned to the car and wiped my fingers carefully with the disinfectant wipes handed to me by the driver.

While wiping, he said calmly: "Assistant Li, arrange for someone to carry him to the hospital, don't let him die."

Li Li went forward to take a look and discovered that Jiuxiang had been tortured beyond recognition.

His forehead was smashed and bloody. His face was covered with wounds, blood, tears, saliva, dirt and sand, and his suit was torn from struggling. Dark black blood was smeared on the lower part of his blue pants, and a yellow liquid was flowing on the ground. He had lost control of his bladder.

When he saw it, he felt a chill in his crotch and sweat on his forehead, as if he was the one who was beaten like this.

"I don't want to hear any news about this. If Jian Yan finds out, you know what I will do."

Tong Ruixiao's voice sounded behind him. Li Li's body froze, and he immediately assured firmly, "Boss Tong, please rest assured that I will do the job."

After the car left, Li Li's tense body relaxed, as if all the strength had been drained away, and his legs became weak.

I had to hold on to the tree trunk to keep my balance. I felt something cold and sticky between my fingers. I raised my hand to look in the moonlight and saw that it was covered in blood.

The blood drained from his face in an instant.