Strong flash marriage: Mr. Lu pinches waist and kisses every night

Lu Lin didn't want to stay in the Qiao family for another minute and was determined to leave, so Qiao Shanshan had to chase him out and see him off.

Qiao Zhiqiang was worried that his daughter wouldn't be able to coax Lu Lin, so he chased after him to help speak well of him. When he left, he glared at Yan Wanning fiercely, "This is all your fault!"

Zhang Yan threw her chopsticks on the table and cursed fiercely: "You little bitch! You just can't stand seeing Shanshan doing well and want to ruin her marriage, right?"

"With your attitude, you still want photos of your slutty mother? No way! I'd rather burn them all than give them to you!"

Yan Wanning stood up from her chair and said excitedly, "You can't do this!"

Zhang Yan snorted, "Why can't I do this?"

She winked at the servant beside her, who immediately went upstairs and brought down a file bag.

Zhang Yan took the file bag, took out a few photos from it, and waved them in front of Yan Wanning.

Then he asked the servant to bring the lit candlesticks on the table.

Yan Wanning was shocked: "What are you going to do?!"

Zhang Yan sneered and handed a photo to the jumping flames.

Yan Wanning immediately rushed over and shouted, "No!"

Two sturdy servants quickly grabbed her arms, preventing her from touching any corner of Zhang Yan's clothes.

In the old photo, there is a woman's gentle features. The little girl in her arms is smiling shyly, with eyes so pure that it seems as if she has never seen darkness.

Zhang Yan glanced coldly at the mother and daughter in the photo, then lit a corner of the photo without any hesitation.

Yan Wanning's eyes widened: "No! Why are you doing this? Why?!"

The smile in the photo was gradually swallowed by flames, and the burned area turned into black ashes.

Behind the flames was Zhang Yan's wanton laughter.

"Why? You little bitch, you deliberately made things difficult for Mr. Lu to leave and make Shanshan suffer. How can I let you suffer?"

Watching her mother's appearance in the photo disappear bit by bit, Yan Wanning was so angry that she was shaking all over.

She struggled desperately but couldn't break free from the hands of the two servants.

I could only yell with red eyes: "I didn't!"

"Qiao Shanshan deliberately asked me to come at this time. She wanted to show off to me that she has a handsome and rich boyfriend. I came as she wished."

"Now her boyfriend doesn't like me and wants to leave when he sees me. What does it have to do with me?"

"If she didn't want her marriage to be affected, she shouldn't have asked others to disturb her!"

Zhang Yan angrily said, "This is outrageous! How dare you talk back?!"

She shook off the burnt photo and took out a second one.

Yan Wanning shouted anxiously: "Please! Stop burning it!"

Seeing her begging him in such a desperate manner, Zhang Yan couldn't help but laugh triumphantly.

"You begged me?"

Yan Wanning nodded quickly: "Yes! I beg you, don't burn my mother's photo. She didn't leave anything behind when she was alive. This is all I have!"

"Aunt Zhang, please!"

Zhang Yan curled the corners of her lips and looked down at her on the ground as if she were a piece of trash.

"Then kneel down and kowtow to me."

As soon as the servant who was holding Yan Wanning let go, she knelt down without hesitation and kowtowed heavily.

"Please! Give me back my mother's picture!"

The servants in the room looked at this scene with contempt.

"What a lowly dog she is. She kowtows whenever someone asks her to do so."

"Has no backbone at all."

"Doesn't she know what self-respect is?"

Yan Wanning felt tormented as she listened to their discussions.

Self-respect? Backbone?

If not forced to do so, who would lose their backbone and allow others to trample on their self-esteem?

Her mother's photo is in Zhang Yan's hand. It is her only thought. What can she do?

Seeing her in such a mess, Zhang Yan couldn't help but throw her head back and burst into laughter.

She twisted her hips forward, grabbed Yan Wanning's hair, and pulled her in front of her.

"This is so funny, why didn't I see before that you are such a bitch?"

Yan Wanning clenched her teeth and said nothing.

Silence was the only way she could resist.

Zhang Yan grabbed her hair, shook her head, and asked with a smile: "Do you think you are cheap?"

Yan Wanning opened her mouth, but couldn't speak.

Zhang Yan yelled, "Speak up! Tell me yourself, are you a bitch?"

Yan Wanning's face was covered with tears of pain. She was trembling all over, holding her breath, unwilling to say a word.

She persuaded herself not to think too much and that it was worth sacrificing for her mother's photo.

However, her self-esteem did not allow her to say it. She bit her lips until they bled, but she still couldn't say it.

Zhang Yan's face turned cold, he shook Yan Wanning's head away and walked quickly towards the candlestick.

Yan Wanning's eyes widened and she shouted excitedly, "No!"

She crawled towards Zhang Yan in a panic, but a servant stepped on her back and she could not move forward even a single step.

Amid the servant's curses and warnings, Zhang Yan handed the photo to the burning candlestick.

"No!!!"

Yan Wanning lay on the ground in an extremely embarrassed posture, crying out in pain.

This feeling of powerlessness was so painful. Watching her mother's face in the photo gradually turn into ashes, the despair of being unable to save her made her want to kill everyone here.

When her mother was sick, she was in prison and couldn't save her life.

But now, she couldn't even save her mother's photo.

She is such a failure, how could she be so useless?

Mom... I'm sorry, I'm an unfilial daughter. I'm sorry, Mom.

Zhang Yan waved his hand and asked the servants to leave.

She held up the last photo and said, "You only have one last chance."

Yan Wanning knelt down without a second thought and kowtowed to Zhang Yan.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Zhang. I was wrong. I apologize to you."

"I'm a bitch, don't burn my mother's picture, I admit I'm a bitch."

She hit her forehead and broke the skin, which oozed blood. Only then did Zhang Yan smile with satisfaction.

"Okay, get up. Wouldn't it be better if you just obeyed me earlier? Why do you always want to resist?"

Yan Wanning got up from the ground trembling, walked in front of Zhang Yan and stretched out his hands.

Under her expectant gaze, Zhang Yan handed her the photo. In the photo, her mother's smile was so close to her.

However, just as the photo was about to fall into her hands, Zhang Yan pulled her hand back.

Yan Wanning's expression was dull.

Zhang Yan raised her lips and said, "Send me 200,000 yuan tomorrow. After you get the money, this photo will be yours."

Yan Wanning asked excitedly: "Why?!"

Zhang Yan handed the photo to the servant and asked him to keep it.

Then he picked up the fork on the dining table, picked up a piece of fruit, and began to eat slowly.

"Why? The Qiao family has raised you for eight years, and the money they spent on you is at least one million. I am already kind enough to ask you to pay back only 200,000."

Yan Wanning was so angry that she wanted to laugh, "One million? Zhang Yan, check your conscience and ask yourself, besides paying my three years of high school tuition, what else have you spent on me?"