Why are you messing with her? Her mission is to bully the scumbag

Ling Jinxing looked at him coldly, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes. She gently shook off his hand and said in a cold tone, "Zhou Fuquan, don't you understand yet? The problem between us can't be solved by saying 'I was wrong'. You're not even a man anymore!"

Zhou Fuquan's face turned pale instantly when he heard this.

He knew that no matter how he defended himself, he could not hide the cruel fact - he had lost the most important thing as a man.

However, he was still unwilling to give up.

"Ling Tingmei, as long as you are willing, we can continue to pretend to be in love. Who would know the fact that I am not capable of it? We...we can still be like before..." Zhou Fuquan's voice trembled, and his eyes were full of pleading.

Ling Jinxing stared at Zhou Fuquan, her eyes filled with undisguised disgust and disappointment. "If it weren't for your indulgence of Xu Miaomiao and your acquiescence to your mother and her schemes, how could you have ended up like this?" Her voice was cold and sharp, like a blade piercing Zhou Fuquan's heart.

Zhou Fuquan's face turned pale in an instant. He waved his hands in panic, trying to defend himself: "No, I didn't know at all. That was all their plan. I really didn't know!" His voice trembled, full of fear and anxiety.

Ling Jinxing raised her eyes slightly, the disgust on her face disappeared in an instant, replaced by a deep amusement.

"Don't know? Or are you knowingly committing a crime but choosing to turn a blind eye?" Her tone was calm and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Zhou Fuquan's heart.

Zhou Fuquan's face became even uglier. He opened his eyes wide, as if to prove his innocence, but when he opened his mouth, only a few words came out, "I really don't know!" His voice was a little hysterical, but it couldn't hide his inner weakness.

"Everything you are suffering now is caused by yourself! You should ask your mother and Xu Miaomiao to take responsibility instead of putting the blame on me!" Ling Jinxing said word by word.

This sentence was like a curse, constantly echoing in Zhou Fuquan's mind, making it impossible for him to escape.

He felt that his world was collapsing and all the beauty and hope turned into nothing.

The seeds of hatred that had been planted before finally broke through the ground at this moment, growing rapidly, waiting to blossom and bear fruit.

Zhou Fuquan's eyes gradually became empty and confused. He muttered to himself, "All of this is their fault. They should be held responsible and must pay the price for everything I have done."

After saying that, he turned and strode towards the study door, each step seeming so heavy.

Then he slowly walked down the stairs.

When he walked out of the house and drove straight to the old house, the anger in his heart had reached its peak.

As soon as he arrived at the old house, he saw golf clubs placed at the door.

He picked up the bat without hesitation, his eyes flashing with crazy fire. Without waiting for the person at the door to ask, he hit it hard with the bat, as if he wanted to vent all his anger and resentment on this innocent door.

With a loud "bang", the door was smashed and shook.

When Zhou's mother heard the noise at the door, her heart tightened and she hurried out of the room.

When she saw Zhou Fuquan standing at the door with a gloomy face, she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then asked with concern: "A Quan, why did you come here so suddenly? Why didn't you tell Mom before you came?"

However, Zhou Fuquan did not answer her question, but suddenly quickened his pace and rushed straight to Zhou's mother.

The next second, he raised the golf club in his hand and smashed it hard on Zhou's mother's head. Zhou's mother only had time to scream before she felt a sharp pain and blood instantly dyed her forehead red.

Zhou Fuquan seemed to have lost his mind, his eyes were dull, and Ling Jinxing's words kept echoing in his mind.

He swung the bat again and hit Zhou's mother hard. Zhou's mother groaned in pain, her head covered in blood. She looked at Zhou Fuquan in disbelief and shouted in a trembling voice: "Son, what's wrong with you? I'm your mother! How could you do this to me?"

"It's all because of you!" Zhou Fuquan roared, his voice filled with anger and despair. "I've become a eunuch now, and it's all because of you! You're my mother, why did you treat me like this? Why did you conspire with Xu Miaomiao to plot against me?"

Zhou's mother wanted to explain, but the severe pain made it almost impossible for her to speak.

But Zhou Fuquan seemed to have gone crazy. He swung the baseball bat again and hit Zhou's mother hard.

Seeing this, the housekeeper rushed over and tried to protect Zhou's mother. But Zhou Fuquan had lost his mind and would not show mercy to anyone who came.

The whole room was filled with chaos and noise. Zhou Fuquan's roar, Zhou's mother's groans, and the housekeeper's exhortations intertwined together, forming a tragic melody.

Zhou Fuquan's heart was filled with torment and pain. He had been constantly comforting himself in his heart that everything was still there and he still had a chance to make amends.

But now, his wife wants a divorce and all his secrets have been exposed. What can he do?

He could only vent his anger and despair on Zhou's mother, as if this would make him feel better.

Outside the screen, the cute virtual image looked bewildered. It anxiously asked, "Host, what on earth is going on? Why has Zhou Fuquan suddenly gone crazy?"

Ling Jinxing sat leisurely in a chair, toying with a teacup in her hands, a deep look in her eyes. "Just imagine, what would happen to a man who has always been so proud and conceited, if he suddenly found himself losing his true identity as a man?" Her voice was calm and powerful, as if every word contained endless meaning.

[Will he collapse? But didn't he seem quite normal before?] Meng Meng's confusion was evident in her words as she tried to understand this sudden change.

Ling Jinxing smiled gently, yet a hint of coldness lingered within. "Normal? That's just a mask he wears for the world to see. Do you know what the evil spirit within me is? It's the force of death, a power that can silently erode a person's will. It's like an invisible knife, constantly carving scars into his soul. All it takes is the slightest spark, and the madness within him will erupt like a volcano, and now, that moment has arrived." Her tone was calm and confident, as if she had everything under control.

At the same time, Zhou Fuquan had stopped what he was doing, but Zhou's mother was already on the verge of death, with only the faint sound of breathing in. The whole room was filled with an oppressive and heavy atmosphere, as if even the air had solidified.

Zhou Fuquan turned slowly, his eyes filled with the fire of revenge. He tightly grasped the blood-stained stick, as if it was his only support.

He walked towards his car with only one thought in his mind: the next one is Xu Miaomiao.