Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

The white light illuminated every corner of the room. Zhuang Ce sat against the light, and the shadows cast on his face.

He looked at Zhuang Yuwei and smiled kindly and calmly.

"I am the bad guy, the one who killed your father and your husband and drove you crazy."

Zhuang Yuwei had no idea what he was talking about. She pointed at him and kept saying, "You big bad guy! You big bad guy who won't give me food!"

Zhuang Ce didn't seem to pay any attention to her crazy talk. He smiled and continued, "Your son, my good nephew, has tricked me again. He is really much better and smarter than your deceased husband. He makes me a little bit difficult."

"My sister, have you ever heard a saying?" Zhuang Ce crossed his legs and placed his hands on his lap in an elegant posture, "Blocking someone's financial path is like killing their parents."

"Your father and your husband both died because they blocked my path to wealth. Now your son is also blocking my path to wealth. Should I kill him too?"

The crazy woman in front of him naturally didn't answer him. He continued to laugh and said, "But he can't die yet, and I'm not in a hurry to kill him. He's dealt with me time and time again, making a fool of me. I should also pay him back time and time again. That's fair, isn't it?"

"I will slowly torture him. His only mother, the woman he loves most, and the old man of the Ling family are all people he cares about. I will help him destroy them one by one, and then take away your Ling family's centuries-old foundation from him."

Having said that, Zhuang Ce smiled and seemed very satisfied with his plan.

"What do you think he will do when that happens? Will he go crazy like you, or will he die like his father?"

"Bad guys... big bad guys... all big bad guys..."

The woman looked at him with a shrinking and hostile look in her eyes.

"You don't want your only son to die, do you? He's your only child with Ling Zhengqing."

Zhuang Ce smiled and pointed a finger at Zhuang Yuwei. "Just answer one question for me, and I'll let him live."

Zhuang Yuwei lowered her head and murmured, "The little butterfly flew away...it won't come back...I want to become a little butterfly and fly away..."

Zhuang Ce squatted down in front of her, grabbed her hair, and smiled horrifyingly, "Tell me, do you have the list that Ling Zhengqing had in his hand?"

The woman was suddenly pulled by her hair and forced to look up to meet his eyes.

Her scalp was numbing with pain, and she cried out, "It hurts! It hurts so much!"

Zhuang Ce put a little more strength in his hand, "Is it with you? As long as you give it to me, I will let your son go!"

"Wow!" The woman cried even louder. "It hurts!"

She reached out to hit Zhuang Ce, but he held her back. "It's either with you or with your son, right?"

He smiled sinisterly and let go of Zhuang Yuwei.

Then the door opened and Shu Hui came in with a child model.

The model is lifelike and its limbs are like those of a real person.

The size and age are about four years old.

Zhuang Yuwei looked up and saw the child model, and her eyes suddenly widened.

The originally crazy face suddenly turned pale and bloodless.

She screamed, "Xiao Che! My Xiao Che!"

She struggled to get up from the ground and was about to pounce, but was held down by Shu Hui.

Zhuang Ce raised his hand and pinched the model's cheek. It felt delicate and soft, just like the skin of a four-year-old child.

He smiled triumphantly, and seeing Zhuang Yuwei's expression change from madness to terror, it showed that the model was quite successful.

He made this child's face based on Ling Che's appearance when he was four years old.

It's exactly the same as when he was a child.

Although Zhuang Yuwei was crazy and didn't remember anything, she didn't recognize the current Ling Che.

But she must remember what her son looked like before she went crazy.

"Look, is this your son?"

Zhuang Ce held a sharp dagger in his hand, and the blade slashed across the child model's face. "If you don't tell me, I will cut your son into pieces right in front of you!"

"Xiao Che! My Xiao Che! Give my Xiao Che back to me!"

Zhuang Yuwei stared at the model intently, shouting at the top of her lungs, "You big bad bastard, give my son back to me!"

Zhuang Ce's eyes turned fierce, and he cut off the left arm of the child model with a knife. Bright red blood spurted out of the model, so realistic that it was dazzling.

"Where is Ling Zhengqing's list?"

Then another knife cut off the model's right arm, and bright red liquid sprayed all over the ground.

Zhuang Yuwei's eyes were red, veins bulged on her fair neck as she struggled desperately to grab it, "My son! My little Che!"

"Zhuang Yuwei! I'm asking you again! Where is the list Ling Zhengqing collected?"

Zhuang Yuwei burst into tears.

Zhuang Ce raised the dagger and stabbed the child model's heart with the last blow.

The red liquid dyed the model red, and finally he kicked the model to the ground and strode out.

Seeing this, Shu Hui let go of Zhuang Yuwei, who was crying herself to death, and quickly chased after her.

"Boss Zhuang." Shu Hui looked at his hand stained with red liquid and handed him a clean handkerchief. "You knew she was crazy and you couldn't get anything out of her, so why did you do this?"

"She won't be able to get the answer, but she will always remember this day." Zhuang Ce wiped his hands. "If she's really crazy, then she'll go crazy to death. If she's just pretending to be crazy, she'll definitely tell Ling Che about the list."

Throwing the dirty handkerchief to Shu Hui, he smiled, "Ling Zhengqing has been dead for so many years, and the list has never been revealed. How can we find it out if we don't find a breakthrough?"

Shu Hui understood that the list was either in Ling Che's hands or in Zhuang Yuwei's hands.

If they were in Ling Che's hands, they would have been caught in one fell swoop long ago.

The only person who could have hidden himself until now without any news leaking out could be Zhuang Yuwei.

But Zhuang Yuwei is a lunatic, and she certainly doesn't know what Ling Zhengqing left for her.

But today's incident has stimulated her, and she will definitely bring it up unconsciously when she is mentally ill. As long as it reaches Ling Che's ears, even if Zhuang Ce and the others don't look for it, Ling Che will look for this so-called list.

She suddenly remembered something, "Boss Zhuang, the police are out. We need to send her away quickly to avoid unnecessary trouble."

"She came here as a little butterfly, so let her leave as a little butterfly." Zhuang Ce instructed, "Throw her on a deserted street."

Then he suddenly remembered something and turned around and said, "Find someone to inform her and take Zhuang Yuwei away. Remember, don't call."

Shu Hui suddenly raised her head, "You want Yiyi..."

Zhuang Ce smiled amiably, "If your cousin is smart enough, she should know what to do. If not, then she doesn't need to stay with Ling Che any longer."

"Okay." Shu Hui nodded, "I understand."

When she returned to the room again, she saw Zhuang Yuwei kneeling on the ground piecing together the broken hands and feet of the child model.

She murmured, "Don't cry, Xiao Che. Mommy will sew it up for you. It won't hurt at all."

With tears on her face, she blew gently on the broken arm, "Mommy, blow, blow, it won't hurt. Our little Che is a little man, don't cry..."

Shu Hui stood there with mixed emotions in her heart.

Even if a woman has been crazy for more than 20 years, she still remembers her son.

Her hand carelessly touched her flat belly.

She had a child here before. If he was born at that time, he would be four years old now.