On the day of her return to China, she was tied up and coaxed by the richest man to get her marriage

Although she didn't know why Si Qing hated Jiang Yinghua, it was their personal grudge.

If he wants revenge, he should do it himself. Why drag her into this?

Could it be that he wants her to be his ghostwriter, kill Jiang Yinghua, and send her to jail?

I rub!

The most poisonous thing is a man's heart!

Si Qing glanced at her with downturned eyes; his facial features were sharp and fluid, as if meticulously sculpted by a master sculptor. His voice was extremely low.

"Listen to me, fire."

Yu Jinzhao's snow-white nose was sweating, like white jade producing saliva. Half of her body was numb, and she didn't know how to get out of there.

When Jiang Yinghua finally came to her senses and saw that Si Qing wanted her to kill her, she was so terrified that her face contorted, and she screamed like a madwoman, "No, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Yu Jinzhao pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and gently relaxed her fingertips, saying firmly yet softly, "If you want to kill me, then kill me. I can't bring myself to do it."

Whether she was mistaken or not, the man's fingers, which were gripping her hand, froze for a moment after she finished speaking.

Si Qing's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gazed intently at the widow's peak on her forehead, which was delicate and adorable, as if beckoning someone to caress it.

His handsome brows furrowed in a cold and aloof expression, and he clicked his tongue meaningfully, "You're quite lenient with outsiders."

She was startled, meeting his deep eyes, which seemed to be subtly hinting at something, so intense they seemed to want to devour her whole. Her gaze involuntarily shifted away.

What does he mean? Does he think she's like him, a living devil?

Feeling a little uncomfortable, she said softly, "I won't hurt anyone."

Si Qing's gaze suddenly darkened, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of self-mockery flashed across his face, like the flames of a burning black hole in the universe, gone in an instant.

When she tried to capture it again, she only saw a calm, desolate emptiness revealing the fleeting glimpse of a shooting star. He spoke in a somber tone.

"These scum are shouting right under your nose. I'm giving you a chance to vent your anger, why are you putting up with it?"

Yu Jinzhao's gaze was indifferent, utterly speechless, her tone tinged with slight anger.

“A life for a life. I don’t want to risk my whole life for a moment of anger.”

Si Qing's tall figure completely enveloped her, and he tilted his head to whisper a soft laugh in her ear, his warm breath tickling her.

"You are my wife, Si Qing. If anyone offends you, you should repay them tenfold. Hesitating for even a second is just wronging yourself."

Yu Jinzhao was taken aback. The words sounded familiar; it seemed like she had said them to him before.

Back then, she was spoiled and domineering, and she was very calculating. Anyone who dared to provoke her would definitely get revenge.

Many people criticize her for abusing her power, but she takes pride in it and often says—

I am the eldest daughter of the Yu family. Anyone who offends me will be punished tenfold. Hesitating for even a second is an insult to yourself!

But later, her arrogance was completely taken away, and her sharpness was completely concealed.

In a daze, Si Qing grasped her hand, his knuckles protruding, guiding her to pull the trigger, aiming the gun precisely at Jiang Yinghua.

"I'll collect your corpse, what are you afraid of!"

His deep, husky voice was like a fine wine, rich and pleasing to the ear, intoxicating everything, with a powerful aftertaste.

The words were spoken so softly, yet they struck her heart like a hammer blow.

Does this mean he'll let her kill as she pleases and he'll destroy the evidence?

Even though she knew he was using her as his mouthpiece, she still couldn't help but tremble. It was as if the arrogance that time had taken away had returned to her body with his arrogant and lawless words, causing even her calm and repressed soul to tremble.

Whether it was her imagination or not, every word he uttered and every move he made seemed to be reshaping her pride.

Everyone around was dumbfounded. What was going on?

The madman Si Ye is teaching his wife to go mad with him.