President, please comfort me.

Jiang Wanyu found a rusty fruit knife somewhere and came in to see Jiang Yihui and Wen Qi arguing.

Even more shockingly, Wen Qi, who had been tied up, was now free.

"Jiang Yihui! How dare you betray me?" Jiang Wanyu roared.

"Sister, stop! Come with me to the police station and turn yourself in. Don't keep going down this wrong path!" Jiang Yihui stared at the fruit knife in her hand, which was gleaming coldly, his face filled with disbelief.

Jiang Wanyu had completely lost her mind. Gripping the fruit knife tightly, she lunged at Wen Qi, yelling, "I'm going to kill you!"

Wen Qi then realized that the two people in front of her were siblings. Since that was the case, the little guy should be safe. So, she took off running to the side.

Jiang Yihui was also afraid of knives, not to mention that he had "betrayed" Jiang Wanyu and was afraid that she would turn her back on her family. As soon as Wen Qi ran away, he ran in the opposite direction.

With her long legs, Wen Qi quickly left Jiang Wanyu far behind. Originally, she was thinking of running as far as possible to save her life, but at the door, her eyes were suddenly drawn to something—a large and sturdy bamboo broom that, although it had been used for a long time, was still very durable.

The tingling scalp and burning pain on her face gave her a soul-stirring feeling. Wen Qi felt that she was a vengeful person, because the next second she resolutely picked up the bamboo broom, turned around and went back.

Jiang Wanyu watched as the person who had run away reappeared before her. While admiring her courage, she took a deep breath, picked up her knife, and charged forward with full speed.

Wen Qi stood not far away, her sharp eyes fixed on Jiang Wanyu who was gradually approaching. A slight, almost imperceptible sneer appeared on her lips as she prepared to give Jiang Wanyu a First Blood.

She struck a pose as if she were sweeping away an army, then swung the bamboo broom and smashed it hard against Jiang Wanyu's wrist, knocking the weapon from her hands in one blow.

With a clatter, the fruit knife fell to the ground, instantly losing its threat. Jiang Wanyu was caught off guard and was completely stunned.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wen Qi quickly raised her right foot and kicked forward, sending the fruit knife flying a long way.

She turned around deftly, parted her lips slightly, and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Hmph, Jiang the fool, let's see how you kill me now. You should worry about your own life."

Wen Qi was ruthless and taciturn. She gripped the bamboo broom tightly with both hands and launched another attack, slapping Jiang Wanyu all over with the hard bamboo, scraping every inch of her body from head to toe.

At first, Jiang Wanyu tried to struggle and resist, but Wen Qi's storm-like offensive quickly left her powerless to fight back.

Soon, Jiang Wanyu's face and hands were covered with crisscrossing small wounds, causing her to scream in pain.

Wen Qi ignored her and beat her for a full five minutes until Jiang Wanyu lay on the ground like a lump of mud.

Wen Qi felt like she was going a little crazy. She had been playing for so long and wasn't tired at all. In fact, she couldn't help but feel excited and thrilled.

This long-lost feeling was something I had only experienced when I was in school, fighting in groups with Lanling and others.

Wen Qi casually tossed the bamboo broom aside, strode forward, and stepped on Jiang Wanyu's frail back. Then, she bent down slightly, placed one hand on her knee, and grabbed Jiang Wanyu's long hair with the other, pulling it upwards forcefully.

"Go ahead and scream, why aren't you screaming? No one will come to save you even if you scream your lungs out. Today I'll teach you a lesson, you old slut, and we'll settle all our old and new scores together."

"Come here and die!" Wen Qi dragged Jiang Wanyu to a corner.

"Slap slap—" A crisp and loud slapping sound suddenly rang out.

"Slap slap—" Two more heavy slapping sounds came.

Wen Qi retaliated in kind, striking back with even greater ferocity than Jiang Wanyu had struck her before, putting all her strength into each blow, causing Jiang Wanyu's cheeks to instantly swell and turn red.

"I'll fucking teach you to provoke me!"

"I told you to have someone kidnap me!" Another slap landed.

"You dare insult me!" He slapped her hard again.

"I'll teach you to hit me!" This time, Wen Qi's hand almost whistled through the air.

"You dared to throw sulfuric acid at me like that!" Wen Qi's voice was almost a roar as she delivered the final blow.

"Say something! Stop playing dead. Weren't you all so cocky just now?"

No matter how Wen Qi beat and scolded her, Jiang Wanyu clenched her teeth, closed her eyes, and remained silent, but her trembling brows ruthlessly betrayed the fear in her heart at that moment.

Just then, more than twenty private cars stopped one after another on the main road in front of the chemical plant, and bodyguards in black filed out.

The tall man stepped out of the lead vehicle, exuding a strong murderous aura that sent chills down one's spine.

Hearing the muffled shouts and whipping sounds coming from inside, Xiao He's body trembled violently. He couldn't help but recall the horrific torture Wen Qi had endured, even having chosen the location for the Jiang family's cemetery.

"Bang—" Xiao He kicked hard and rushed in alone.

Outside the door, Ah Chen and Ah Biao directed their men to surround the entire chemical plant.

Yang Xu wanted to go in but didn't dare, standing at the door waiting anxiously.

The sudden sound of the door being kicked open startled the two people inside the factory.

Jiang Wanyu squinted and looked outside, but the little hope that had just been ignited was shattered again, and she almost fainted from fright.

Wen Qi turned around upon hearing the sound. At first, her face showed a hint of fear, but when she saw that it was Xiao He, a series of complex emotions welled up in her heart.

Anger, disappointment, sadness, regret, fear, surprise... all the emotions that had been building up inside him for days erupted like a volcano at this moment, pouring out without reservation.

Tears flowed uncontrollably like a burst dam. Wen Qi pouted, lowered her head, and slowly raised her right hand to cover her eyes, crying helplessly like a child.

"Xiao He, why are you only arriving now?"

Xiao He's anxious and worried gaze fell on Wen Qi. After checking her from head to toe, he found that her hair and clothes were a little wet, and there were obvious handprints on her cheeks.

An indescribable emotion welled up in his heart. He was both relieved that the person standing in front of him was the living, breathing Wen Qi, and heartbroken that she had suffered so much injustice and hurt.

Xiao He ran over, took off his coat and draped it over Wen Qi, then hugged her tightly. The feeling of having regained what he had lost surged into his heart like a warm current, and his eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.

"I'm sorry, honey, I'm late." He kissed Wenqi's forehead, his voice trembling slightly, filled with deep apology and self-reproach.

With Xiao He there, Wen Qi had someone to rely on. She hugged him tightly with all her might, her body trembling slightly from sobbing: "Waaah... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper, I shouldn't have argued with you, I shouldn't have driven A Biao away, it was all because I was too willful."