The Little Princess’s Married-in Boyfriend (52)
Xu Menggui was injured.
When the people surrounding them were about to rush forward, he suddenly said in a cold voice, “Back off. Let her stab.”
Bai Weiwei’s fingers trembled violently.
The fruit knife dug in deeper.
Xu Menggui gave a groan, but his gaze remained fixated on her.
There was an icy hatred for him.
This sort of indifference towards him was more painful than the knife in his chest.
When did his revenge begin to change?
Starting with the Xu family, his temperament began to grow twisted.
When retaliating against the Xu family, each and every cur lying prostrate before him could make him happy for a few seconds.
But the black hole in his heart grew bigger.
He wanted to take revenge against other people and turn himself back to normal.
Bai Weiwei was the last piece of his revenge, but when he succeeded in taking everything away from her.
He finally realized that he had lost her, so everything he had won was meaningless.
The light in Xu Menggui’s eyes quivered. He said to Bai Weiwei, word by word, “Do it deeper. I can’t die like this.”
The knife was only shallowly plunged in. It wasn’t even enough to reach the bone, so how could it pierce his heart?
Bai Weiwei’s fingers trampled even more violently. She revealed a smile that was more unsightly than crying.
“Xu Menggui, do you think I really don’t dare to kill you?”
She was so distressed she couldn’t breathe. Even her voice had grown hoarse.
Xu Menggui didn’t move or take a step back. He reached up to grip the knife. “If you hate me that much, then kill me. Otherwise, I’ll continue to haunt you, like a ghost.”
Bai Weiwei noticed that his strength was immense, and the knife continued to be pulled forward by him.
The cold indifference in her eyes morphed into fright.
But Xu Menggui had no intention of letting her go. He was like a gambler.
Betting whether she still had him in her heart.
Staking his own life.
Bai Weiwei could no longer stand it. She hissed, “Enough, do you really want to die like that?”
Xu Menggui’s expression was cold and lofty, not putting the chest wound in his eyes in the slightest.
He only wanted one answer.
“Kill me, and I’ll let you go.”
If she was reluctant to do it, did that mean he still had hope?
Bai Weiwei suddenly withdrew the knife. She staggered back several steps, looking at Xu Menggui like he was a lunatic.
Xu Menggui was expressionless, with bright red blood dripping from his chest.
He seemed to realize the pain as his gaze stubbornly followed her movement.
“You can’t bear to kill me?”
Bai Weiwei’s limbs were limp, and she looked exhausted, but her voice was still firm and cold. “You really are delusional1. Once I’ve abandoned a man, I won’t turn back and think fondly on him.”
She looked down at the knife in her hand and sneered. “Killing you is dirtying my hands. I won’t become a murderer because of you. It’s not worth it.”
This sentence simply struck at the heart.
Xu Menggui’s eyes dimmed, his expression growing lifeless.
She held the blood-stained knife. Her beautiful face carried frosty indifference.
Then she walked over to Shen Anming’s side to help him.
But Xu Menggui suddenly spoke. “You don’t like me anymore?”
Bai Weiwei looked at Shen Anming’s bruised and battered face and estimated that he had broken two ribs. She said, even more angrily, “Xu Menggui, you’re sick. Who would like you?”
Xu Menggui fell silent.
Just as Bai Weiwei thought that his scum abuse index would increase.
【Scum abuse index: 85. Decrease of 5.】
Bai Weiwei: Woofwoofwoof the hell? He’s being abused ba, how could the index drop?
Xu Menggui sighed in compassion for who knew who. “You’re just mad at me, I know.”
Bai Weiwei looked at him in disbelief. He’d been this abused.
How could he still have the face to say this?
And he was shameless enough to reduce the scum abuse index.
Was it not enough abuse?
1: 自作多情: to imagine that one’s love is reciprocated.↩
Cheese: the worst kind of ex to deal with because no logic gets through their head