Mr. President, Love Without Restraint!

Chapter 2272: If you don't believe it, look up and see who the heavens can spare (3)

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"Uncle, I told you... I really told you everything I know. Grandpa didn't lie. I was the one deceiving the public. Please, don't chop me. Please don't chop my hand. Don't..."

Jiang Xueer was so scared that she huddled into a ball. After answering Jiang Yongcheng's question, she didn't even dare to look at Jiang Yongliang.

And as she responded, Jiang Yongcheng actually did the same thing he said.

The knife fell again, and Jiang Yongliang screamed in pain. His other little finger was also broken.

Blood gushed out, bright red liquid gushing out from the broken finger.

Jiang Yongliang screamed in pain and this time fainted from the complete pain. He fell to the ground, his face covered with sweat, blood, and gasoline that had been poured on it before.

At this time, Jiang Yongliang no longer had the bearing of the youngest son of the Jiang family who was raised in wealth.

He was like a puddle of mud, a puddle of desperate mud.

On the other side, Jiang Chaoyang, who had suddenly woken up, had already wet his pants out of fright.

This notoriously dissolute young man of the third generation of the Jiang family did not think of saving his father or his sister at this time, and he immediately shrank into the corner of the table.

When Jiang Yongliang's second finger was cut off and he fainted from the pain.

The dandy young man was finally so frightened that he could no longer bear it. Not only did he cry loudly, but an unpleasant smell also came out of his lower body.

"Tsk, Jiang Chaoyang... You are really Jiang Yongliang's retribution!" Jiang Yongcheng glanced at Jiang Chaoyang coldly. He didn't even have the interest to beat up his nephew.

Jiang Yongliang's descendants are all idiots and hopeless.

If it weren't for his father's favoritism and doting on Jiang Yongliang since he was a child, and if it weren't for Jiang Yongliang's sweet talk and his ability to please others, the Jiang family wouldn't have fallen into such a state.

The only capable person in Jiang Yongliang's lineage is Jiang Xueer, the woman who has brought disaster to the entire Jiang family.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yongcheng turned his head, and his ferocious and distorted gaze fell steadily on Jiang Xueer's little face, which had already changed color.

"Uncle... I have said everything you wanted me to say... This is being broadcast live nationwide, and everyone already knows that I am sorry for you, sorry for grandpa, sorry for aunt... Even grandpa's spirit in heaven can rest in peace. Please, let me go, let me go..."

In order to protect herself, Jiang Xueer even said self-deprecating words.

She kept kowtowing to Jiang Yongcheng, hoping that he would forgive her.

Unfortunately, Jiang Yongcheng had already gone bloodshot, and his red eyes were filled with bloodshot.

Jiang Yongcheng grabbed Jiang Xueer's hair.

He put his mouth close to Jiang Xueer's ear and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily... My sins, your father's sins, your elder brother's sins, we will now pay them back to Manyun and the old man."

"But you, Jiang Xueer... I will make you suffer in this world for the rest of your life. I will make you live in the contempt and criticism of others for the rest of your life. I will make you unable to hold your head up for the rest of your life..."

Jiang Xueer publicly admitted the good things she had done, which cleared the grievances for Jiang Manyun and Old Man Jiang.

But it's not enough, all this is not enough.

According to Jiang Yongcheng's original plan, he was going to die together with Jiang Yongliang, Jiang Chaoyang and Jiang Xueer, a family of three.

But now, he changed his mind temporarily.

Death is nothing. Death is not scary at all.

Death is the end of everything, death is liberation.

He didn't want Jiang Xueer to be freed so easily!

He wanted Jiang Xueer to live in pain forever and never be happy in her life.

He wanted her to be forever humble, muddy, and lowly like dust. Only in this way would Jiang Xueer, who was originally proud and grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth, feel truly miserable.

There is one more chapter before 18:00 (to be continued)