At this time, Ning Shuqian in the hospital had already obtained the private detective agency's investigation results on Wen Haowen's mistress.
She looked at the photos scattered on the bed in disbelief.
These photos were taken very clearly. There were photos of Wen Haowen and the woman, photos of the woman alone, and even intimate photos of Wen Haowen and her.
What she couldn't believe was the woman in the photo!
—Yang Ziyu!
The woman who was once sent to Wen Haowen's bed by her own hands, the one who once had an affair with Wen Haowen and almost ruined Wen Haowen's reputation, Yang Ziyu.
The [cheating scandal] was carefully directed by her and arranged by Mr. Z. It ultimately helped her save her marriage, making it impossible for Wen Haowen to divorce her, and also allowed her to win Wen Haowen back.
However, she never expected that Yang Ziyu would get involved with Wen Haowen again.
Yang Ziyu was actually the third party who interfered with her marriage. She was the culprit who made Wen Haowen completely disgusted with her and made her lose everything.
"You shameless pair of adulterers!" Ning Shuqian cursed with gritted teeth.
Sudden-
Her eyes fell on Yang Ziyu's round belly with hatred and ferocity.
In her dark eyes, the crazy emotions were like a raging tornado, brewing in her eye sockets bit by bit, frantically...
"Bitch, bitch, bitch..." Ning Shuqian could no longer keep calm and started screaming and cursing.
She never expected that Yang Ziyu would be pregnant!
She is pregnant with Wen Haowen's child!
And she was pregnant before her.
Moreover, my belly is already so big.
She didn't know it until now.
So, Wen Haowen was so cruel and heartless to her, disregarding their feelings and even willing to kill her, wishing to get rid of her as soon as possible, just to marry Yang Ziyu
Children, Wen Haowen values his children the most, and now his wish has finally come true.
But what about her
How innocent is her child
In order to make the child of Wen Haowen and his mistress come true, he was sacrificed in the end
Thinking of the child she had aborted, Ning Shuqian went completely crazy. The snow-white ward was shaking and twisting. The white before her eyes seemed like countless bones struggling to come out. She could even hear the screams of evil spirits in her ears.
"You are all evil ghosts who want to take my life. You want me to die. Make way for that bitch and her child. But I just don't want to do what you want. Get out of here... Get out of here..."
Ning Shuqian sneered sinisterly. It was a strange and cold smile that made one's hair stand on end.
"Child, I won't let your death be in vain. Those who killed you will go to hell. Hahahaha..." Ning Shuqian stared coldly at Yang Ziyu's round belly in the photo. Her dark eyes flashed with vicious light.
Damn it!
Damn it all!
They should all go to hell.
"Yang Ziyu, you bitch, you thought that if you got pregnant, you could marry into the Wen family and become Mrs. Wen, and then take away everything that belongs to me. Hahahaha... I won't do as you wish. You will pay a heavy price for what you have done."
Ning Shuqian took out a small knife from somewhere, and slowly bent her five bony fingers, clenched the knife in her hand, and then slashed at Yang Ziyu's belly.
One! Two! Three! Four—
The sharp knife scratched the tape, making a slightly sharp and piercing "rustling" sound, which made one's teeth ache and one's scalp tingle.
Ning Shuqian's triumphant, crazy, and frantic laughter, coupled with such sounds, echoed faintly in the empty, pale ward.
"Wen Haowen, you are a heartless, beastly bastard. You killed your own child with your own hands. I will make you go to hell and kneel down to my child to repent. I will make sure you die a miserable death."
The knife in Ning Shuqian's hand suddenly and fiercely slashed towards Wen Haowen's face.
"kill-"
“Kill kill kill kill—”
"Die die die die—"
Ning Shuqian was like a madman, hacking at the photo in front of her, as if the photo was Wen Haowen himself. As she hacked at him, bright red blood could be seen gushing out of Wen Haowen's body.
She seemed to recall the day when Wen Haowen strangled her neck, trying to kill her.
She thought of Wen Haowen again, and kicked her hard, causing her to have a miscarriage and bleed profusely.
A kind of pleasure of torture and revenge rose in my heart.
"Haha—are you so proud and arrogant now that you have a son? Do you think that having a son is enough for you? You don't take me seriously, you always treat me badly, you don't treat me as a human being, and you even killed my son... Tell me... how can I repay you?"
Ning Shuqian's whispering voice was light and floating, like the voice of a ghost, or like the whispers between lovers, but her pale and haggard face was filled with an expression of madness and terror.
She gently picked up a photo of Wen Haowen carefully supporting Yang Ziyu, who was pregnant. The two of them were in an intimate posture. Wen Haowen gently stroked Yang Ziyu's belly with one hand, and Yang Ziyu showed a sweet and happy smile.
She licked her dry lips gently and said, "What a loving and happy family you are. I really don't want to break you up."
There was regret in her tone and viciousness on her face.
Then, her voice turned cold: "Haha, I suddenly thought of how to repay you. You killed my child, why don't I kill your child too? This way, one life for one life, it seems fair."
It's quite fair. Since ancient times, a person must be killed for his life. She will not let anyone who killed her son go.
Ning Shuqian held the knife tightly in her hand.
He didn't even notice that his fingers touched the blade next to the handle. Bright red blood flowed drop by drop between his fingers and the blade, falling on the photo in front of him, staining Wen Haowen and Yang Ziyu in the photo red.
It looks shocking.
"But... don't think that this life for a life thing is over. I will get back what you two owe me one by one."
Ning Shuqian stared at the photo in front of her eyes. Even though the blade cut her hand and blood kept flowing out, she didn't feel any pain, because the pain in her heart was far greater than this small injury.
Ever since she found out about her miscarriage, she has been in the abyss of hell.
The child she conceived with great difficulty—
She hadn't had time to be a mother yet—
She didn't even know the child existed yet—
This child, she had already lost, no longer existed—
The person who harmed him is now a loving and harmonious family of three. This is something she cannot tolerate.
It will not be tolerated—