Contract Marriage: Billionaire and His Deaf Wife Chapter 1230: I’d Do Anything for You (5)

Zhong Qiaohui’s face twitched involuntarily.

"Go ahead, is there anything you want to say to , my bride?" Zhang Yingxi’s hand rested on her face, gently stroking it.

Zhong Qiaohui desperately swallowed back the sourness rising to her throat.

Zhang Yingxi seed unaware of her expression, muttering to himself, "Right, the one who suddenly asked at the wedding if you were willing to marry , he’s your friend, isn’t he?"

Hearing him ntion Zhang Sanfeng, Zhong Qiaohui frowned.

Zhang Yingxi smiled, "What’s the matter, is that cripple on your mind?"

"Don’t call him a cripple. He’s not a cripple!" Zhong Qiaohui said, raising her eyes to et his. The anger in her eyes was clear, for whom those words were spoken.

The light in Zhang Yingxi’s eyes slowly dimd. His gentle actions caressing her cheek gradually stiffened, then suddenly one hand grasped her throat.

Zhong Qiaohui seed unprepared for his action, yet at the sa ti, it was as if she had anticipated it. Her eyes widened for a mont, then turned indifferent as she faced him. It seed that life or death didn’t matter at this mont.

"You’re thinking of another man, yet you marry ?" Zhang Yingxi spoke lightly.

Zhong Qiaohui’s lips curled, "Heh heh," she laughed coldly twice, "You know very well why I married you."

"Tell ."

"Don’t think I don’t know. Do you want to kill him? Because his talent threatens your position as the leader. No matter if it’s the Zhong Family or the Zhang Family, even though you are the rightful heir, all the elders favor him. I know because when you sent those shoes, the timing was too coincidental — I knew you wanted to use to mock his helplessness, but I’m telling you, you’re delusional! You’ll never asure up to him."

These words were enough to make any man fly into a rage. Zhang Yingxi’s face displayed a tumult of colors, but soon what ca from his mouth was, "When you were younger, foolishly watching him, did you know there was always soone behind you silently watching over you?"

A flash of doubt appeared on Zhong Qiaohui’s face, then she smirked, about to express disbelief.

The man in front of her, clutching her throat, suddenly bent down and kissed her lips. This kiss was different from the reserved, polite one at the wedding earlier; it was not a fleeting touch.

The taste of blood spread instantly.

His pupils deepened, yet they did not leave her lips.

When she intended to bite down again, his fingers suddenly tightened around her throat. This ti, she almost rolled her eyes and nearly passed out.

As her body went limp, he held her in his arms and said, "You’ve always been so foolish for him, but have you ever thought about my feelings? For you, I’m willing to do anything, even sell my soul."

Nonsense—Zhong Qiaohui tried hard to spit out these words, wanting to slap him, but when her vision opened, she saw his face.

On his face, beyond the usual aloof authority he must maintain as the eldest son of the Zhang Family, there was now a distinctly different expression revealed.