The taste of this is unbearable.
Tong Yan took a deep breath, digging her fingertips into the palm of her hand to calm herself down.
After thanking Uncle Li, she strode into the house, ready to... settle the score.
Tong Yan walked to the hall and saw Su Guoqiang and the others sitting on the sofa, seemingly discussing sothing intensely.
"Yanyan, why are you here?" Su Guoqiang’s expression stiffened, seemingly surprised to see her.
Tong Yan sneered, "This is my ho; why can’t I co?"
Lin Jiaojiao, with a bruised face, shouted sharply, "Tong Yan, you little bitch, how dare you hit , hit , see how I deal with you!"
Seeing her reminded Tong Yan of the embarrassing incident at the hospital, a feeling she couldn’t swallow down.
"Finally stopped pretending? Ready to tear off the masks?" Tong Yan mocked, "That’s good, saves from feeling disgusted."
Su Guoqiang had not fully controlled Su Group yet, so he didn’t want things to escalate. He glanced reproachfully at Lin Jiaojiao and said kindly, "Yanyan, what are you talking about? Uncle can’t understand. Since you’re here today, I’ll have your aunt make you a nice al."
Su Guoqiang truly had thick skin, losing face in the hospital not long ago, and yet he could still put on this act in front of her—it was quite impressive.
Amidst everyone’s gasps, Tong Yan kicked Su Guoqiang to the ground.
Lin Jiaojiao scread, "Tong Yan, what are you doing! You wretched woman, are you tired of living..."
Tong Yan coldly interrupted, "Shut up."
Lin Jiaojiao didn’t listen to her and continued screaming, her voice sharp and piercing, almost like it could pierce through soone’s eardrums.
Tong Yan was impatient; she stepped forward and grabbed her neck, filled with hostility, "Didn’t I tell you to shut up? Can’t you understand?"
As she spoke, her hand gripped tighter.
Lin Jiaojiao gradually found it hard to breathe, her face turned red, and she started to flail.
She tasted the brink of death for the first ti.
Lin Jiaojiao was scared, terror filled her eyes; she wanted to beg for rcy but couldn’t utter a single word.
Tong Yan whispered in her ear: "You might as well die." Her voice was as cold and rciless as a demon fallen into hell.
Lin Jiaojiao’s eyes widened; she stared at Tong Yan’s cold face, devoid of emotion, fear seeping into her bones.
She didn’t want to die, not at all! She desperately wanted to escape, flailing her limbs, but found it futile—she couldn’t break free.
The sll of urine wafted through the air; Lin Jiaojiao was scared to the point of wetting herself.
The dignified wife of the president of Su Group was scared to wet herself.
She had changed her hairstyle, worn expensive clothes, applied exquisite makeup, reinventing herself to fit in, but ultimately she was new at this, her ingrained inferiority and cowardice unchangeable. A president’s wife reduced to such a state was unheard of, an absolute farce.
Tong Yan curled her lips in disdain, mocking, "Useless thing."
Su Guoqiang got up from the ground and rushed to her side, trying to persuade her, "Yanyan..."
Tong Yan glanced at him, coldly saying, "Don’t worry, I’ll deal with you shortly."
She then revealed a malicious smile, speaking each word deliberately, "Dare to bully my Chenxi, I’ll make you regret it for the rest of your life."
Tong Yan grabbed one in each hand, ignoring their resistance, and directly pulled them up to the third floor, straight into the room where Chenxi stayed before—a room in disarray, a clear sign of previous intense quarrelling.
Clearly, this was the scene of the incident.
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