Wen Sirou glanced at him and walked inside.
"During this ti, stay here and take care of Xiao Yun without any mistakes!" Mr. Song ordered in a commanding tone.
Wen Sirou looked at Song Yun, who seed ntally unstable on the bed, and nodded.
Mr. Song frowned, took one last look at Song Yun, and left the room.
"Wen Gang, co to my study."
Mr. Song’s stern voice echoed from outside the door, and Wen Sirou’s eyelashes lowered slightly.
"Ah..."
Song Yun’s shrill scream pulled Wen Sirou’s thoughts back.
Wen Sirou raised her eyes to look at Song Yun, her gaze sweeping over her exposed neck and arm skin, almost none of it was unblemished, all covered in bruises and bite marks.
So what Song Yun had experienced no longer needed verification.
"I want to kill her, I want to kill her!" Song Yun shouted, her hands pounding the bed fiercely.
Wen Sirou walked over, looking down at her, "Who is ’she’?"
Song Yun suddenly lifted her head, her eyes blood-red, baring her teeth in extre madness, "Jian Liangtong, I want to kill Jian Liangtong! I should’ve had them finish her back then, ruin her! If it wasn’t for her, if it wasn’t for her, he wouldn’t treat like this, sob sob..."
As Song Yun spoke, she suddenly started crying again, her fists randomly rubbing against her body, finally pressing against her leg through the quilt, "It hurts so much, it hurts here, it’s ruined, so much blood, so much blood..."
"What did you do to her back then?" Wen Sirou’s eyes swept over with a cruel glint, staring at Song Yun.
"So much blood, so much blood, it hurts so much, it hurts..." Song Yun kept crying, kept speaking.
Wen Sirou gritted her teeth and suddenly reached out to grab Song Yun’s wrist.
"Ah..."
Wen Sirou had practiced martial arts since childhood, her strength wasn’t any less than that of a robust man. When she forcibly clutched Song Yun’s wrist, Song Yun imdiately shrieked in pain and looked at Wen Sirou in fear.
"Tell , what did you do to her?" Wen Sirou’s gentle face turned fierce like a demon, her eyes filled with bloodlust as she stared at Song Yun.
"...I, I had soone, videotape her, do, do you want to see? Ha, hahaha..." Song Yun’s ntal state was evidently unstable, shrinking her shoulders, and looking at Wen Sirou neurotically.
"I’ll kill you!" Wen Sirou suddenly grabbed Song Yun by the neck, pinning her onto the bed, her delicate fingers like rigid steel clamped around Song Yun’s neck.
"Ugh..." Song Yun painfully opened her mouth, her tongue half protruding from the choke, her eyes turning white, seemingly about to pass out from Wen Sirou’s grip.
"Sirou, what are you doing?"
Wen Gang, with a tense face, reached out to pry Wen Sirou’s hand from Song Yun’s neck, glaring at her angrily.
Wen Sirou clenched her fists, coldly looking at Wen Gang, "The Wen Family has been working like dogs for the Song Family for two generations. Do I have to continue in my generation? What does the Song Family take the Wen Family for? Less than a dog? Have you forgotten, when her dog died, she forced the bla onto . Just because of a dog, they almost beat to death! Do you rember how old I was then? Eighteen, or seventeen? I’m telling you, even if you never acknowledge as your daughter again, I will never serve the Song Family again! If you want to continue being their dog, then go ahead!"
Slap...
Wen Sirou’s face was turned to one side.
Half of her face imdiately swelled up.
Wen Sirou used the tip of her tongue to probe her bleeding lip, slowly raising her head, looking at Wen Gang’s trembling face, sneering.
"Now that your wings are strong, you want to leave the Song Family? Don’t forget who gave you everything you have now..."
"Everything I’ve gotten now is through my own effort, it has nothing to do with the Song Family!"
"If it weren’t for the Song Family supporting you, how could you have developed so well in the entertainnt industry?"
"..." Wen Sirou’s throat choked, her eyes red as if they could bleed at any mont. She looked at Wen Gang, her voice trembling from restraint, "Dad, you wouldn’t know, right? When I first entered the entertainnt industry, I was raped, by three n."
"..." Wen Gang was abruptly stunned, looking at Wen Sirou in disbelief, "What, what did you say?"
"It was your good Mr. Song who arranged it." Wen Sirou laughed sarcastically.
"...Impossible. Absolutely impossible!" Wen Gang shook his head, "Knowing you wanted to enter the entertainnt industry, Mr. Song specially sought connections to arrange..."
"The ones who raped were those connections he arranged!" Wen Sirou shouted, tears suddenly rolling from her eyes.
She pointed viciously at Song Yun, "The Song Family, they only know how to use such despicable thods against those who don’t comply with them! Back then, I insisted on entering the entertainnt industry to escape being enslaved by the Song Family. Mr. Song wanted to keep the Wen Family serving the Song Family for generations, and my persistence offended his authority, so he used that thod against ! The purpose was to crush my hopes of entering the entertainnt industry, to obediently serve the Song Family as a dog for life!"
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