Chapter 242 Everyone Is Forcing Her

hen Xiujin believed she was guilty, she deserved to die a hundred deaths.And all of this today — it's all Mr. Shen's idea.Jian Tong didn't know that in this future prison life, there were countless mo...Your father, he, already has a son out of wedlock.

Jian Tong was completely dumbfounded this time.

She looked at Mrs. Jian... This family, this family is really something!

She doesn't consider herself a member of the Jian family anymore, she doesn't even use the surname Jian, does she

"Little one, Mother begs you, please!" cried Mrs. Jian, tears streaming down her face.

Jian Tong just felt amused, and she really laughed. As she laughed, tears came out.

"Little one" Mrs. Jian blinked, unable to understand her daughter who was laughing and crying at the same time: "You..."

Before Madam Jian, Jian Tong’s laughter grew louder and louder, laughing until tears streamed down her face. She squatted on the ground, clutching her stomach, and waved at Madam Jian: “Today you have earned my smile, Madam Jian, you deserve all the credit.”

Mrs. Jian's eyes widened in astonishment, her delicate eyebrows creased with disbelief!

She, she, she… “Little one, how could you become like this!” Mrs. Jian looked at her daughter in front of her with a pained expression. "Our family tragedy, how can you treat it as a joke"

Jian Tong couldn't hold back her laughter anymore, but, this damn tears, how could they just not stop coming

Shen Xiujin's heart was ripped apart with pain. Madam Jian saw Jian Tong smiling, but he saw the woman forced to expose her flesh torn to shreds before everyone.

Mrs. Jian was already bruised and battered, but the woman could only force a laugh to cover up the wounds that were clearly visible beneath her skin.

In an instant, Shen Xiujin felt remorse and self-blame well up in his chest... Mrs. Jian had wounded her leaving her battered, but he was the one who had sent her to hell.

For a moment, he wanted to let go.

But... suddenly, a long arm shot out, pulling the person from the ground and into his embrace. His iron arms gripped tightly: "I'm sorry, little one, little one, I'm sorry," he repeated over and over again. The woman in his arms, listening to those apologies, felt her heart grow colder, unable to feel the warmth of the sun anymore.

She reached out to push, but the iron arm was firmly locked. The man buried his face in her ear and whispered, "I'm sorry, Xiaotong, Xiaotong, I'm so sorry, so sorry," The man's eyes were filled with bloody red, he could say sorry a thousand times, he could give up his life, but he couldn't lose Jian Tong, "I'm sorry, I will never let go." Sorry, I can't lose you.

The woman in his arms was stunned, her body stiffened, and her lips began to tremble involuntarily: "Mr. Shen," she closed her eyes, "I'm sorry, please forgive me."

Endless fatigue, pervading my heart.

Mrs. Jian was stunned, staring at the couple entwined before her. She wanted to grab the woman and beg her to save her son, but the pair were so tightly locked together that she couldn't find a way to intervene.

Lu Mingchu kept his arms crossed, watching everything with indifference.

That woman's excitement, that woman's collapse, that woman's despair... he could do nothing about it!

His eyes fell once more upon the man's face, a visage that bore a striking resemblance to his own. Jealousy threatened to consume him.

Why is it you

Why does it have to be you

Why can't it be me

He watched, he thought, he pondered, he fell silent… Oh, if I can't have her love, then let me have her hate.

He gave one last, piercing glance at the couple, their love and hate intertwined in a way that made it impossible for anyone else to intrude. The malice in his eyes stemmed from the darkest depths of hell.

Well, Shen Xiujin, please, just die, okay

Well, Jian Tong, please, hate me. Can you

He, Lu Ming, was born into the Shen family, carrying their blood. Even if he disliked this bloodline, he had to admit that his body still inherited the ruthlessness of the Shen family members.

Jian Tong was both a catalyst and an antidote. Lu Mingchu reached out to cover his heart, his pale lips parting in a languidly cruel smile. "Jian Tong, my heart used to be black. Because of you, now, I have none."

He turned upstairs, without looking back, refusing to watch the drama unfolding behind him. It was as if everything that had happened in that performance was foreign to him, unrelated to his life.

Bang!

Mrs. Jian looked at the helpless couple before her. She gritted her teeth and knelt heavily towards Jian Tong: "Little Tong! Please save your brother, Mom is kneeling to you. You can ask me to do anything! But please, for the sake of being siblings, for the sake of that being your brother, for the sake of the brother who once cared for you, Mom begs you, save his life. In this world, only you can save your brother. If you don't save him, he will only die."

Well!

What a big hat, it's so heavy when it comes down!

Jian Tong looked at Madam Jian kneeling before her with a complex expression... such a cold-hearted Madam Jian, such a sharp tongue, and such a grand and imposing hat!

She wouldn't save him, Jian Mo Bai would die. If Jian Mo Bai died, it would be her fault for killing her own brother!

This is what Mrs. 簡 meant.

She glanced again at Shen Xiujin, who refused to let her go even in death, and then at Mrs. Jian, kneeling before her, threatening suicide... Ah, a wolf in front and a tiger behind!

Exhaustion, growing more and more intense.

"Come on," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper, raspy and rough. Her throat was parched and painful, but she forced it to move, swallowing with a grimace. There was a metallic tang of blood in the back of her throat. "Come on, make me."

Zhao Zhao was a young girl who didn't understand much about anything, yet at this moment, she seemed to be able to sense the despair of her boss, whom she had been with for three years.

The boss didn't say a word, yet Zhao Zhao had a strange feeling, unprecedented and chilling: if she didn't stop him, the boss would die right before her eyes.

Zhao Zhao was terrified, but she jumped out. She held a broom, just like an incredibly brave fake Superman: "Don't you dare pressure the boss anymore!"

"She's a human being! She has blood, flesh and a heart!"

She wildly waved the broom, striking 簡夫人's body with the first swing: "Get out! You're a bad person! Yi Ju doesn't welcome you!"

Mrs. Jian was beaten so badly that she couldn't even stand properly. "You little wretch, stop it!" But ZhaoZhao acted as if possessed, whipping a broom at Mrs. Jian: "Beat you to death, you wicked person, beat you to death! You bullied the boss, you forced the boss!"

Mrs. Jian had no way to stop the crazed Zhao Zhao, so she dodged and rushed towards Jian Tong: "Little Tong, I'm your mother, you quickly stop this crazy girl... ah!"

Before he could finish his words, he fell flat on his face.

Seeing Mrs. Jian rushing over, Shen Xiujin was quick-witted. He firmly held onto Jian Tong and swiftly retreated to the side. Mrs. Jian's fingers grasped only a clump of air before she instinctively stumbled and fell.

"Little one" Mrs. Jian fell to the ground, still unable to believe what had happened. She stammered and lifted her head to look at Jian Tong: "How did you become like this" Her eyes glared accusingly at Jian Tong, as if blaming her.

"You..." Jian Tong's face was slightly off, a strange flush of red. Xi Chen still felt strange, was she this hot

The next second, only to hear the man's heart-wrenching scream: "Xiaotong!"

"Hurry! To the hospital!"

Mrs. Jian was dumbfounded and scrambled to chase after him, "Little Tong, Little Tong..."

The man holding the woman suddenly stood up, turned his head, and with a sinister and vicious look, gritted his teeth and said: “If you dare take another step forward, I, Jian Mo Bai, will die here right now!”a few hundred meters away from this small villa at the very least.A woman dressed in loose cotton and hemp clothing common to the region was lying under the eaves on the first floor. Her bamboo-woven...