Chapter 255: Don't Believe Me, Touch It

nd gasped for air, turning to look at Qin Mumumu who was staring at him in alarm.Something warm slid down her forehead, and the world was covered in a crimson film... Qin Mumu's delicate features were...Jian Family

Jian Zhen Dong pointed at Jian Fu Ren's nose and roared angrily: "You taught such a good daughter! What a filial daughter!"

He was burning with anger, the Jian family. He didn't want to give up, but if he didn't agree to Jian Tong's request, the Jian family would be completely ruined.

He was very clear in his heart that as long as Jian Shi was around, he was still a wealthy man with a house, a car, and servants. Without Jian Shi, he was nothing.

Though reluctant, Jian Zhen Dong gritted his teeth and transferred most of the Jian family's shares to Jian Tong.

But, he had nowhere to vent his anger.

Mrs. Jian became a scapegoat.

But Jian Zendong forgot one thing, in Jian's wife's eyes, he Jian Zendong was already a scumbag who betrayed his wife.

Jian Zhen Dong, what qualifications do you have to accuse me

Is Jian Tong my student

It's your dad!

If you want to blame someone, why not go down to the underworld and find your dead father

Mrs. Jian is also unrestrained in her speech, she now hates Jian Zhendong thoroughly.

"Hee hee hee," Mrs. Jian suddenly laughed, "Jian Zhen Dong ah Jian Zhen Dong, are you worried about not having enough money to support your illegitimate child who is a disgrace to the family"

She felt incredibly delighted, her eyes gleaming with schadenfreude:

Mò Bái is sick, and you don't care.

You are obsessed with that vixen and the little bastard she gave you.

How's it going

If Mo Bai were to disappear, wouldn't you plan, after a hundred years, to give the entire Jian family to some illegitimate child with an unknown background and unclear origins

"Bang!"

A sharp slap echoed through the air, sending Mrs. Jian spinning in a half-circle before landing awkwardly on the ground. "You... you hit me"

Jian Zhen Dong rolled up his sleeves and looked coldly at the shrew on the ground:

"Who are you calling a little bastard Your mouth is full of filth. You deserve to be beaten."

Mrs. Jian cried out in surprise, stood up, and rushed towards Jian Zhendong:

Jian Zhen Dong, you are not a human!

I raised you, took care of your home and family, helped you with socializing, and kept everything running smoothly. Yet you betrayed me by having an affair and raising a bastard child with her!

I cursed that bastard, what's wrong with it

"I didn't just call him a little bastard, I called him a little animal!"

Mrs. Jian's usually elegant hair was a mess, and she punched and kicked Jian ZhenDong repeatedly. Seeing that Jian ZhenDong was about to hit her again, Mrs. Jian threw caution to the wind: "Hit me! If you have the guts, just hit me! Jian Shi is my daughter now! Hit me!"

In a single sentence, Jian Zhen Dong's hand froze mid-air. His face flushed back and forth between pale and red. He glared fiercely at Mrs. Jian, spat out the word "bitch!" and stormed off.

Mrs. Jian chased after, “Jian Zhendong, where are you going”

You're going to that little fox spirit's place again, aren't you

"Don't go! Jian Zhen Dong, come back to me! You can't leave!"

Mrs. Jian stumbled and chased after him, but Mr. Jian was already impatient. He wouldn't even bother with her. The harder she chased, the faster he ran.

With a thud, Mrs. Jian fell to the ground, still reaching out with her hand, trying to grab the person in front of her, but she couldn't reach him at all: "Jian Zhendong, you have no conscience, Jian Zhendong, you are not allowed to leave, you are not allowed to leave! Come back!"

At night, in Jian's villa, came a mournful and pitiable cry from a woman.

And Jian Zhentang, had already disappeared without a trace.

Mrs. Jian sat at the front door and suddenly covered her face, bursting into tears.

Wails and sobs, some like the howling of wolves, echoed through the night, chilling to the bone.

The servants in the house dared not approach, all looking at Mrs. Jian at the doorstep. Her hair was disheveled, her clothes messy, and she sat slumped on the threshold, crying pitifully.

The head of the Jian family felt helpless. Who could have imagined that in a single night, the Jian family would crumble like this Mr. Jian rarely came back home. Even when he did, he only took something and left. The head of the household, Jian Zhendong, was gone, and the madam was acting like this. The eldest son was still hospitalized, and it was unclear if he would recover.

The Jian family, it's utter chaos!

The elderly housekeeper of the Jian family quietly retreated and walked to the phone, calling Jian Tong: "Miss, come back and have a look. Master... he hit Madam."

"The mistress is crying."

On the phone, Jian Tong asked nonchalantly, "Is Mr. Jian not at home Have him come and comfort her."

"Master has left, Madam wouldn't let Master leave, she chased after him and fell. She's crying now, Miss, please come back and see."

On the phone, Jian Tong, a young woman, held her phone to her ear and scoffed silently...Go back and look

Then what

Go comfort Lady Jian

But, she couldn't.

She was never given familial love, yet now she's expected to give it back to this mother of hers... She can't do that.

It was at this moment that a pleasant male voice suddenly came from the door: "Whose phone is it"

Jian Tong's heart skipped a beat, she didn't answer immediately, and said to the old butler on the phone, "It's getting late, you persuade Madam Jian, life still has to go on, wash up and get some sleep early, tomorrow morning she still has to take care of Young Master Jian."

The old housekeeper wanted to say something, but Jian Tong had already hung up the phone.

This time, she raised her head again and said, “It’s so late, Mr. Shen should be going back to his room to sleep.” She subtly urged him to leave.

"You are my wife." His eyes burned with intensity, staring at her like she was a delectable prey.

Suddenly, Jian Tong became alert, a warning bell ringing in his heart: "You promised, no forcing me."

She stubbornly raised her head, protesting silently.

If Shen Xiujin were to just turn around and leave like that, then he wouldn't be Shen Xiujin.

"I... little one, I haven't..."

"What did you say I can't hear you."

"...Three years..."

"Mr. Shen, what exactly do you want to say!" Jian Tong was a bit tired. After returning to S city from Erhai Lake, she faced off against Jian Zhending in a tense negotiation. In the end, Jian Zhending reluctantly handed over ninety percent of the shares of Jian Shi that he held,

Upon taking over Jian's family business, I realized it had been weathering a storm for quite some time. Even with Shen Xiuqin, Jian's family was walking a tightrope.

It took a lot of time and effort to sort things out, leaving her exhausted. To make matters worse, this man was behaving unusually, speaking in a strange way.

"Mr. Shen, what do you want to say!" I'm so tired, I could feel the danger right in front of me, but my eyelids were fighting fatigue.

She didn't even realize it, leaning against the bed, her back resting against the headboard, her head nodding up and down.

The next second, the bed sank, she was startled, the drowsiness momentarily retreated. She turned her head to look at the man beside her, her face flushed white and pale in turns, her lips gradually whitening: "You said..."

She was pulled suddenly, and the next moment, she was dragged into the bedding. The man beside her held her shoulder tightly, and a low, husky voice sounded in her ear:

"I haven't relieved my desires in three years."

Jian Tong was startled and pushed out with her hand.

That wrist, suddenly seized in the palm of someone's hand, held fast.

"You said it!" she exclaimed, a mixture of anger, despair, and unwillingness in her voice.

"I promised I wouldn't touch you. But I didn't promise not to do other things."

I'm so tired right now, I just want to fall asleep holding you. If you're a good boy/girl and let me hold you without moving, I promise, I won't do anything, just hold you and sleep.

Shen Xiujin's portrayal of "coercion" was impeccable: "Little one, truly, don't move. I haven't relieved myself in three years."

If you move again, I can't guarantee... that place is already unbearable," Jian Tong's face was even paler, the hot breath of the person beside her ear brushed against her earlobes, his voice hoarse, making her heart pound with fear, leaning against her ear: "Don't believe me Feel it"

Shameless!

Jian Tong's face flushed instantly, turning from red to white to blue.ght. He blinked, and once again, a serene smile resembling the Buddha of Maitreya appeared on his face. He acted nonchalantly and tried to get closer to Lu Mingchu.Lu Mingchu frowned slightly, without...