Robbery of a wealthy family: Husband in prison marriage is too cruel

Chu Qingli's eyelids twitched, and she quickly tore up the paper ball and threw it into the trash can.

Just as he was in a hurry to tidy up, the person at the door of the ward also appeared.

Sure enough, it was not the attending doctor in a white coat, but two strong men.

She knew Yang Chenjin's two most powerful bodyguards, Zhang Hua and Long Hu.

There was panic in his eyes, and he couldn't help but flinch back.

"What do you want to do!"

Perhaps her reaction was too great, causing a trace of unbearableness to flash in Zhang Hua's eyes, and explained: "Mrs. Yang, Mr. Yang asked us to take you back."

Taking her back at this time, wouldn't all the hard work she had done before be gone?

Chu Qingli gritted her teeth before she was about to speak, but Longhu gave her a cold look.

"Mrs. Yang, President Yang said that he will bring you back at all costs. I hope you will cooperate."

Chu Qingli's heart ached, and she grabbed the sheets tightly: "What if I don't cooperate?"

Longhu's eyes darkened.

"Mrs. Yang, please don't embarrass us."

"I won't go." Chu Qingli said firmly, "Tell Yang Chenjin that I have to take care of my father now. His condition is getting worse, so I won't go anywhere."

All the compromises were only because of my father and the Chu family.

If she couldn't even keep her father and the Chu family, why should she compromise?
"Mrs. Yang." Longhu smiled half-smile, "Do you think you have the right to say no?"

In the Yang family, her status is worse than that of an ant, which is well known.

Chu Qingli smiled bitterly, quickly pulled out the needle on the back of her hand, and pointed it at her carotid artery.

"If you come hard, of course I can't refuse, but..."

His eyes suddenly became indifferent and determined, "I can choose how to die."

Zhang Hua looked at each other, Zhang Hua said: "Mrs. Yang, you have done this."

He actually used his life to force him!
Long Hua didn't take it seriously: "Mrs. Yang, you have too much to let go of here, how could you die in peace, don't deceive yourself."

If you sincerely want to die, when the Yang family has been treated so badly, there are plenty of opportunities to commit suicide.

It's been so hard to survive until now, I want to die...it's impossible.

Chu Qingli pursed her lips: "You know me, I really didn't have the determination to die before."

Because no matter how difficult the situation is, I always believe that after the rain, the sky will clear and the clouds will clear.

After all, she really has too much to let go, that's why she is restrained everywhere.

But now, can it be the same?

"My father is seriously ill. If I can't take care of him for the last time, I'd rather die than live."

"If you don't believe me, you can try it!"

Seeing Longhu take a step forward, Chu Qingli's hand holding the needle moved closer to the carotid artery.

The tip of the needle is sharp, and when it touches the skin, thin blood oozes from the wound.

"Don't be impulsive!" Zhang Hua stopped Longhu from moving forward, frowning deeply.

"Mrs. Yang, it's really difficult for us to explain what you are doing."

"It's just hard for you to explain, but I regret it all my life." Chu Qingli didn't flinch at all, and there was no room for negotiation.

This is her bottom line.

Zhang Hua sighed.

"Mrs. Yang, it's not just that it's hard to explain. People are always selfish. If we let you, we will..."

Long Hu withdrew his gaze from staring at Chu Qingli's hand holding the needle, and interrupted Zhang Hua: "Let's go."

"Just leave like this?" Zhang Hua was incredulous.

"Mr. Yang will not let us go if we are killed." Long Hu analyzed rationally.

Zhang Hua thought about it and nodded: "Let's go."

The two turned around with clean steps.

Chu Qingli was moved, his hands relaxed, and he said to the backs of the two in a low voice: "Thank you very much."

Longhu replied: "No need."

Before Chu Qingli could react, the pillow in her hand had been knocked off, and then both hands were restrained by Longhu.

She was trembling with anger: "You... cheat!"

How could she believe that they would let her go!Yang Chen likes the people around him, how easy is it!

"Sorry, Mrs. Yang, we also have unavoidable difficulties." Zhang Hua apologized.

"It's really hard." Chu Qingli smiled wryly, her face was gloomy and defeated.

"We are just acting according to orders. I hope you will cooperate so that you will suffer less." Zhang Hua sighed, courteously.

"You don't want to get too stiff and argue with us. It's better to explain to Mr. Yang."

Chu Qingli immediately calmed down.

Knowing that it was inevitable, I lowered my eyes.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

When Luo Linlin came in with the attending physician, there was no one in the ward.

The attending physician looked at Luo Linlin: "Aren't you taking care of the patient all the time? Where's the patient?"

Luo Linlin looked depressed and bewildered: "I don't know either."

The attending physician emphasized his tone: "You don't know?"

Luo Linlin flipped the quilt and smiled: "Don't worry, maybe she's too bored, just walk in the corridor, I'll go find her."

"Come on, I have other things to do."

"soon."

When Chu Qingli walked into the room, it was very dark.

Yang Chen sat under the window sill against the light, his face could be seen flickering, and the whole body was shrouded in a shadow of terror.

The breath in the air was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

But even then, she had to go inside and face the man who terrified her.

"Young Master Yang."

Hearing the shout, Yang Chen raised his eyes.

There was a gloomy hostility in his eyes, like a storm gathering on the sea.

Chu Qingli couldn't help taking a step back.

Think of your purpose, tell yourself to calm down, take a deep breath,
Let the mood calm down: "Young Master Yang, my father is seriously ill, and I want to take care of him."

Yang Chenjin didn't say a word, still looking at her with gloomy eyes.

The whole body's aura is about to rain.

Even if you want to torture her, the worst result is nothing more than that.

Chu Qingli forced herself not to back down, and continued the conversation.

"Young Master Yang, my father is seriously ill this time. As a man and a child, I want to accompany him...to recover from his illness."

After waiting for a long time, Yang Chenjin still did not speak.

Chu Qingli bit her lower lip and said hesitantly, "I have already promised Mrs. Zheng that she would give me one month to investigate the cause of Miss Zheng's death."

Mentioning Zheng Youxue, Yang Chenjin's hands trembled.

Huo Di got up and walked towards her step by step with a dark aura.

Chu Qingli stood still, her gaze neither dodging nor dodging.

This is the best she can do.

Zheng Youxue's death hurt Mrs. Zheng the most, and Mrs. Zheng was willing to give her time to prove her innocence.

She hoped that Yang Chenjin could also give it.

A month is not long.

But it can change her fate.

"I know you don't believe me, but I still hate me, but it's okay, I promise you and Mrs. Zheng."

"If a month can't prove my innocence, I will volunteer to accompany Miss Zheng."

Yang Chenjin finally walked up to Chu Qingli.

Taking advantage of his height, he looked down at her from above.

His eyes were indifferent: "Do you want to die?"

The suspicion and dissatisfaction in the words were clearly heard.

Chu Qingli smiled wryly and shook her head: "I don't want to, that's under the premise of failure."

"If you don't want to die, why are you pretending to be noble with me!" Yang Chenjin grabbed her chin with waves surging in his eyes.

"Chu Qingli, always pretending, aren't you tired?"

Of course I'm tired.But in front of him, does she need to pretend?
His gaze was like a blade, piercing the skin of her disguise long ago.

What he likes most is to admire her naked and unconcealable embarrassment.

The force from the chin was so heavy that it hurt her chin.

Chu Qingli raised her head slightly, feeling the pain in the back of her head getting worse.

She stubbornly pursed her lips, but there was no flinching in her eyes.

"I hope Young Master Yang will give me a chance."

Yang Chenjin is a businessman, businessmen don't care how deep their opponent's wounds are, what they care about is how much benefit the opponent can give.

Since she couldn't explain it, she simply didn't explain it.

Anyway, all he wanted was a result, so she presented the result to him——

The worst outcome is just one life.

Yang Chen looked down at her with a look of embarrassment in his eyes.

"Chu Qingli, why do you think I will give you a chance?"

His eyes were too indifferent, too mocking, too disgusting.

Even if it is not the first time to see such eyes, such a close distance, so clearly presented.

It still made her heart tense.

Chu Qingli said: "Young Master Yang has no shortage of objects to play with and torture, but you lack the answers you want."

As a victim of this incident, no one knows Zheng Youxue's position in this man's heart better than her.

And... this man's obsession with the truth of Zheng Youxue's death.

What he wants is the truth and the murderer, what she wants is innocence and freedom.

This time, it was not she begging him, but an exchange.

In terms of emotion and reason, he is not at a loss.

Yang Chen sneered, and raised his beautifully shaped thin lips, drawing a cool arc.

"You know me well."

The strength of the chin suddenly increased, and then Chu Qingli felt dizzy, and his back hurt, and he was thrown onto the bed by his gravity.

Before he could react, his slender body leaned down.

"I said I hate women who think they're smart."

"And you, not only pretend to be smart, but also selfish and cunning."

"If you want to escape from my control, dream!"

"Chu Qingli, don't you want me, you want me by any means? I'll satisfy you!"

"Chu Qingli, You Xue is not comparable to you, even if you die, you will not be able to bring back her life."

"Chu Qingli, accept your fate and use the rest of your life to pay off Youxue's debt!"

……

Rude hands ripped apart the thin clothes, leaving traces of him over and over again.

There is no tenderness, only endless venting.

She struggled to no avail, and met his eyes that looked like a bottomless abyss, as if she lost her way in the dark abyss inside and couldn't get out.

His hatred was like a tide, and along with his passion, it hit her inside again and again.

She screamed, she blocked, she begged...it was all hopeless...

The injury on the back of the head seemed to be cracked, and the pain was so painful that she couldn't find it.

I don't know how long, in the endless humiliation and numbness, his sanity was gradually overwhelmed.

……

Chu Qingli opened his eyes, and what he saw was a gloomy silence.

The room is small, and the light coming in from the window is so faint that there are only dots.

Gray and sluggish.

There is still a faint musky after-joy smell in the air.

She looked down at herself, her clothes were disheveled, and she described her as embarrassed as a waif on the street.

...Chu Qingli, how did you get into such a state?
The phone on the bed is ringing.

With a glance, it was her cell phone.

Rowling's call.

Answer in a hurry.

"Xiao Li, uncle is in critical condition, come and see uncle!"