The 99th Divorce

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

How could… How could a person who was as proud as Li Sicheng be treated as that kind of creature? This was worse than killing him! Su Qianci sat on the sofa with her hand on her mouth, unable to holding back her tears. No, no! If this was the case, how could Li Sicheng accept it, how could he take it! She knew him, she knew him too well.

But similarly, his childhood sweetheart Tang Mengying also knew him like the back of her hand. She knew what to do to make him the most miserable, to cause him the greatest pain… Just using her imagination, Su Qianci felt there was no way she could survive. She wanted to see him! Tears fell uncontrollably. She felt like a big hand was holding her heart tightly, and it was difficult for her to breathe.

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The dark basement was a little damp. Darkness seeped through the air and the heart. The basement was very dark. In the basement, there was no way of telling whether it was day or night. One could not even see his fingers. In the darkness, there was the panting of a wild beast, hurried, crazy, and painful.

The sharp high-heels clicked on the floor, forming a brisk rhythm. Tang Mengying was humming a small tune. Obviously, she was in a good mood. The guard Jing Sao saw her come over, voluntarily took out the key, and opened an iron door and then a wooden door. In the end, she opened the iron railing to let her in. Carrying her purse and swaying her curvy body, Tang Mengying came in and turned the lights on for once.

The basement was separated by a solid iron cage, inside of which was a space of less than 50 square feet, with a toilet and toiletries. There was a simple plug-in electric water heater, in addition to a toilet, a mirror, a towel, a cup, a toothbrush, and a razor. Just outside the toilet, there was a small bed which was very clean and simple. There was only one pillow, one quilt, and one person.

Nothing else.

A man lay on it, curling himself up into a ball and holding his knees. His body and his head were all sweaty. Blue veins popped on his temples and his neck. His face flushed, and it was obvious that he was in great pain.

Because of the lack of sunshine all year round, his healthy wheat-colored skin had become pale. His skin was almost transparent, so pale that it was bluish. Even the veins were clear, looking tender and brutal. Li Sicheng held his body and gasped heavily. He saw that she came in and reached out from the iron cage. He shouted incoherently, "Give me, I, Tang…"

"Oh…" Tang Mengying took his hand and pulled him to touch her chest. "I will give it to you. You want me? Tell me… You want me or not? I'll give you everything."

His hand was twitching, but touching her soft palm, he still pulled his hand back.

"Give me… drug…"

"What did you say? I didn't hear it. Louder!" Tang Mengying deliberately smiled and turned to look at Jing Sao. "Open the door and I will serve him."

Hearing that, without any expression, Jing Sao took out the bunch of keys and opened the iron door.