My Ex-Wife Disappeared for Years and Had My Babies-Chapter 176 - 129: Perish Together with the Devil

Chapter 176 -129: Perish Together with the Devil

Raising her hand to gesture, she said, “Actually, I came here today to tell you about my divorce from him.”

Mrs. Tang turned her head in confusion and asked Tang Shaosheng, “What is Yanyan saying?”

“She said she’s a bit tired and wants to be alone for a while.”

“Oh, is that so! Then Yanyan, rest well, we’ll go ahead and leave, make sure you eat your meal properly.”

Ziyan sighed softly, watching them walk towards the door. However, Tang Shaosheng and Mrs. Tang talked amongst themselves, saw Mrs. Tang to the door, and then he came back in.

“Give birth to a child for me before we divorce.”

Ziyan was so furious inside that if she could speak, she would definitely have cursed out loud, but now she could only glare at him with resentment.

Who was the one who didn’t want kids at first? Her miscarriage last time was also his doing on purpose, and now he wants her to have a child for him before they divorce, doesn’t he find it ridiculous?

Ignoring the resentment in her eyes, Tang Shaosheng sat down beside the bed, scooped up a spoonful of rice and brought it to her mouth, “Eat this and then we can go back.”

Ziyan swept her hand away, the silver spoon fell to the ground with a clear sound.

Tang Shaosheng stood up, brushed off the grains of rice from his pants, and sneered at her, “Getting a divorce is not a skill, the real challenge is escaping from my control!”

Ziyan felt a rush of blood to her head, her head spun and hurt more, and her breathing became rapid. Suddenly, she recalled what he had said: There’s only one way to leave me… and that is death.

The meal wasn’t finished and the IV drip was only half done when Tang Shaosheng dragged her away.

Ignoring Mrs. Tang’s worried shouts, the car had already disappeared into the curtain of rain…

Ziyan didn’t even have time to put on her shoes before getting in the car, and by the time she sat in the seat, her dress had already been nearly soaked by the rain, and she sat there shivering.

From the side, she heard his voice colder than the rain, “I’ve played with so many women, and never killed any, you could be the first.”

Ziyan, who was usually accustomed to ignoring him, was also enraged, immediately raising her hand, her expression and hand movements expressing her anger at that moment.

“Do you think I would be afraid of dying!?”

Tang Shaosheng chuckled softly, did not answer, but without warning, slammed on the brakes…

After the car stopped, Ziyan looked up blankly, and a warm liquid immediately flowed down her forehead into her eyes.

“Not afraid of death, huh?” Before Ziyan could respond, there was a “click” sound at the car door, “Get out.”

Ziyan wiped the blood that seeped into her eyes, stepped out of the car, barely steadied herself on the ground when the car sped away, leaving behind only the splash of water on her.

Rainwater mixed with the blood on her forehead, staining the white dress, which clung tightly to her skin once it got wet.

Very cold.

Ziyan didn’t know how she managed to walk to the city center. The only thought in her mind now was death, but it had to include that man as well!

She stopped in front of a hardware store, and the owners of adjacent stores stuck their heads out to look at the strange woman.

Ignoring the strange looks around her, Ziyan walked barefoot into the hardware store, saw the paper and pen on the counter, and wrote a sentence: “I need a fruit knife.”

The shopkeeper started with concern, “Young lady, don’t be impulsive, go to the hospital first? Shall I call 120 for you?”

Ziyan looked around and her gaze landed on the knife section; she walked straight over, picked a small fruit knife, and came back, only to discover she had no money in the pocket of her dress.

The shopkeeper’s wife, not wanting to get involved, quickly said, “It’s free! Just go!”

Ziyan bowed in gratitude, grasped the small knife in her hand, and once again stepped into the rain like a zombie.

Now, the thought that kept her going was to perish together with Tang Shaosheng, that devil.

When she got back home, she soaked in the bathtub for over an hour, and only when the water turned cold did she shiver and wake up.

It felt as if all the cells in her body were dead. She wrapped herself in a bathrobe, checked the time, and it was three in the afternoon.

She placed the fruit knife under her pillow, unable to resist the discomfort of her body, and collapsed onto the bed…

Su Nian always felt that something weird was about to happen today, she turned her head to look at the gloomy sky outside, the rain was gradually easing, but the sky was still oppressively dark and overcast.

Perhaps it’s this oppressive weather that’s making everyone’s mood strange, right?

“Sister Niannian, your relationship with Mr. Shen is so good, you must be able to go to the ‘Glory Banquet’ tonight, can you sneak a few photos for me?”

Glory Banquet?

Su Nian remembered that name; she had sneaked in with Shen Han before, and those who attended the banquet were prominent people from all walks of life.

Either having power and wealth or extraordinary abilities.

“Why would I go there? I have plans tonight.”

Wei Lan questioned with suspicion, “Didn’t Mr. Shen invite you to go as his companion or something?”

“He doesn’t lack companions.”

Wei Lan felt a pang of pity, “Ah, I really wanted to see what the interior of this mysterious gathering looked like!”

“Why can’t your senior go?” teased Su Nian.

“With his family background, he should have been invited, right? But he’s out of town on a business trip, said he won’t be back until next Monday.”

“It’s nothing fun, just a bunch of rich people showing off their wealth. It’s better to stay home, catch up on some sleep, and watch a movie.”

“But I’m curious!”

Just as Wei Lan was showing regretful admiration, Su Nian received a message from Jin Qiu.

After reading it, Su Nian handed it to Wei Lan: “Don’t scream after you read this.”

“What is it?!” Wei Lan covered her mouth in delight as soon as she saw it: “Wow! Wow! Qiuqiu, I love you so much!”

The message on the phone screen read: Glory Banquet! My Gege managed to get four invitation cards, you’re all included! Finish work and meet up at the ‘Floral Season Salon’! Dinner’s on me tonight!

After work, Su Nian first dropped Wei Lan off at the salon before turning back to pick up her two kids, mainly to see if Liang Yizhou had something to discuss with her.

Upon returning home, Su Zhen was dressed in a black cocktail dress, looking every bit the little princess.

“Mom! Hurry up and change.”

Confused, Su Nian followed her daughter upstairs and saw her pulling a gift box from her own wardrobe: “What’s this?”

“Mom, you need to change quickly! Uncle Liang is going to pick us up soon… soon!”

Kneeling down, Su Nian looked at Su Zhen: “Baby, tell mom where we’re going.”

“Just go change! It’s a surprise, I can’t tell you.”

Su Bao was also dressed in a little suit, but his expression was stern, probably from Su Zhen pestering him to wear it.

Under her daughter’s urging, Su Nian changed into her clothes in a daze.

Su Zhen quickly made a call to Shen Hanxiu.

Listening on the side, Su Bao glanced at several tickets-like papers that Su Zhen had taken out from her backpack, confirmed their content, then turned and went out to the balcony with his phone: “Uncle Liang, are you free today?”

Liang Yizhou paused his work on the other end of the line: “What’s up?”

“My mom wants to go out and was wondering if you could be her male companion. Can you make it?”

Liang Yizhou glanced at an invitation card beside him, choosing to accept nonetheless: “Sure, should I go to your house to find you guys?”

“No need, head to the Glory Banquet; we’ll wait for you there.”

Liang Yizhou was stunned; he was going there tonight, why was Su Nian going as well?

After hanging up, Su Bao walked back into the house to find that Su Nian had already changed and was coming out.

Shen Hanxiu had good taste; the clothes he picked were beyond reproach.

A black floor-length gown accentuated Su Nian’s fair skin, giving her a gentle and dignified appearance, neither too conservative nor too coquettish, hitting just the right note.

“Mom, we have to go now, or we’ll be late.”

“Shouldn’t we call to check where Uncle Liang is?”

“No need, Uncle Liang’s car is already waiting for us downstairs.”

Confused, Su Nian went downstairs with her children, but there was no sign of Liang Yizhou. Instead, an especially noticeable black stretch Lincoln waited at the curb, and the person who greeted them wasn’t Liang Yizhou.

Worried that Su Zhen had been recklessly deceived and was about to be kidnapped along with her and Su Bao, Su Nian glanced at the driver who held the door open for them and asked Su Zhen: “Baby, are you sure he’s sent by Uncle Liang?”

Su Zhen’s gaze shifted, clearly not revealing that he was Shen’s man.

“Of course! He’s the driver sent by Uncle Liang to pick us up. Mom, stop asking and hurry in the car!”

Under her daughter’s persistence, Su Nian hesitantly got into the vehicle, analyzing from Su Zhen’s words that it was Liang Yizhou who had sent the dress and was he planning another surprise?

She felt uneasy, could it be that Liang Yizhou wanted… to confess or even propose?

But that didn’t seem right; Su Zhen was biased towards Shen Hanxiu, so why would she help Liang Yizhou?

As Su Nian was pondering without a solution, the car stopped on a bustling street, and only when she saw the man standing by the entrance of the salon across the street did she realize that she had been duped by these little rascals!

At that moment, the rain had stopped, and the streets were only left with the stains from the rain, and the time had reached 6 pm.

In the dimly lit bedroom, Ziyan slowly opened her eyes, feeling slightly better, but her body was sweaty, and she felt something off as she moved…

Turning her head, she saw Tang Shaosheng’s face in deep sleep, causing her mind to short circuit as she recalled what happened before she fell asleep.

With him now holding her so tenderly, she felt as if the incident where he hit her head and chased her out of the car was just a dream.

As her consciousness returned, so did her hatred toward him, and as she watched his peaceful, gentler than usual sleeping face and his tight embrace, Ziyan looked away.

Gently removing his hand, she reached for the fruit knife under her pillow, only to realize she was attached to an IV drip.

Ziyan slowly sat up on the bed, the alcohol swab that had been on her forehead fell onto the blanket, causing her hand to pause.

It was always like this; after tormenting her to near death, he would again play the role of the caring husband, muddling her hatred. But this time, she couldn’t soften, she had been fooled enough.

Every time she saw his gentleness, thinking he had changed, he would reveal his devilish nature again.

Ziyan pulled out the bothersome needle due to nervousness, her breathing became rapid, and looking at him still in deep sleep, her hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

Avoiding looking at his gentle face now, not thinking about him coming back to tend to her wounds, Song Ziyan, stabbing down will be a release…

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