"Miss Su, we were blind and foolish to agree to sign with that bastard Su Wenchao."
Slap!
As they spoke, they slapped themselves.
"We know we were wrong. We've already sent Su Wenchao packing. Please, Miss Su, give us another chance."
Slap!
Another slap followed.
"We won't sign with anyone but Miss Su!"
Slap!
The three of them took turns speaking and slapping themselves, kneeling and begging for forgiveness. In less than two minutes, their faces were swollen and red, looking utterly pathetic, with none of the arrogance of company presidents.
"You, you all, what are you doing?"
Su Muqiu was in a state of shock and confusion from start to finish, her heart pounding wildly, eyes wide in disbelief.
These people... have they gone mad?
Why would they suddenly come over and kowtow to apologize to her?
It's just a contract.
If anyone's to blame, it's Su Wenchao for being despicable, not them. Why go to such lengths?
"Please, get up..."
In a daze, Su Muqiu instinctively reached out to help them up, but when she tried to help Zhao Yongrong, she suddenly noticed something was off. She glanced at Zhao Yongrong's left hand, her gaze sharpening as she asked, "President Zhao, what happened to your hand?"
Only then did she notice Zhao Yongrong's left arm was wrapped in a white bandage, hanging from his neck, seemingly injured. The sleeve of his left arm was empty, with no hand in sight.
"Miss Su, here."
Zhao Yongrong didn't answer but instead took out a wooden box about twenty centimeters long and handed it to Su Muqiu.
"What is this?"
Su Muqiu's brows furrowed tighter, unable to understand what Zhao Yongrong was up to. She took the box, opened it, and glanced inside.
"Ah!!!"
The next moment, a piercing scream erupted.
Su Muqiu's face changed dramatically, her heart racing, her scalp tingling as she instinctively stepped back a few steps. Her hands shook, and the wooden box slipped from her grip, falling to the floor at her feet.
"President Zhao, your hand! Your hand!"
Connecting the dots with Zhao Yongrong's empty sleeve, Su Muqiu immediately understood that the box contained Zhao Yongrong's severed left hand for some unknown reason!
"Miss Su, I was wrong!"
Zhao Yongrong spoke sincerely, "I was audacious before, like a toad lusting after a swan, using this hand to touch Miss Su's leg. Now I've severed my left hand as punishment, hoping to earn Miss Su's forgiveness..."
Bang!
With that, he knocked his head heavily on the floor at Su Muqiu's feet.
"You, you all..."
Su Muqiu was completely petrified, her body stiff, her mind in chaos, as if she were dreaming. She couldn't believe it: "Why are you doing this? Who? Who sent you?"
"Please forgive us, Miss Su!"
However, Zhao Yongrong and the others continued to kowtow and apologize to Su Muqiu, not answering her questions at all.
Xiao Zhan stood silently behind Su Muqiu.
However, in his mind, he thought, "Duan Yihong's efficiency is quite impressive. Just one message, and these guys obediently came to apologize."
Touched my wife's leg?
Deserves punishment!
"Please, don't do this. Get up."
Of course, Su Muqiu remembered the incident where Zhao Yongrong touched her leg, but she was kind-hearted, not the type to be ruthless. She wouldn't go so far as to have Zhao Yongrong's left hand severed. Seeing his empty sleeve, she felt a pang of sympathy and urged, "President Zhao, you should go to the hospital and get that properly bandaged. We can talk about other things later."
"If Miss Su doesn't forgive us, we won't get up!"
The three of them were resolute, showing no signs of joking.
Su Muqiu was utterly perplexed but didn't press further, nodding, "I forgive you, I forgive you. Now go, hurry to the hospital."
"Really?"
The three exchanged glances, secretly relieved, and finally stood up.
Just then, Xiao Zhan's phone rang. It was a message from an unknown number, but he recognized it from the information the Major General had given him.
The owner should be Su Wenchao!
Su Wenchao had been beaten by Xiao Zhan, yet he dared to contact him proactively, which was quite unexpected. This chapter was taken from novelping.com without permission.
So, he opened the message and took a look.
"Courting death!!!"
With just one glance, Xiao Zhan's pupils contracted sharply. His previously calm expression turned icy cold, and a murderous aura emanated from his brow.
The message was simple, starting with a sentence: "Brother-in-law, I just found out that not only was your cousin defiled by another man five years ago and had a bastard child, but she hasn't been idle these past five years either. She's been living it up outside, fooling around with all sorts of men, practically a public bus. Yet you remain devoted to her. As a man, I feel sorry for you!"
Below were the so-called "evidences."
Five photos in total, all showing Su Muqiu in intimate contact with different men, with backgrounds including streets, bars, and hotel rooms. The men included Zhao Yongrong, President Li, and President Wang!
The very three standing in front of Xiao Zhan at this moment.
"Wife, weren't you planning to go shopping later? Get your things ready; I'll see them out." Xiao Zhan stepped forward.
"You?"
That one word, "wife," left Su Muqiu momentarily dazed.
"Let's go."
Xiao Zhan didn't mention the photos to Su Muqiu. Instead, he ushered Zhao Yongrong and the others out, closing the Su Family's door behind him.
"Are you Miss Su's husband?"
"The violent maniac?"
"The rapist?"
Zhao Yongrong and the others cast Xiao Zhan strange looks, clearly puzzled as to why someone with Su Muqiu's formidable background would marry a man like Xiao Zhan.
Xiao Zhan knew what they were thinking, so he asked, "Did Duan Yihong send you?"
"Duan Yihong..."
The three were taken aback, momentarily unable to react.
"Duan Yihong."
Xiao Zhan uttered a name.
Instantly, their faces turned ashen, their eyes wide as saucers, staring at Xiao Zhan as if they'd seen a ghost in broad daylight, filled with shock and disbelief.