Chapter 1485 - Don’t Even Think of Ever Getting Rid of Me (1/2)

While Wen Xinya was peacefully enjoying her loving times with Si Yiyan, things were tumultuous over at Ning Shuqian’s end. After Zhang Hui’s return, Ning Shuqian’s reckless behavior from her wandering past, her twisted mentality from escaping for more than twenty years, as well as her shameless and evil innate characteristics were thoroughly displayed on herself.

He had hidden Ning Yuya, taken her ten million yuan of ransom, tortured her at his will, and had yet to stop there. Not only did he treat her as an ATM, asking her for money frequently, using her money to purchase branded clothes, luxurious cars, expensive mansions, fooled around with girls, and even treated her as a tool for his sexual needs.

Under his extravagant spending, she already had not much private savings left. As she was afraid that Wen Haowen would find something amiss, she had been living in fear recently.

Luckily, it was the end of the year and Wen Haowen had been too busy in the office, frequently worked overtime, and mostly crashed on the bed upon returning. She had been able to escape with excuses for the few times when Wen Haowen asked about it.

Although Wen Haowen was unhappy about this, he didn’t suspect anything either, and this made her heave a sigh of relief.

However, at the same time, she was also deeply anxious. She didn’t know if this could still go on any longer. Wen Haowen didn’t like to be rejected. While the first few times could be treated as flirting, the next couple of times would cause unhappiness, and anything more than that would only affect Wen Haowen’s feelings for her.

Moreover, as a woman, she knew better than anyone else that a woman’s body was the real weapon to manipulate men. Wen Haowen had always been lustful, and whenever he couldn’t satisfy his needs with a woman, he would look for it from other women.

Up till now, she already couldn’t be sure whether Zhang Hui’s appearance was related to Wen Xinya.

If everything had been Wen Xinya’s act of revenge, given that Zhang Hui had been on the run for murder for more than twenty years with unknown whereabouts and even if he was still alive, how did she know that Zhang Hui didn’t die and managed to find him?

If it wasn’t part of Wen Xinya’s revenge, why didn’t Zhang Hui appear earlier or later, but right at the time when their plans to deal with Old Mr. Mo failed and after Xia Ruya had been punished with the accident?

Was this purely coincidental?

“B*tch, why are you pretending to be an innocent girl—even a prostitute has more class than you.” At least when he went to the hotel, he had to pay for pleasure—this was called fair trade. On the other hand, not only did Ning Shuqian this slutty b*tch offered herself to others, she had to pay them instead.

Zhang Hui pulled up his pants and looked at the woman who had been badly tortured by him lying down on the bed with a look of despise.

“Zhang Hui, please let me go. You wanted our daughter back and I’ve agreed. You wanted money and I’ve given it to you. What else do you want?”

Ning Shuqian bore with the immense pain all over her body and put on her clothes. She no longer had that arrogant attitude when she first saw Zhang Hui, instead only left with begging and pleading.

Facing with Zhang Hui’s recklessness and shamelessness, she was totally helpless.

She had originally wanted someone to do Zhang Hui in. After all, he was a murderer on the loose for more than twenty years and was still in the listing of missing persons. Even if she had killed him, the police wouldn’t know.

However, she didn’t know how far did Zhang Hui exactly travel. Previously, when he ran away at Yunchuan, he was actually involved with a slightly powerful character, lived in the lap of luxury in the Capital city, and her attempts had all failed. She finally knew that Zhang Hui was from the underworld, had people that he could depend on, and couldn’t be easily settled with mere money.

As she was afraid that Zhang Hui would detect her intentions, she no longer dared to engage people to kill him.

Zhang Hui didn’t fall into Ning Shuqian’s ploy of acting pitiful and cursed her. “B*tch, why are you acting pitiful towards me? You wanna get rid of me with that bit of money—fat hope.”

This period, whereby he had money, a house, a car, and women to play with, was a far cry from his twenty-odd years of being on the run and suffering all kinds of hardship and attitudes. This heavenly life also made Zhang Hui even more determined to stick to Ning Shuqian for his entire life—how could he let her go easily?