Overwhelming ladies: Poor young wives come to flop

"Please, I, Yue Tingcheng, beg you not to hurt her." Yue Tingcheng was still begging Yan Ruqin persistently.

However, the more Yue Tingcheng looked concerned about Zhao Qingluo, the angrier Yan Ruqin became. She looked at Yue Tingcheng, as if her eyes had already been covered by hatred.

"Okay, Yue Tingcheng, I don't need to hurt her, so can you do as I ask?"

"Yes, yes, as long as you let Qingluo go." Seeing that Yan Ruqin finally let go, Yue Tingcheng quickly agreed to her.

Hearing Yue Tingcheng's answer, Yan Ruqin felt even more heartbroken. She took out a small knife from her pocket, held it in her hand, and shook it towards Yue Tingcheng.

Then he said coldly, "Okay, I can promise you to let Zhao Qingluo go, but someone must die here today. Since you want to save her so much, why don't you die instead of her?"

When Yue Tingcheng heard what Yan Ruqin said, he paused for a moment, seeing the sly smile on her face, his heart was filled with disappointment.

Looking at Zhao Qingluo who was tightly held by Yan Ruqin, Yue Tingcheng's heart was full of distress.

Zhao Qingluo held back her tears, met Yue Tingcheng's eyes, shook her head, and said softly, "No."

"Why, don't you dare? It turns out that your love is nothing more than this."

Seeing that Yue Tingcheng hadn't given a reply, Yan Ruqin showed an expression that she had seen through, and her voice was full of sarcasm.

"Okay, I promise you."

Hearing Yue Tingcheng's answer, Yan Ruqin looked up to the sky and laughed, and threw the knife in Yue Tingcheng's direction.

"You two really have a deep relationship. Unfortunately, after today, you may never be able to live happily together again."

"Yue Tingcheng! Look at my face, carefully look at the scars on my face, all of this is thanks to you!"

Yan Ruqin stared at Yue Tingcheng fiercely, and pointed to her face with one hand. She would never forget the pain in her heart back then.

With her youthful and beautiful appearance, Yan Ruqin has always been surrounded by those young princes.

No matter what she wants, as long as she pretends to be a lovely and pitiful Yangzi, a large group of people will love her and take the initiative to show her favor.

It is the age of Aimei, Yan Ruqin, like other little girls, attaches great importance to her appearance. However, the thing she hates most now is the mirror.

Every time she sees herself in the mirror who is no longer glamorous, Yan Ruqin will feel endless pain in her heart.

Yan Ruqin will never forget that when she just woke up from the hospital bed, the tingling sensation on her face made her involuntarily touch it with her hands, but she only touched the gauze that tightly wrapped her face.

At that moment, Yan Ruqin's heart completely collapsed. She yelled and made a fuss, looking at herself in the mirror, she slowly developed some inferiority complex that she had never had before.

The people around him laughed intentionally or unintentionally, and made sarcastic remarks to him. Apart from making Yan Ruqin feel sad, there was more resentment towards others in his heart.

She hated Yue Tingcheng's indifference towards her, hated that Zhao Qingluo could have Yue Tingcheng's favor, hated that everyone revolved around Zhao Qingluo
If Yan Ruqin used to live to find a good backer for herself, then now Yan Ruqin is full of hatred in her heart, and her purpose is only one, to take revenge on everyone.

"Yue Tingcheng, today I want you to experience for yourself how painful I was and how tormented I was."

"Yan Ruqin, what exactly do you want me to do? If you want me to die, well, you let Qingluo go, and I will die in front of you right now."

Zhao Qingluo's complexion was getting worse and worse, Yue Tingcheng was worried about her body, and said to Yan Ruqin anxiously.

"I want you to use a knife to draw a scar like mine on your face, and I want you to try my pain."

"Okay, I promise you, as long as you release the green radish." After speaking, Yue Tingcheng picked up the knife on the ground, touched his cheek with the tip of the knife, and slowly closed his eyes.

"No, Yue Tingcheng, I don't allow you to do anything, don't hurt yourself." Zhao Qingluo watched Yue Tingcheng about to slash his face with a knife, and shouted at him excitedly.

"Qingluo, I did all of this voluntarily, and I will not let you suffer any harm."

Yue Tingcheng looked at Zhao Qingluo affectionately, with a trace of firmness in his eyes, tightly holding the knife in his hand, and slashed fiercely at his face.

Bright red blood immediately flowed out from the scratched wound, and the tingling sensation from the knife tip made Yue Tingcheng's brows tightly locked together.

"Pa-da" Yue Tingcheng threw the knife in his hand to the ground, and the gravel on the ground was immediately stained with blood.

Yue Tingcheng covered the wound tightly with his hands, staring at Yan Ruqin with sharp eyes.

Seeing the bloody scars on Yue Tingcheng's face, Zhao Qingluo shouted excitedly, "Tingcheng, why are you so stupid, it's not worth it for me."

Yue Tingcheng looked at Zhao Qingluo, with a difficult smile on the corner of his mouth, and said softly, "It's worth it."

Zhao Qingluo immediately burst into tears, and her heart was full of heartache.

Seeing Yue Tingcheng's painful expression, Yan Ruqin felt an abnormal sense of satisfaction in her heart. She looked at Yue Tingcheng with a triumphant smirk.

"Admiration, really admiration, Yue Tingcheng, I didn't expect you to be so affectionate, hahahaha."

Seeing Yan Ruqin's frenzied behavior, Yue Tingcheng felt that there was no cure, so he endured the pain of the wound and said coldly, "Yan Ruqin, I have done as you said, are you satisfied? Let the green radish go!"

Yan Ruqin had already lost her mind, and her psychological distortion had long since made her forget basic morality. Yue Tingcheng's obedience only made her worse.

"Yue Tingcheng, since you can destroy your face for Zhao Qingluo, why don't you just kill yourself for her, how about it?"

"Yan Ruqin, how can you go back on your word, you clearly promised..."

"Promise, what did I promise you, huh?"

Yan Ruqin looked at Yue Tingcheng with a puzzled face, her words were full of provocation.

"I just asked you to draw a scar on your face, but I didn't promise you to let Zhao Qingluo go."

Yan Ruqin smiled triumphantly, Yue Tingcheng saw Yan Ruqin being so dishonest, there was nothing he could do.

"Okay, if I commit suicide in front of you now, can you promise me to let Zhao Qingluo go?" Yue Tingcheng said helplessly to Yan Ruqin, his tone already had the hint of pleading.

"Okay, I promise you, as long as you can do it, I will release Zhao Qingluo immediately."

"What if you can't do it." Yan Ruqin's back-and-forth has already caused Yue Tingcheng to lose the last trace of trust in her.

"Yue Tingcheng, now you are begging me, do you think you are qualified to make a choice? Let me tell you, if you don't stab yourself with the knife, then the knife in my hand will be stabbed at Zhao Qingluo's neck A hole has been made."

Yan Ruqin increased the strength in her hand, and the marks left by the sharp point of the knife on Zhao Qingluo's neck became more and more obvious.

"Stop..." Yue Tingcheng quickly stopped Yan Ruqin, looking worriedly at Zhao Qingluo who was in her hands.

"Okay, I'll just do it, but I beg you, don't hurt Qingluo."

"Yue Tingcheng, listen to me, if you dare to die before me, I will never let you go in the next life, the next life, or the next eighteen lives!" Zhao Qingluo shouted to Yue Tingcheng with tears in her eyes.

Yue Tingcheng smiled when he heard Zhao Qingluo's words. Zhao Qingluo had said this to him a long time ago.

That was when they first got together, Zhao Qingluo took Yue Tingcheng to visit the elderly in the nursing home.

Zhao Qingluo has been doing volunteer work here, and there is an old woman who treats her very well, and every time Zhao Qingluo comes, she will give Zhao Qingluo the delicious food she has saved.

After Yue Tingcheng followed Zhao Qingluo to visit the old lady, he said to Zhao Qingluo with some emotion, "I must die before you in the future, otherwise I would be so boring by myself."

Zhao Qingluo, who was still happily eating ice cream, immediately changed her face when she heard Yue Tingcheng say that, and said exactly the same sentence to Yue Tingcheng.

Yue Tingcheng looked at Zhao Qingluo dumbfounded, patted her head dotingly, and asked her why.

"If you die before me, I will be left alone, how can this be!"

Zhao Qingluo's angry appearance really made Yue Tingcheng helpless, so he had no choice but to coax her immediately, promising to stay with her all the time.

But now, Yue Tingcheng might renege on his promise.

"Qingluo, I'm sorry, I may have to break my promise to you, but it doesn't matter, as long as you are well, I promise to let you pester me for eighteen lifetimes."

Zhao Qingluo burst into tears and kept shaking her head at Yue Tingcheng, "No, Yue Tingcheng, you have no right to die for me."

Yan Ruqin looked at the two of them with an impatient face, and said to Yue Tingcheng indifferently, "Yue Tingcheng, do you decide or not? Do you want to do it?"

"Yan Ruqin, you'd better do what you say."

After finishing speaking, Yue Tingcheng picked up the knife on the ground and stabbed at his lower abdomen without hesitation.

"what"

Yue Tingcheng yelled, his hands slowly dropped, and he fell to his knees on the ground.

Looking at Zhao Qingluo with his eyes, the corners of his mouth were still smiling, and every scene of getting along with Zhao Qingluo flashed in his mind.

The laughter in the sun, the noise when cooking together, and even the quarrel at work are all beautiful memories of the two of them.

Yue Tingcheng seemed to have seen the scene when he saw Zhao Qingluo for the first time again. Zhao Qingluo accidentally knocked over his coffee. Yue Tingcheng grabbed her wrist roughly and yelled loudly.

"Hey, do you have eyes?"

Zhao Qingluo looked unwilling to admit defeat, and was not frightened by his scolding at all, but instead fought hard with him.

"You didn't pay attention yourself, why are you so fierce?"

Yue Tingcheng was stuck in the memories of the past, looked at Zhao Qingluo with a smile, and slowly fell to the ground.