Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"But the Second Master has instructed us to serve him well and not to trouble him any more..."

With a slap, the gangster stopped himself from speaking.

Zhao Han cursed the guard fiercely, "You are blind. I am Mr. Han's cousin! Even your boss has to give me some face! Besides, I will take the responsibility if anything goes wrong. What are you afraid of?"

"Do you want to offend me?"

"No, no, no, I don't dare."

The guards exchanged glances and sent one of them to drag Song Weiyu out.

Song Weiyu had no idea what she was going to do in the middle of the night, so he subconsciously protected himself.

"Zhao Han, you came here to cause trouble for me, does Lin Hu know?"

"Besides, are you really Han Guanshan's cousin? Oh, I advise you to stop, otherwise I will pay you back a hundredfold for the injuries you inflicted on me today."

Under the cold white light, Song Weiyu looked cool and noble.

Zhao Han looked at her. Even though her face was swollen, she was in a mess, and there were bloodstains on her face, it did not affect her dazzling beauty.

The more she watched, the angrier she became. She screamed at the thugs guarding her: "Chop off the finger on which she is wearing the wedding ring! Give it to her man tomorrow!"

But with Lin Hu's order, no one dared to move.

When Song Weiyu heard that Zhao Han was going to cut off her fingers, she looked at her suddenly, her mind frantically thinking about how to escape this disaster safely.

But the woman in front of her seemed to only want to take revenge on her in a bad way.

The hooligans shook their heads and said, "We really don't dare to do it. How about we hold him down for you and you do it yourself?"

The scream echoed in Song Weiyu's left ear. She ignored the strangeness in her ear and said, "Zhao Han, you are crazy! If you dare to cut my fingers today, I will really let Han Guanshan kill you!"

Zhao Han was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Who did you ask to kill me? Han Guanshan? My cousin? Would he kill me for you?"

"Yes! I promise."

It seemed like a huge joke, even the hooligans who were restraining her laughed.

Zhao Han raised his chin towards the gangsters, signaling them to hold it down, "Okay, then quickly let my cousin come and kill me. I want to see, after he returns, will he kill you or me first!"

One of the thugs grabbed Song Weiyu's already purple wrist and used brute force to bend the other four fingers, leaving only the ring finger.

The finger was pressed firmly against the edge of the table, with a machete next to it.

Song Weiyu turned around and yelled at the gangsters who came to help:

"Don't listen to her! Whoever of you goes to find Lin Yu now and calls him down, I'll give you as much money as you want, even 100 million is fine! I promise, not a penny less!"

The guys nearby were obviously tempted when they heard the amount.

One hundred million! With this amount of money, who would still hang out in nightclubs?

Zhao Han saw the hesitation in their eyes.

He cursed: "No matter how much money you have, you still need a life to spend it! Whoever dares to help her today, I will kill him first when Master Han comes back! Hold him down hard!"

"Besides, she's about to die, how can she give you money?"

This is also true.

Song Weiyu was held down by the two men on the shoulders. His ring finger wrapped in snow-white gauze formed a sharp contrast with the dark and dirty table top.

Zhao Han found the gauze annoying, so he simply grabbed her finger and pulled it off.

The medicine powder mixed with blood had already solidified into the strongest adhesive. When she pulled, the gauze instantly tore the wound open.

Fine beads of sweat instantly oozed out of her forehead, but Song Weiyu didn't care about the piercing pain. Her voice trembled slightly: "Zhao Han, whatever you want, I can give it to you."

"I want... you to live a life worse than death! I want you to experience the pain that I struggle with addiction every day!"

Struggling with addiction?

Sure enough, it was Han Guanshan’s medicine.

It must be that Fu Haitang recognized Han Guanshan's method and gave the drug to Zhao Han instead.

So, it was Zhao Han who deliberately approached Fu Haitang and drugged him?

Song Weiyu's frightened eyes immediately turned cold, and his tone was icy, "You are the one who made Fu Haitang like this? You drugged him!"

The medicine was indeed carried back by Zhao Han from Southeast Asia.

"So what? You want to avenge your ex-husband? You can't take care of yourself right now, so how can you be worthy?"

Song Weiyu thought of the layers of scars on Fu Haitang's body, the skin that healed and then got worse, and was repeatedly broken and infected.

I don't know where I got the strength from, and I forgot that my right hand was still in great pain.

He picked up the machete at hand and swung it at Zhao Han.

"what!"

The thugs were no fools, they quickly pulled her arm, but the blade still slid along Zhao Han's cheek, cutting a long, thin cut.

The narrow crack was opened by blood, and a deep cut appeared.

"Song Weiyu, how dare you disfigure me! Ah, blood!"

Zhao Han frantically grabbed the machete that was snatched away by the gangsters, "Hold her fingers for me! I want to chop them off and give them to Fu Haitang!"

The last note was roared out, and the knife fell fiercely.

The force was so great that the blade pierced through the bone and into the solid wooden tabletop, standing upright on the table.

Blood splattered...