My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Shi Jin sat up straight: Tell me, who is your master?

Han Miao was sweating profusely on his forehead and avoided his gaze: No one.

Shi Jin was not in a hurry and drank the wine in his glass slowly: On the day of the car accident, who ordered you to lure my people away?

Having deceived so many pairs of eyes, this face does look similar to outsiders.

She gritted her teeth and refused to admit it. She dug her nails into her palms and forced herself to stay rational: I, I don't know what you are talking about?

Well trained and loyal.

Shi Jin put down the wine glass, held her chin, raised it, and drank the remaining half of the glass of water.

She was forced to look up, water rolled down her throat, and she choked to tears.

Shi Jin let go of her and took out a tissue to wipe his hands.

She immediately went to pick her throat, but nothing came out. She coughed and her face turned red: What did you put in the water?

Shi Jin wiped his hands, but they still felt dirty. He took out a few more paper towels, poured some wine on them, and wiped his fingers clean one by one: Ask your master, he has eaten it for me before.

The medicine Tang Yan prescribed was a special psychiatric drug. He had also taken it on the night Qin Yunfei was killed. It had a very good hallucinogenic effect.

Han Miao felt weak all over and couldn't even sit still. She leaned on the coffee table. The light and shadow in front of her eyes overlapped and turned upside down. She couldn't see clearly. Her mind was confused. There was something in her ear. The sound echoed.

I didn't bring a scalpel today and I don't want to do anything. Shi Jin looked at his hands, which were already red, and frowned slightly, Speak for yourself.

Her pupils were dilated and she murmured unconsciously: Young Master...

At half past eight, Yuwen Chongchong called.

Hello.

it's me.

Shi Jin's eyebrows were cold: What's the matter?

Mianzhou. Yuwen Chongchong said with a hoarse voice, Shengsheng was taken to Mianzhou.

Shi Jin just said 'hmm', neither surprised nor happy.

The other side asked: Have you also found out?

He was noncommittal.

Yuwen Chongchong didn't say much more. His tone was a little depressed and heavy: Bring her back and come back safely.

Shi Jin's eyes were colder than the moon: You don't need to tell me.

Are you angry?

Yuwen Chong's tone was also bad, and he said tit for tat: I just want you to know that I still care about her. If you can't protect her anymore, I will take her away.

Shi Jin got angry, and she lost her cool clothes and looked as cold as ice: You can't beat me. He raised his tone, almost aggressively, She only loves me.

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly and threw it on the sofa.

Without the apple, he wanted to dismember the person.

Qin Zhong stepped forward cautiously and asked: Sixth Young Master, what should she do?

Han Miao had fallen asleep and fell motionless on the ground.

Shi Jin glanced at it and saw two words, cold and concise: Kill.

Qin Zhong's brows jumped: Sixth Young Master, think twice.

Don’t be so quick to fight and kill...

Shi Jin turned a deaf ear and refused to listen to the advice at all. He couldn't hold back the ferocity in his eyes. He ordered directly in a cold voice: Do it cleanly and don't leave any evidence.

Qin Zhong was anxious: Sixth Young Master!

His eyes were cold, getting colder and colder.

Qin Zhong was at a loss what to do. After thinking about it, he remembered what Captain Huo had said. When he lost control, he would bring Jiang Jiusheng out to suppress his anger.

Not caring so much anymore, Qin Zhong blurted out: You can't kill anyone. If Madam finds out, she will be disappointed in you.

Shi Jin raised her eyes and looked at him: Why does she know?

Qin Zhong's scalp was numb and he plucked up the courage to say, Paper can't contain the fire. Madam will always know.

Then wrap your hands around the fire. In his eyes, the two clusters of fire were burning more and more intensely.

Qin Zhong's palms were sweating, but he still had sense, so he bit the bullet and continued to dissuade him: Sixth Young Master, Madam, she——

Shi Jin became impatient: That's enough.

No longer useful?

No, murder is illegal, Qin Zhongzheng will continue to use Jiang Jiusheng to put pressure.

Shi Jin opened his mouth and suppressed his emotions: Throw her to the plastic surgery hospital. If there is any part that looks like my Shengsheng, I will cut that part off one by one.

With narrowed eyes, he suppressed all the mania and violence.

Qin Zhong breathed a sigh of relief: I understand. Fortunately, Jiang Jiusheng also had the gold medal to avoid death.

That night, Qin Entertainment officially announced that it had officially terminated its agency contract with Han Miao. As soon as the news came out, everyone inside and outside the circle was in awe. After all, becoming famous overnight is still risky. As fast as Han Miao became famous, it will end just as fast. However, it's not that unexpected. One Jiang Jiusheng is enough in the entertainment industry, and there is no need for replicas. What's more, Qin's Entertainment and SJ's occupy half of the film and television and star-making industries. As the boss's wife, Jiang Jiusheng's status naturally cannot be shaken by anyone. Half a point.

The rumors about Jiang Jiusheng and Shi Jin's marriage were disproven.

Mianzhou, Teng family.

At noon, a ray of sun emerged from the clouds. The sunlight was weak and there was a touch of warmth. The winter in the north was particularly long this year, and April was still very cold.

Bang!

The soup bowl fell to the ground and fell into pieces, with a full bowl of soup splashing everywhere.

The young girl's face turned pale with fright, she immediately lowered her head and apologized in panic: I'm sorry, Miss Xu, it was all my negligence.

Jiang Jiusheng was lying on a small couch next to the bed. She glanced at the antique floor lamp next to her quietly. The plug was soaked. She stood up, kicked it away casually, and walked to the young girl: I want to burn myself to death. me?

This Miss Xu is usually calm and has no temper. This is the first time she has become angry.

Yun Xi, the butler in the east chamber, stepped forward and smoothed things over for the girl: Miss Xu, don't be angry. I'll have someone fill the bowl again.

Jiang Jiusheng didn't say anything and sat back on the couch.

What's wrong?

It was Teng Ming who came in and looked at the mess on the ground.

The girl who had angered Jiang Jiusheng turned pale and hesitated to speak. She did not dare to explain. She called out Second Young Master in a low voice and fell silent.

Jiang Jiusheng said: She burned me.

Teng Ming's face turned slightly cold: Go and receive the punishment yourself.

The girl gritted her teeth and said, Yes, young master. Then she went out with Yun Xi. No matter how unwilling she was, she did not dare to object. The second young master had said it on the first day he brought the person here. This is the mistress of the East Chamber. If she is unhappy, she needs to get out.

The ancestors of the Teng family were officials and merchants, and the ancestral home was also isolated from the world. It was still the same as in the old days, with many rules and a clear distinction between superior and inferior. The servants who came to work in the Teng family were carefully selected and their wages were extremely high. Likewise, the risks were also extremely high. .

Teng Ming walked to the small couch and asked, Are you in a bad mood?

She said, It's very boring. She looked at him, her eyebrows gloomy, I want to go out for a walk.

He didn't agree immediately, and thought for a moment: Yes, but you can't go far.

Jiang Jiusheng nodded.

He added, I'll take you there.

She didn't object, so he went to hold her hand. Almost subconsciously, she put her hand behind her back and avoided it.

Shengsheng.

Teng Ming seemed to have something to say, but when he came to his lips, he just called her. He didn't say anything, but lowered his eyelashes. There was a rare look of loss and gloominess on his face.

Jiang Jiusheng explained: I don't remember anything, I'm still very unfamiliar with you.

He raised his eyes, regained his composure, and smiled: I know. He stood up and went to the ancient cabinet of agarwood to get a jade ruyi, grabbed one end, and handed the other end over, Hold on tight, don't let go.

I heard from Yun Xi that the jade ornaments in this house are all antiques.

Jiang Jiusheng grabbed the other side.

He held Yu Ruyi's hand and took her out. This was the first time she had left the room in many days.

The Teng family is very large, with no trace of modernization. It looks like the mansion of a wealthy family in ancient times. It can be seen that the Teng family is different from the Qin family and the Su family, and has a deep heritage.

Pavilions and pavilions were not unfamiliar to Jiang Jiusheng. She had seen them before when she was acting. She stopped at one place and pointed to the opposite side: Where is that over there?

Teng Ming grabbed Yu Ruyi and walked in front: That's the west wing, where my brother lives.

In ancient times, the East Chamber was the most respected one. Since he was the elder brother, he lived in the West Chamber. Come to think of it, Teng Ming is in charge of the Teng family.

Jiang Jiusheng kept his expression and asked casually: Do you have a brother?

He walked slowly and spoke slowly: Well, he has inconvenient legs and feet and lives in seclusion. No one outside the world knows about him.

Jiang Jiusheng did not continue to ask. The Teng family is not a modern building. It was a bit difficult to remember. After walking for a while, they arrived due north: Is the main house in front of it?

Teng Ming nodded: This is the residence of my father, Mr. Teng. He led Yu Ruyi to the corridor at the other end, Don't go there, Mr. Teng is a difficult person to get along with.

He was wearing a long gown, and it seemed that he always wore a long gown whenever he was in Teng's house.

The Teng family is really a strange place, and Teng Ming is also a strange person, equally mysterious and confusing.

You have a bad relationship with your father? she asked casually.

Teng Ming calmly replied: We just have a father-son relationship.

Strange answer.

Jiang Jiusheng didn't ask anymore. There were rockery lotus ponds along the way, but he didn't know how the lotus flowers in the ponds could still bloom in such a cold weather.

It takes more than ten minutes to walk from the east wing to the west wing and then to the main room.

Then inside is the south room, where the nanny and servants live. There are many people there and it is noisy, so don't go there. Teng Ming said.

They stopped in a small pavilion, which happened to be in the center of the ancient house. They could look around the entire Teng family's house. Jiang Jiusheng agreed and stopped where he was, looking around curiously.

Ah Ming.

In the corridor opposite, a man wearing a long gown was sitting in a wheelchair. Next to the wheelchair, there was a violin. He looked handsome and looked a little cold.

This person is probably Teng Ming's brother.

Teng Ming glanced at the person opposite, who had a joking look on his face. Teng Ming said, I'll go over there and let Yun Xi take you around again.

Jiang Jiusheng nodded.

Just as she turned around, she was hit by a young girl.

The girl apologized: I'm sorry, Miss Xu.

There was no apology in his tone.

Jiang Jiusheng recognized this girl. She was called Yunxia, ​​the niece of the East Chamber housekeeper Yun Xi, and she was the most beautiful maid in the Teng family. Moreover, she admired Teng Ming.

Yun Xi scolded her angrily: How reckless!

Because she is Yunxi's niece, apart from the three masters of the Teng family, she can be considered to have a 'high' status. Yunxia is not as timid as other maids, she is bright and flamboyant.

I rushed to pour tea for the eldest young master. Yunxia smiled sweetly, I'm sorry, Miss Xu.

Jiang Jiusheng said calmly: It doesn't matter.

Yunxia held the teapot and walked to the opposite side step by step.

On the verandah, two brothers stood and sat, each wearing long robes. From a distance, they looked like two young men from aristocratic families.

Teng Ying held the violin in her hand and seemed to be studying it. She just asked casually: Really want to marry her?

has a problem?

Teng Ming leaned on the railing and looked into the distance. Jiang Jiusheng could no longer be seen, so he withdrew his gaze.

Father would not agree.

I don't need his permission. He sat down, leaning against the railing of the verandah.

Teng Ying half-smiled: Do you want the child in her belly to be named Teng?

He corrected: My surname is Xu.

Teng Ying laughed: Ah Ming, you are not the same as before.

Teng Ming raised his eyebrows and narrowed his deep green eyes lazily. With this look, even a righteous and awe-inspiring gown could not hide his perversity and sycophancy: Why is it different?

Teng Yingsha thought for a moment: Looks like a human being.

Their father, Mr. Teng, was an impersonal autocratic ruler who taught them plunder and conspiracy, but did not teach human feelings or love.

Oh, this kind of education model has a fairly appropriate nickname, called beast taming. If the domestication is successful, someone like Teng Ming will become a natural predator. If it fails...

Teng Ying's legs were broken in this way. When he was seven years old, he was greedy and stole a piece of candy, which cost him both his legs. Mr. Teng only said one thing at that time: How can you achieve great things if you can't quit just a piece of candy?

When you are young, give up sugar.

Now that I am an adult, I have to avoid anger, greed, affection, and love. There are even more things that I cannot touch.

Teng Ming did not continue the topic: Don't talk about me, what about you?

What's wrong with me?

Teng Ming teased: I heard from my servants that you also kidnapped someone and took him home.

Teng Ying smiled: Which servant is so talkative. He didn't say much, lowered his head and played the violin in his hand.

Second Young Master, Yun Xia came over with a cup of tea, Drink tea.

Teng Ming took the cup, took a sip, and raised his head: Where did you hit her just now?

Yunxia was stunned.

Teng Ming placed the cup on the seat on the verandah: Yunxia, ​​how long have you been at Teng's house?

Yunxia knew his temper, her eyes were timid, and she was a little afraid: Four, four years.

It's been four years, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and you still don't understand dignity?

Angry.

He rarely gets angry, but when he gets angry, he always tortures people, using all kinds of weird methods. Everyone in the Teng family knows that the second young master looks gentle and elegant, but is the most unstable, gentle on the surface, but impersonal on the inside.

Yunxia couldn't help sweating on her back: Yunxia knows she was wrong.

For your aunt's sake, I won't touch you. Teng Ming said this in a gentle and gentle tone, saying frightening words, Go and pack your things, don't let me see you again.

Yunxia's eyes turned red, she said she understood, bowed her head and left. Then she remembered what her aunt had told her a few days ago: This Miss Xu is the first time that the Second Young Master has touched a real person in so many years. She must keep away any thoughts that she shouldn't have. , the second young master is a man with a sharp smile. He treats you politely and speaks softly. Don't feel that you are special.

As for getting so angry?

Teng Ying teased him.

Teng Ming picked up the tea cup and took a sip: Am I angry? He smiled gracefully, If I am really angry, I won't want her hands anymore.

Treating human lives as nothing but trivial matters was also taught by Mr. Teng Xiaoyun.

Teng Ying smiled: Ah Ming, it's the 21st century. Our family is no longer a landlord. We must abide by the law.

Teng Ming didn't take it seriously and sneered coldly: Then you still want to take advantage of me by force.

Teng Ying stopped talking. She put the violin on her shoulder and played it gracefully. The intermittent notes were really unpleasant.

Why are you suddenly playing with this thing?

Teng Ying said in a joking tone: The one in our family likes this thing.

Teng Ming brushed his gown and said, You are poisoning my ears, let's go.

After he left, Teng Ying practiced some more kung fu before returning to the west wing.

The butler in the west wing who was wearing a black formal suit at the door saw him coming, bowed his head and stood aside: Young Master.

Teng Ying pushed the wheelchair: You still haven't eaten?

Not even a bite.

He waved his hand and asked the butler to go out. As soon as he opened the door, a cup was thrown at him, along with the woman's angry voice: Teng Ying, what kind of man are you if you keep me in prison?

He took the cup with his bare hands, turned the wheels of his wheelchair, entered the house, and closed the door: Don't you know best whether I am a man or not?

The woman on the sofa jumped up, her face red with anger: Fuck, I want to kill you!

She looks pretty and proud,

This is the seventh eldest son of the Qin family, Qin Xiaoyi.

Teng Ying smiled, stood up from the wheelchair, with a pair of slender legs that were no longer walking, walked over, folded her hands and looked at her, her handsome face full of ruthlessness: Whatever you do, but Qin Xiaoyi, you If you sleep with me, you must be responsible.”

...

She, Qin Xiaoyi, has never been so useless in her life.

She raised her chin proudly: I have someone I like.

The one who plays the violin? Teng Ying snorted, disapprovingly, I can play it too.

Qin Xiaoyi said with a cold face: I just like what he did.

Teng Ying stared at her dimly: Are you asleep and don't want to be responsible?

She, who had always been cold and arrogant, was so angry that she couldn't bear it anymore and roared: Can you please don't mention this!

In more than twenty years of life, I have never lost my temper like this, this damn fake cripple!

Teng Ying's eyes were unscrupulous and he glanced around her: It's okay if you don't mention it. If you let me sleep once, we'll be even.

...

Damn it!

In the evening, Teng Xiaoyun and his two sons went out. Jiang Jiusheng knew two days ago that today was the anniversary of the Teng family in Mianzhou, and both the Teng family and his son would attend.

Around nine-thirty, it was Jiang Jiusheng's bedtime. She lay on the bed and called Yun Xi twice.

Yun Xi opened the door and came in: Miss Xu, what are your orders?

The gauze curtain had already fallen. Jiang Jiusheng felt sleepy and his voice was a little hoarse: The light is too bright. Can you change it to a desk lamp for me?

OK.

Yun Xi turned off the chandelier and turned on the antique floor lamp. The plug was loose. She squatted down and plugged it in. The next moment, a fire flashed at the plug and the lights went dark.

Jiang Jiusheng sat up: What's wrong?

Yun Xi took out her mobile phone to light up: There should be something wrong with the circuit. I'll have someone come and fix it right now.

Jiang Jiusheng didn't say anything and lay back: Go ahead, I want to sleep first.

You rest, I'll ask Xiaoge to guard outside.

After Yun Xi finished speaking, she exited the room and closed the door.

After waiting for a while, the footsteps were far away. Jiang Jiusheng got up, took out the night pearl hidden in the quilt, and got out of bed by the light.

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Sorry, it’s even later again.