"Thank you. ”

Du Zixuan coldly spit out two words, and reached out to wrap his hand around the thin shoulders of the woman next to him, "Yishan, my fiancée." He deliberately bit down on the last three words, and his eyes stared at the delicate little face of the woman opposite for a moment.

"Hello. Yan Yishan generously stretched out her hand and said with a smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Jin." ”

Shen Zhiyue only felt that the voice of "Mrs. Jin" was particularly harsh, but he had to force a smile, this scene must be accompanied by that man, he will be satisfied.

The engagement ceremony was very simple, witnessed by the parents of both men and women and the full house of guests, Du Zixuan personally put on the ring for the eldest lady of the Yan family.

It was a ring inlaid with emerald gemstones, not priceless, but it was a relic of Du Zixuan's mother, and it was also a token that Mrs. Du prepared to give to her prospective daughter-in-law before her death.

Once it belonged to Shen Zhiyue for a short time, and she returned it to Du Zixuan with her own hands.

The hand subconsciously touched the position of her heart, where the pain was numb, and the tip of her nose was even more sour and uncomfortable, and when everyone raised their glasses to celebrate, she finally found an excuse to leave the banquet hall that made her extremely depressed.

The backyard of the Du Mansion is a small garden, in autumn and winter, except for some evergreen plants, other flowers and plants have withered, she walked aimlessly along the cobblestone pavement, the cold wind blew on her face a little painful, but not enough to offset the cramping pain in her chest.

She took out the pill bottle she had brought with her from her handbag, poured out a pill, swallowed it dry, closed her eyes, and took a breath, the pain eased slightly, and she simply found a place to sit down.

"You don't seem to be doing well. ”

I don't know when, Du Zixuan has already stood in front of her.

Shen Zhiyue looked at him stunned, "Why did you come out?" He is the protagonist today, how can he leave the table at will?

"Come out and take a breath. Du Zixuan looked down at her little face that was a little red from the cold, and said sarcastically, "But I unexpectedly saw you lose your soul!"

"I'm just a little tired. Shen Zhiyue sighed silently in her heart, not wanting to say anything more to him, "I'll go in first." ”

She stood up and was about to leave, but his wrist was firmly grasped by him, "What?

He narrowed the distance between him and her, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Do you really think that I will forget the humiliation you once inflicted on me?" Shen Zhiyue, my return this time is the beginning of your pain!"

"Let her go!"

A loud shout came, and Shen Zhiyue only saw Du Zixuan bend the corners of her lips wickedly, and at the same time let go of her wrist, looked at Jin Ruting who was striding provocatively, and pretended to be kind and reminded: "Mr. Jin should be optimistic about this water-based poplar woman, maybe one day, she will climb a higher branch again." ”

Shen Zhiyue stared at his thin lips without blinking for a moment, his words undoubtedly embarrassed her to the extreme, he changed, became gloomy and terrifying, became ruthless, and she was powerless to argue about anything. The fate with him had already been dissolved when she made that decision, and talking more would only make her more pathetic.

"My woman, I will discipline myself, it's not Du Gongzi's turn to talk nonsense here! Your marriage is also engaged, this feast should also be dispersed, I am tired of telling Ling Zun that Jin has something to do, so I will leave first." With that, he pulled Shen Zhiyue up and left.

He had a very strong hand, pinching her wrist as if it was broken, and she couldn't break free, so she could only follow him, and how could she catch up with him in cheongsam and high heels, and accidentally hit her foot, fell to the ground, and knocked her knees painful.

Jin Ruting shook her off and sneered: "Don't you want to leave, do you? Do you think he is still Du Zixuan back then? In his eyes, you are a slut who covets wealth and water-based poplar flowers!"

Shen Zhiyue didn't speak, gritted her teeth and got up from the ground, passed him, and walked forward with difficulty.

Jin Ruting looked at her wolf but stubborn back, and did not step forward to help her, she was a vain and selfish woman, he took her away from Du Zixuan back then, just to take revenge on Shen Wei's old fox, the more sad she was, the happier he was!

Back at the Jin family, Shen Zhiyue went straight to her room, but she didn't expect Jin Ruting to follow her to the bedroom.

Facing his gloomy gaze, Shen Zhiyue asked a little tiredly, "Don't you want to rest?" Her feet were not light, and she was in a terrible pain at the moment, and she really didn't have much energy to deal with his reproach.

Jin Ruting waved his big hand, closed the door heavily, reached out and tore off his tie, and said with a gloomy face: "You seem to have forgotten the obligations of a wife?" Speaking of which, he really hadn't touched this woman for a long time.

Seeing that his eyes were not good, Shen Zhiyue instinctively stepped back, but the man who was in full of anger allowed her to dodge, easily imprisoned her under him, and ripped off her clothes without pity.

Shen Zhiyue only felt a chill on her shoulders, and her brain was instantly sober, to put it nicely, she was Jin Ruting's wife, in fact, she was just a plaything he bought with money, so pleasing the master was the only value she had saved.

Closing her eyes, she didn't make any struggle, and let him take what he wanted, which angered Jin Ruting even more.

He punched the pillow and said angrily: "You are a piece of wood, it is really unappetizing!"

Shen Zhiyue still closed her eyes and didn't speak, looking no different from a dead person.

Jin Ruting let go of her and got up, "It seems that I really want to find someone to teach you how to please men!" He coldly dropped a sentence and slammed the door and left.

"Miss......" Bi Qiao cautiously pushed open the door, walked to the bed, and gently took her hand, "Uncle went to Aunt Xu's room......"

Shen Zhiyue let her sit up, glanced at her torn cheongsam, and curled the corners of her lips bitterly, "Go prepare hot water, I'm tired." ”

After bathing, Shen Zhiyue sat in front of the dresser, staring blankly at herself in the mirror, washing off the thick rouge gouache, her face was pale and terrible, compared with the eldest lady of the Yan family, she was really ashamed of herself.

Thinking of the banquet in the evening, her heart ached again, and she staggered to her feet, and she eagerly went to rummage through the medicine bottles in her handbag.

Bi Qiao, who came in with the soothing tea, saw her so out of control, and hurriedly snatched the medicine bottle in her hand, "Don't eat Miss, every time you eat one, there will be more toxins deposited in your body, Qiao'er begs you......"

"I hurt ......," she said, kneeling on the ground, clutching her chest, gritting her teeth, "it really hurts......"

Biqiao knelt in front of her, crying and begging: "If you don't want to, it won't hurt, Miss can do it......" As she spoke, she put her thin arm to her mouth again, "If Miss can't stand it, bite Qiao'er, Qiao'er doesn't hurt......"

Shen Zhiyue pushed her away, leaned on the edge of the bed dejectedly, closed her eyes, tears slid down her face, she bit her lower lip tightly, and endured the pain alone......