“You come here on your own, and you want to leave now? Stop her!” The woman yelled tenderly, her eyes were stern, “How noble do you think you are after what you’ve done? Show her the videotape!”
Two tall bodyguards dragged Sun Ying back like she was a chicken, and after some struggle, Sun Ying, who was screaming crazily, was held down onto the carpet in the center of the room.
A scene was shown on the TV. It was Sun Ying kissing and embracing a few foreigners in France. Unbearable voices were heard, causing Sun Ying to rush towards the TV like crazy.
Why was her videotape here? How could they get this videotape?
“How many men have you played before, and you still dare to pretend to be a noble lady! You’ll do as I say, watch her closely! Starve her for a few days!” The woman lit a cigarette for herself. After a few mouthfuls of smoke, she got up anxiously and ordered the guards, “Teach her well. I want her up on stage tomorrow!”
Having said that, the woman left the private room in her at least 12 centimeters tall high heels, with her hips swaying side to side.
Outside was filled with bright, colorful colors and the smell of drunken and intoxicated people. Sun Ying, who was locked up, hit the soft door until her hands were weak and tired, but no one came to open the door.
She no longer hit the door. Instead, she sat on the ground limply, staring into space with her hollow eyes… Tears flowed drop by drop from her eye sockets.
…Can neither live nor die, Ye Jian! Ye Jian! Do you mean this? Do you mean this?
She wanted to go home, she didn’t want to be here… She wanted to go home… She was not Sun Ying; she was a director’s daughter… She wanted to go home…
No one heard her pleading. Everyone was minding their business. Who had the time to bother about others?
Ye Jian also almost experienced this kind of life in her previous life. If it weren’t for her alertness to discover that something was wrong in time and fled immediately, she would also be harmed by Sun Ying and fall into such a place in her previous life.
However, Sun Ying had offended Mrs. Li in this life, and her suffering days officially kicked off tonight.
The sins that Ye Jian suffered in her past life would be experienced by Sun Ying today.
There was a section in “Keyūra sūtra – There Is No Deeds”: Someone asked Mulian, “Which is the retribution?” and Mulian replied what the Buddha said, “It is according to fate. The good repays the good, and the evil repays the evil.”
This was the retribution of evil.
At midnight, the night scene entered the final carnival, and Ye Jian, who went to sleep at 9 o’clock, suddenly woke up from her dream. The moment she opened her eyes, she clearly heard her accelerating heartbeat.
It was jumping extremely fast.
She raised her hand to touch her forehead; it was full of sweat, even her hairline was soaked in sweat.
She felt flustered for no reason.
Ye Jian, who couldn’t fall asleep, got up and turned on the light to see that it was already 2 o’clock in the morning.
After drinking two cups of cold water, she pulled open the window curtains in the room, looking at the dimly lit night view of the city. She covered her chest, which was still palpitating, her lips pursed very tightly.
This feeling was… very, very bad!
She had this feeling when Grandpa Gen had been seriously ill, and the same thing happened when Uncle Chen was seriously ill!
Uncle Chen lived next door, so he should be fine.
Major Xia. Could it be that something had happened to Major Xia!
And her grandfather and elder brother. No, she had to give them a call.
Feeling her fingers trembling, Ye Jian suddenly turned around and walked to her bed, took out her mobile phone, and dialed a group of calls.
She called the butler who took care of Sir Fu. The butler picked up the call and got up immediately. He knew that the person calling was the granddaughter of his Master, whom his Master had just recognized.
Soon, the butler told Ye Jian that the old Sir was in good health. He was very well.
