Chapter 520
Mr. Nian, Your Wife Refuses To Be The Substitute
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520 He wanted to imprison her for life (1:
Ning Qing lowered her head and looked at the ground. I know, Zhenzhen.
âYou should also know that he wonât let you off!â
Ning Qing could tell from her intense tone that there was something she had never heard before.
She felt that it was strange. Tina, why are you so concerned about me and him? â
It was as if he wanted her to kill Nian lie.
Tina paused for a moment before her voice returned to normal.
didnât you tell me that he ruined your life, your child, and your sister, so you wanted to make him suffer? â
â......â
Those were indeed the words she had said three years ago.
It was the belief that had supported her for the past three years.
But now, huhu
I donât want to continue hating you, â ning Qing said. itâs too difficult to live like this.
âIsnât it because youâve found the man you love that youâre giving up on him?â a sneer came from the other side:
Ning Qing was confused. what? â
âArenât you going to marry your childhood friend?â Tina retorted coldly.
Ning Qing was surprised. how did you know? â
She didnât have time to inform her.
you donât have to worry about how I know, â Tina retorted: but Iâm telling you, youâll regret being with him one day.
Ning Qing was disturbed by his words, as if something had really happened.
âWhat do you know?â she asked.
you donât deserve to know without hatred.
Then, without waiting for ning Qing to say anything more, she hung up the phone.
Ning Qing called again, but the other party had already turned off his phone.
She was extremely annoyed and clenched her phone tightly to call Yan Sichen.
No one picked up.
She then got up, got dressed, and rushed out of the house without a word.
She beckoned for a car to stop, gave the address of Dong Chen international, and looked out the window.
What Tina meant was that Yan Sichen was also hiding something from her.
What was it?
It was from six years ago?
Ning Qingâs mind was in a mess, like a lump of tangled hemp. It could not be cut, but it was still a mess.
By the time she realized that the road was wrong, they had already been driving for a long time.
Ning Qing stared at the driver cautiously. why do we have to take this road? â
Oh, â the driver replied in a normal tone. thereâs construction going on up ahead. Weâll have to take a detour.
Ning Qingâs palms were wet.
She knew that there was no project ahead.
At this moment, she wasnât in the mood to think about other things. She clenched her cell phone and wanted to call 110.
Yan Sichenâs call came in.
She pretended to pick it up naturally. Hello ...
Qingqing, my parents have agreed. The wedding can be held as scheduled next week!
The man was so excited that ning Qing could not smile.
âIs that so?â
âAre you unhappy?â Yan Sichen asked.
âIâm Yingying!â
With an emergency brake, ning Qingâs phone was knocked out of her hand.
âDonât even think about asking for help.â
Ning Qing looked up in horror. The man reached out his hand, and a sweet fragrance assailed her nose.
âThe young master is waiting for you.â
Before she lost consciousness, she vaguely heard such words.
......
After an unknown period of time, ning Qing woke up from her coma.
The room was empty and quiet.
She quickly realized that she was not familiar with this place.
â......â
Her eyes moved, but she couldnât see her surroundings clearly because it was too dark.
Ning Qing wanted to get up, but she suddenly realized that something was wrong.
As she moved, the sound of metal clashing and dragging could be heard.
She looked at her hands and feet in horror. The silver shackles were tied to her hands and long chains, firmly fastened to the bed.
âWhatâs this?â
She pulled hard, and the sound echoed throughout the room, but the shackles did not show any signs of loosening.
Suddenly, he felt a cold sensation like that of a venomous snake rising from the bottom of his feet.
Ning Qing turned her head around and, in the dark, she accurately captured the manâs position.
She trembled.âItâs you, Yingluo.â
âNing Qing, are you surprised?â the man asked in a cold voice.