novelraw Chapter 0130 The Most Ridiculous Revenge
Chapter 0130 The Most Ridiculous Revenge
In the study.
a mess.
"Splash—!"
Jiang Ci swept all the documents, pen holders, and expensive decorations off the table in a frenzy.
He even smashed the encrypted computer, which was vital to the company's survival, onto the floor.
The screen shattered, emitting a crackling electrical sound.
But he didn't care at all.
At this moment, he wouldn't care even if the world were to end.
He was clutching that old cell phone tightly in his hand.
It was as if they were holding Wen Ning's life in their hands.
Jiang Ci slumped onto the carpet.
Leaning against the cold table legs.
He was gasping for breath, his chest feeling like it was filled with shards of glass, each breath accompanied by excruciating, blood-soaked pain.
It’s ridiculous.
This is really...absurd.
He looked up at the ceiling.
Tears streamed down my cheeks and into my hair, the cold liquid biting at my temples.
Over the past three years.
He lived his life as a vengeful figure filled with hatred.
He engraved the name "Wen Ning" in his heart, regarding it as a disgrace and a driving force to spur himself on to climb higher.
He said to himself: Jiang Ci, you must stand up, you must make her regret it, you must make her kneel before you and beg you.
He did it.
He became a rising star in Beijing's elite circles and a business tycoon.
He brought her back.
He watched her wearing cheap clothes, watched her grovel before the Zhou family, and watched her carefully trying to please him.
What was he thinking at that time?
He was thinking: Serves him right.
He thought: This is all retribution.
"Heh...hehe..."
Jiang Ci covered his eyes and let out a broken laugh.
He laughed so hard he was shaking.
He laughed until tears streamed down his face.
"retribution?"
"Jiang Ci, this is indeed retribution."
"This is retribution for your blindness and lack of discernment."
He began to recall everything he had done to her over the past month.
Those images flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, each frame slowly torturing his nerves.
first day.
He stuffed the check into her collar, his eyes filled with contempt, humiliating her for being a prostitute.
At that time, she had just returned from that drafty basement, wearing only a few old clothes and not even having enough to eat.
the next day.
He forced her to sign a contract of servitude, saying he had no interest in her body and that she was dirty.
In order to prevent him from suffering bad luck due to "incompatible fates" and to allow him to continue "standing in the light," she silently endured all the stigma.
later.
He put that cold electronic ankle bracelet on her and trapped her in the apartment.
He looked at the red marks on her wrist from the watch strap, and although he felt sorry for her, he still said cruelly, "This is the rule."
He forced her to comply by going on a hunger strike, threatened her with a needle, and watched her tremble with fear, even thinking that it was a sign of taming.
At the company.
He embarrassed her in public and made her pour drinks for other men.
Just a few days ago, he even tore up the painting she had drawn for him, telling her, "The fool who loved you is dead."
One pile, one piece.
It is still vivid in my mind.
He thought he was punishing a greedy, wicked woman.
But in reality...
He was slowly tortured by a thousand cuts by an angel who had sacrificed herself to save him.
While she was enjoying baguettes abroad, he was indulging in a life of pleasure in China (though it was just business).
He hated her as she froze in the snow.
To avoid implicating him, she didn't dare admit her love even after returning.
And what about him?
He not only failed to recognize her predicament.
He even became the executioner who drove her to her death.
"I'm a beast..."
Jiang Ci suddenly raised his hand.
"Snapped!"
He slapped himself hard across the face.
The force was so great that blood instantly seeped from the corner of his mouth.
But he felt it wasn't enough.
This pain is nothing compared to the suffering Wen Ning has endured over the past three years, or the fear she has borne in order to save him.
It's not even a drop in the ocean.
He remembered that diary entry—
I'd rather rot in the mud than let him stand in the light.
She did it.
She truly humbled herself and elevated him to a pedestal.
but.
Without her light.
That's hell.
"Wen Ning..."
Jiang Ci curled up.
He buried his face in his knees and held his head in his hands.
That immense, irreparable regret was like a mountain, crushing him to pieces.
He remembered the injury on her wrist.
I remembered the red marks on her ankles.
He recalled the fearful look in her eyes whenever she looked at him, a look that suggested she wanted to get closer but was forced to stay away.
He repaid kindness with enmity.
He was executing his savior.
Is this what he calls love?
Is this what he calls "If you don't love, why?"
It turns out, she did love him.
She loved too deeply, suffered too much, and was in too much despair.
They loved each other so much that they didn't even dare to say the word "love," and could only use "for money" as a cover-up.
In the study.
That high and mighty President Jiang.
That cold-blooded and ruthless business machine.
She was crying like a child who had lost the whole world.
Silent weeping.
But it was more heart-wrenching than any wailing.
I don't know how much time passed.
The sky outside the window was beginning to lighten.
Its daybreak.
Jiang Ci slowly raised his head.
His eyes were swollen badly, and the area under his eyes was bloodshot.
Dried bloodstains clung to the corner of his mouth.
He looked at the old phone in his hand, whose screen was now off.
That was her diary.
It was also his verdict.
"Wen Ning".
He murmured hoarsely.
"Since you're willing to risk your life for me..."
"Since you're willing to suffer all this for my sake."
"Then I..."
"How could I bear to let you lose?"
He leaned on the table and stood up unsteadily.
My legs are numb.
But he had to go see her.
immediately.
immediately.
He was going to kneel before her.
Go to atone for your sins.
Go and beg back the angel he pushed away with his own hands.