nashuaworldcup Chapter 530 They'll all be buried with her
Chapter 530 They'll all be buried with her
The footsteps were slow, yet carried an undeniable sense of pressure, each step feeling as if they were pounding on her heart.
Sheng Qianrui's crying stopped abruptly. She suddenly raised her head, her gaze fixed on the white door, as if the blood in her body had frozen at that moment.
Although she couldn't see it, she had a premonition in her heart at some point about who was coming.
Perhaps only that man could have such an aura even in the sound of his footsteps.
The footsteps stopped at the door, and after a brief silence, the door was unlocked with a click.
The moment the door opened, a black figure stood against the light in the doorway.
Han Xi was wearing a black windbreaker, with the sleeves casually bunched up to his forearms, revealing half of his well-defined, blood-stained muscles.
His hair was a little messy, and the stray hairs on his forehead partially covered his eyes, revealing only his tightly pursed thin lips and the taut curve of his jawline.
A chill ran down Sheng Qianrui's spine, and she instinctively took a step back, bumping into the edge of the bed behind her.
Han Xi didn't say anything, but slowly walked in and casually closed the door.
The room was dimly lit, with only a sliver of moonlight filtering in from the window, illuminating the coldness in his eyes.
That look was like looking at a stranger, no, even more than a stranger, like looking at a lifeless corpse.
"Han...Han Xi..."
Sheng Qianrui's voice trembled. She held onto the edge of the bed, trying to appear calm, but the trembling of her fingertips betrayed her.
"You...why are you here?"
Han Xi did not answer, but walked towards her step by step.
His steps were slow, each one feeling like stepping on a knife's edge, carrying an invisible pressure that made Sheng Qianrui almost breathless.
She could smell a faint scent of blood on him, mixed with the smell of disinfectant. It was Fang Li's scent, like a needle piercing her heart.
He stopped two steps away from her, looking down at her with his gaze fixed on her injured wrist, but without the slightest ripple of emotion.
"Again?"
He spoke, his voice low and hoarse, as if squeezed from the depths of his throat, carrying a cold quality, "Sheng Qianrui, you don't seem to care about what I said?"
Sheng Qianrui felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze. She forced herself to lift her head, her eyes red from crying earlier: "I...I didn't, I was really molested..."
Even now, she's still trying to use such a clumsy excuse to justify herself.
Han Xi looked at her with a cold gaze, "Do you think everyone is as stupid as the Sheng family? I told you that if you hurt Ali, I will make the Sheng family pay a heavy price. It seems that you don't care about the Shengshi Group that your father has painstakingly built up over half his life."
"Do you threaten me?"
Sheng Qianrui wailed, "Why do you always threaten me like that! Han Xi, I like you so much, but in the end, why did Xu Fangli get you? Why did everyone else..."
"Why?"
Han Xi interrupted her, a mocking smile curving his lips. "She's Xu Fangli, a woman I, Han Xi, cherish and protect, a woman I worry about hurting or neglecting. And what are you anyway!"
His words were like a sharp knife, precisely piercing Sheng Qianrui's sore spot.
She suddenly raised her head, her eyes turning red with anger: "What am I? Han Xi, put your hand on your heart and tell me, how have I treated you since we were little? I waited for you for so many years, you said you would marry me! It was Xu Fangli! She stole everything from me!"
"Marry you?"
Han Xi chuckled softly, as if he had heard the funniest joke, but there was no warmth in his laughter. "What kind of dream are you having?"
Of course, these weren't said by Han Xi; they were just a joke between Han Ming and his father, Sheng Jinghui. Only she had taken them seriously all these years.
"Because of the bond between the two families, and because my grandfather cherishes the past, I have been tolerant of the Sheng family enough."
Han Xi's voice remained icy, "I thought you would know when to quit while you're ahead, seeing Shengshi Group lingering on its last legs. Now it seems I overestimated you."
He paused, his gaze growing even colder: "Your Sheng family has repeatedly challenged my bottom line and hurt Ali time and time again."
When Fang Li was mentioned, a barely perceptible pain flashed in Han Xi's eyes, which was then replaced by a deeper coldness.
"Did you know? Ali is pregnant."
He looked at Sheng Qianrui and said, word by word, "No matter what happens to her or the child, I will make every member of your Sheng family pay with their lives."
Sheng Qianrui's face turned deathly pale instantly. She staggered back a step, shaking her head, "No...no...you can't do this...our Sheng family is not a bargaining chip that you, Han Xi, can just hold in your hand!"
"You can wait and see."
Han Xi looked at her, his eyes so cold they almost froze her. "But I can tell you, after dawn, there will be no more Shengshi Group in this world."
"..."
"No! Han Xi, you can't do this!"
Sheng Qianrui finally panicked. She lunged forward to grab Han Xi's arm, but he dodged her with disgust.
She knelt on the ground with a thud. The sharp pain in her wrist made her vision go black, but she didn't care. She just stared intently at Han Xi.
"Han Xi, I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! Please, please spare Shengshi Group, please spare my father, I beg you..."
As she spoke, she crawled toward Han Xi, her injured wrist dragging across the floor, causing her face to turn deathly pale with pain.
She grabbed Han Xi's trouser leg as if it were her last straw: "Han Xi, for the sake of our childhood friendship, for the sake of Grandpa Sheng, please forgive us this time, okay? I promise, I will never bother you and Fang Li again. I'm leaving the country right now and I'll never come back..."
Han Xi looked down at the hand gripping his trouser leg; his wrist was swollen and red, and his red manicure was as glaring as the bloodstains on Ah Li's neck.
He frowned, feeling no sympathy whatsoever, only disgust.
Han Xi raised his foot and kicked Sheng Qianrui in the shoulder without any mercy.
"what!"
Sheng Qianrui screamed as she was kicked backward and fell heavily to the ground.
A sharp pain shot through her shoulder, and the pain in her wrist intensified. She curled up on the ground, trembling with pain.
Han Xi looked down at her, his eyes devoid of any pity: "Sheng Qianrui, from now on, you'd better pray that Ali and our child are alright, otherwise..."
The murderous intent in his eyes transformed into a sharp sword in the dimly lit room, pinning Sheng Qianrui to the ground, rendering her unable to move.
After saying that, Han Xi didn't look at Sheng Qianrui again and turned to leave.