Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 693 - 282. [The Summer of Dew] She murmured softly, "Shaozhi, you have such a cruel heart..."_3

Chapter 693: 282. [The Summer of Dew] She murmured softly, "Shaozhi, you have such a cruel heart..."_3

As long as he’s a man, he can’t resist such temptation, but the bodyguards under Gu Shaozhi’s command managed to stay focused, tying the woman’s constantly struggling leg to the bedpost.

Standing up, he respectfully said, "Mr. Gu, it’s done."

Controlling his heavy breathing, Qiu Zheng’s bodyguard looked at Gu Shaozhi standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, seeking instructions, "Mr. Gu?"

Gu Shaozhi lit a cigarette and stepped into the room.

His handsome face was indifferent, "Yes."

The two bodyguards exchanged a glance and nodded at each other.

As the heavy body pressed down, intense fear swept over Shen Weiyi. She had never been this scared before, her voice trembling with a sob, "Gu Shaozhi! You can’t do this to me!"

Her vision had already blurred, only able to vaguely see Gu Shaozhi’s sharp and pronounced features.

Even with her body completely controlled, she didn’t give up the last bit of hope in her heart, crying so hard that she could hardly breathe, incoherently pleading, "Shaozhi, didn’t you say you liked me? I don’t love Lu Huai’an anymore, I’ll only like you in the future, so please, let them leave, okay?"

"No, no, no, I know you don’t like me anymore, did Ji Wanxia go to Qing City? I’ll help you explain to her and beg her to come back to your side. I promise never to appear before Ji Wanxia again."

"Shaozhi, I know I was wrong, I’ll apologize to Xu Qiubai and Xia Qian. I’ll turn myself in, confess everything about four years ago, just tell me what to do, and I’ll do it..."

Insecure people always hide themselves with pride.

This, perhaps, was her most embarrassing and lowest moment.

"Shaozhi, spare me, I beg you..."

The stolen life she had... was it ending now?

The award ceremony was at eight in the evening, and the bodyguard standing expressionlessly by the large bed turned on the TV on time, watching from the host’s graceful entrance to the end of the ceremony.

The ’Golden Song Singer’ award did indeed go to Shen Weiyi, but naturally, someone else accepted her trophy on her behalf.

By the window, Gu Shaozhi had just finished a pack of cigarettes.

From start to finish, his stern brows showed not the slightest hint of emotion,

like a tree covered in white frost in the wintry snow, standing starkly in the dark, aloof, cold, indifferent.

He walked out of the room, and when passing the decadent bed, not even his peripheral vision landed there.

His voice was extremely indifferent, "Take Qiu Zheng away, send Shen Weiyi to the hospital."

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New Year’s Eve marked the last day of the year.

Snowflakes fell in many cities, including An City, where it began to snow in the morning, and by evening, a layer of snow had covered the ground.

Shen Weiyi woke up at 5:20, opening her eyes to a blinding white.

Besides pain, she felt nothing else.

"Miss Shen, your throat has been damaged, so you should avoid speaking loudly during this period. Also, the tearing in your lower body is quite severe, which might make future pregnancies difficult. Please don’t be upset, as medicine is very advanced now; with good cooperation during treatment, there’s still hope," the nurse standing by the bedside told her.

Shen Weiyi lay calmly in the hospital bed, the skin on her lips cracked and the bloodstains from biting them cleaned, leaving only paleness.

Her eyes stared at the ceiling, vacant and lifeless, her voice hoarse as if forcibly squeezed through her throat, "I... want to see, Gu Shaozhi."

The nurse was a bit troubled, "It wasn’t Mr. Gu who brought you to the hospital, so this might be..."

Shen Weiyi let out a cold laugh.

Struggling to prop up her painful body, she refused the nurse’s assistance, leaned against the headboard, and pulled out the needle from the back of her hand, "Bring Gu Shaozhi to see me."

The nurse, intimidated by her gaze, quickly replied, "Miss Shen, please don’t get upset, I’ll go try to find a way right now."

The door closed.

The hospital room fell into a chilly silence.

The pain in her lower body told Shen Weiyi she hadn’t experienced a nightmare; it was a real hell.

The one who pushed her into hell was Gu Shaozhi, whom she thought would never harm her.

She stared blankly at the fresh bloodstains on the back of her hand, a pale smile tugging at the corner of her lips, whispering, "Shaozhi, what a cruel heart you have..."

Using the simplest and most brutal means, those so-called ’retributions’ temporarily ignored by God were all inflicted upon her.

Xia Qian was just one of the many artists under the Gu Family, and someone as ordinary as Xu Qiubai never even entered his circle of friends. Even if they both died, Gu Shaozhi wouldn’t care a single bit.

She had left behind no evidence that could hold her legally accountable, so it wasn’t that Ji Wanxia was useless, it was simply that she couldn’t find any.