Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 749 - 729: Come quickly, I’ve killed someone!

Chapter 749: Chapter 729: Come quickly, I’ve killed someone!

Xiaolei’s mocking voice echoed in the living room, "... You and your cousin’s wife were college classmates, once even close sisters. You failed to seduce my cousin even after working as his chief secretary for four years, yet your good sister managed to get ahead and become the Huo Family’s young madam. The man you secretly loved became your good sister’s husband; you must be so jealous that your teeth are about to rot, huh? Tsk tsk, but that’s how it is, isn’t it? Women always have a competitive spirit and jealousy. You’re no worse than my cousin’s wife in academics, and you’re not bad looking either. Seeing your close sister have such a good man, yet you can only be a servant to the Huo Family. If I were you, I couldn’t stand it either! You used me to seduce my cousin into having an affair, to take your cousin’s wife down a notch, didn’t you? Am I right?"

Her words were like the tip of a knife, stabbing into Su Yan’s heart and re-opening her bleeding wounds.

Her pale face slowly drained of color; she lifted her head, restraining her anger, and said coldly, "Shut up."

Xiaolei had no intention of shutting up. She had just been humiliated by Su Yan and was far from having vented her spite. She continued to taunt:

"... To prove that you’re not inferior to your good sister, to outdo her, you married a paralyzed old man, becoming my cousin’s wife’s mother-in-law, which is quite rare! Aunt Su, I really admire you! Ouch, I wonder what it feels like to sleep next to an old man who has had a stroke? Aren’t you uncomfortable? Tsk tsk, but it’s not surprising. Women from humble backgrounds like you have no other choices but to cling to a man’s coattails to rise..."

"I told you to shut up," Su Yan’s fists clenched tight, her knuckles turning white.

Xiaolei yelled, "This is my house! Why should I shut up? You’re the one, you lowly woman, trespassing in someone else’s home. It’s more like it for you to get lost, you cheap slut!"

With each "cheap", Su Yan’s anger rose to her head.

She had grown accustomed to the respect that came with her title as Mrs. Huo these days, and now she couldn’t stand being insulted by Xiaolei.

She lifted her hand and slapped hard across the face!

"Slap!"

A crisp slap landed on Xiaolei’s tender cheek!

"Cheap? You’re even cheaper crawling into my cousin’s bed willingly!" Su Yan had never liked Xiaolei, and over this period, she had accumulated a lot of pent-up anger toward her. Had she not needed to use her, she would have exploded earlier. Now knowing Xiaolei would no longer be of help to her, she unleashed all her fury.

Xiaolei stood frozen in shock, and after a few moments, she snapped back to reality, charged towards Su Yan, and they started fighting:

"You hit me?! You lowly woman dare to hit me! Even my daddy has never hit me, what gives you the right to hit me—you cheap trash—you vile woman who climbs into old men’s beds—"

Her hand caught and hooked onto Su Yan’s collar.

Su Yan was wearing a loose off-the-shoulder European T-shirt with a jacket over it, which she had taken off while waiting for Xiaolei to come back to the apartment because it was a bit warm.

"Snap," the T-shirt slipped down a few inches, exposing Su Yan’s scars on the back of her neck!

Realizing the shocking scars were exposed, Su Yan’s expression changed, quickly pulling her T-shirt back up to cover them, and then she put her jacket back on.

Xiaolei, seeing those numerous scars, like centipede tracks, was shocked and stopped moving.

Seconds later, she burst into laughter, with more than a hint of sarcasm, "I did find it strange why you chose an old man as a husband! Your appearance, any normal young man would feel disgusted upon seeing it! No wonder you’re so capable and pretty, staying by my cousin’s side for so long, yet you couldn’t win him over! Speaking of which, my aunt by marriage really has a strange taste. Looking at you like this, doesn’t he feel like vomiting..."

The scars on her back were Su Yan’s hidden pain.

Even when showering, she tried hard not to look in the mirror.

Her face drained of color, half blue, half red, with madness and hatred burning in her eyes.

It was these scars that made it impossible for her to be like a normal woman ever again!

It was these scars that made her, even though she loved a man, too ashamed to confess until he finally got back together with Xiaoyi!

Now, Xiaolei had ruthlessly reopened the wounds she couldn’t mention and even sprinkled salt on them.

Yet Xiaolei didn’t notice the changes in her expression and kept laughing and taunting.

She had to repay Su Yan for that slap.

Su Yan’s ears rang with Xiaolei’s insults, her heart twitching with each word.

In a daze, her mind went blank, and she grabbed something beside her, not caring what it was, and hurled it fiercely at the girl in front of her:

"Shut up! I told you to shut up—shut up—shut up, damn you—"

Xiaolei’s sarcastic voice stopped abruptly with a groan. Without even having the chance to cry out, she crashed to the ground with a thud.

Su Yan, still in a frenzy, didn’t realize Xiaolei had already stopped making a sound after the first strike. Still kneeling on the ground, she kept slamming down, "I told you to insult me—I told you to insult me—"

Not until her wrist ached and her strength was drained did she smell a strong scent.

A strong scent... the scent of blood...

Her fingers loosened, and with a "clang," the vase dropped to the ground, shattering into pieces!

As she saw clearly the scene before her, she woke from her daze, let out a low, miserable cry, and scared, she retreated several steps on her knees and hands—

Xiaolei’s face and head were covered in blood as he lay on the floor, silent.

Her hands were covered in blood, Xiaolei’s blood.

She covered her mouth, steadied her emotions, and called Xiaolei’s name twice, but there was no response.

She slowly crawled over, lifted her blood-stained index finger, trembling, and brought it under Xiaolei’s nose.

A few seconds later, she cried out low, and in terror retracted her body—

No breath!

Xiaolei was not breathing!

Did she kill someone?!

Impossible—she had just struck a few times with the vase out of anger, how could he be dead?

Was this little wretch made of paper? Why was he so easily knocked out?!

But the fact was that the girl lying before her was now breathless—a dead body!

Tears of horror streamed from Su Yan’s eyes. What to do...

She had killed someone!

No... no!

She couldn’t let anyone find out!

She was Mrs. Huo, just beginning to enjoy wealth and privilege, how could she go to prison!

Steadying her panicked emotions, she took several deep breaths, and her brain rapidly processed the situation.

What should she do now?

Apartment buildings generally have surveillance cameras, and once the police investigated, they would know she had visited Xiaolei—

The scene was covered in her fingerprints, what should she do?

And the body, should it just be left there?

Or should she dispose of it somewhere?

More importantly, Xiaolei’s housekeeper was about to return—it was too late!

She—a single person—really couldn’t handle it!

Controlling her emotions which were on the verge of collapse, Su Yan’s mind conjured up the image of that person and suddenly her eyes lit up.

At this time, she could only turn to him!

He would definitely be able to help!

In her panic, she fumbled for her phone and dialed the number.

The moment the call connected, her breakdown finally erupted into tears, "Quick... you have to come quick, I’ve killed someone!"