The Billionaire's Hidden Affection-Chapter 268: Overcoming the Unyielding with the Yielding4_1
"Every time he beats me, he brings up your name. He tells me not to harbor foolish delusions and says he’s about to get married. He claims his fiancée is beautiful, smart, and of noble birth. He says that I, being poor and uncultured, am not even fit to carry her shoes... Heaven knows, Miss Zhou, I have never harbored such foolish delusions. All I pray for is not to die at his hands; I would be eternally grateful for that. He smashed my phone. I can’t dial out from here, and I can’t even call the police. I know the police wouldn’t dare come to his home to rescue me. Even if I die here, no one would speak out for me or seek justice... Miss Zhou, only you can help me now. Please, help me this once. As long as I can escape, I will be forever grateful..."
Poor Zhou Ting was utterly stunned. She had arrived full of anger, ready to confront this ’homewrecker’ for the first time in her life. Her mother had even suggested several vicious plans if the ’homewrecker’ proved too troublesome, including, if necessary, resorting to extreme measures. For instance, faking a car accident would be a trivial matter. Yet to her shock, this ’homewrecker’ was so battered and bruised, now clutching at her and desperately begging for her life.
Heavens, what in the world was happening?
Her fighting spirit immediately plummeted to zero.
"Miss Zhou, I beg you. Mr. Wan adores you. He’ll definitely listen to what you say..."
Zhou Ting felt a chill run down her spine.
This kind of ’love’... it would be better not to experience it at all.
"I’m sorry, Miss Yan," she said, standing up, her face a little pale. "I can’t help you with this."
"Why not? Miss Zhou, don’t you work at the United Nations Women’s Department? Can’t you treat me as one of the people you help? I beg you. If you don’t help me, I’m afraid no one else will dare to... Even if you won’t help me, can you please deliver a message to my boyfriend for me? Tell him I probably won’t live to marry him, and ask him to please forget me..."
Zhou Ting’s face turned even paler, and her breathing became labored.
"Please tell him that after I die, my only wish is for him to burn some paper money for me during the Qingming Festival. In this world, he is the only family I have left..."
Her voice was earnest, her expression desolate. For a moment, Zhou Ting gritted her teeth, sorely tempted to agree to her request. But then she recalled her father’s current situation, and her resolve hardened. Impossible. Even if she didn’t marry Wan Donglin, there was no need to offend him. If this man was so fundamentally shameless, then it was indeed better to offend a gentleman than a scoundrel like him. At the very least, she didn’t want to make another enemy for her family.
She said coolly, "I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do."
Yan Xixi pleaded no more, merely slumping back into the chair, her gaze utterly vacant.
Zhou Ting saw her, one hand pressed to her forehead where the bruises were starkly visible. Her eyes were dull, as if her mind had suffered a terrible shock, leaving her completely dazed and unlike a normal person.
She walked quietly to the door, unnoticed by Yan Xixi.
Just as she was about to open the door and leave, she couldn’t resist looking back at Yan Xixi one last time. Only then did she notice that the woman actually possessed delicate features and a slender figure. Had she not endured such horrific abuse, she might well have been a great beauty.
How dreadful!
A creeping dread towards Wan Donglin began to form within her, as if she had finally seen his true face. At this moment, forget marrying him; she wanted nothing more than to flee as far from him as possible. Even if someone held a gun to her head, there was no way she would ever marry Wan Donglin.
