My whirlwind marriage partner is a wealthy CEO

Chapter 206 Please Don't Kill Me

Wan Qingsha put down her bowl and stared sharply at Zhu Yahan. "What did you add to the soup?"

Zhu Yahan did not answer, but just stared at him coldly.

Wan Qingsha's anger was instantly ignited. He grabbed a spoon from the table and smashed it hard at Zhu Yahan.

"You're asking for it!" he roared.

Zhu Yahan dodged to the side, still trying to appear calm. "What? Young Master Wan can't even drink a bowl of soup?"

Her tone was provocative, as if she was deliberately trying to provoke him.

Wan Qingsha was completely enraged by her attitude, rushed forward, grabbed her hair, and threw her to the ground.

"You bitch! How dare you play me!" he cursed as he punched and kicked her.

Zhu Yahan was powerless to resist and could only curl up on the ground, letting out painful screams.

In fact, Zhu Yahan had planned this all along. She knew Wan Qingsha would definitely come looking for her, so she had been waiting for this opportunity.

She put sleeping pills in the chicken soup; once he drank it, he would lose the ability to resist.

However, Wan Qingsha noticed something was wrong after only taking a sip. In a fit of rage, he punched and kicked Zhu Yahan, as if he wanted to vent all his anger on her.

Zhu Yahan gritted her teeth, enduring the pain, but secretly sneered in her heart.

"Just bear with it a little longer, the medicine will take effect soon."

Exhausted from his work, Wan Qingsha sat back down in his chair, panting. He looked with satisfaction at Zhu Yahan, who was curled up on the ground, and spat in her face.

"You bitch, this is what happens when you offend me!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt dizzy. The sleeping pills were taking effect, and his vision gradually blurred.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhu Yahan got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and a fierce glint flashed in her eyes.

"Now, it's my turn."

Wan Qingsha tried to stand up, but his body swayed uncontrollably. He reached out to grab Zhu Yahan, but missed.

"What...what did you do to me?" His voice was weak, tinged with fear.

Zhu Yahan was no longer there; only a small pool of blood remained on the ground.

Wan Qingsha strained her eyes, trying to find her figure.

However, at that moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head.

Before he could react, he collapsed heavily to the ground and lost consciousness.

Wan Qingsha's vision gradually cleared, but the scene before him made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Zhu Yahan stood before him, a heavy iron hammer in her hand, looking down at him. Her eyes were cold and crazed, a ferocious smile playing on her lips.

"What...what do you want to do?" Wan Qingsha's voice trembled, and her body involuntarily shrank back.

Zhu Yahan did not answer, but slowly raised the hammer, her gaze fixed on his face.

A scream escaped Wan Qingsha's throat as fear overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

Zhu Yahan's smile was ferocious and terrifying, yet it possessed a strange beauty. Her smile came from the heart, as if years of hatred had finally found an outlet.

"Wan Qingsha, do you still remember me?" Her voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell.

Wan Qingsha's pupils suddenly contracted, and the Zhu Yahan in front of him overlapped with the beautiful and innocent girl in his memory.

At that time, she had a radiant smile and pure eyes, as if the whole world was contained in her gaze.

Now, her face is covered with hideous scars, each one a mark left by his own hand.

“These injuries… are all my…” Wan Qingsha’s voice trembled, a fear she had never felt before welling up inside her.

He finally realized what he had done to her, and that she was here for revenge.

Wan Qingsha wanted to scream and run away, but the sleeping pills made his body sluggish, and the excruciating pain in his head prevented him from even making a sound.

He writhed helplessly on the ground like a dying worm.

Zhu Yahan looked at him coldly, a surge of indescribable pleasure welling up inside her.

“Wan Qingsha, you’re just as ugly as I am now,” she whispered, then sat on his lap, just as he had done to her before.

Zhu Yahan raised the hammer, her gaze cold and resolute.

"This is for my face," she whispered, before bringing the hammer down hard.

Wan Qingsha pleaded hoarsely, her voice filled with despair, "No... please... let me go..."

However, his pleas could not stop the hammer from falling.

Zhu Yahan slammed her fist on Wan Qingsha's head again and again, each blow accompanied by a wild, beast-like roar.

"This time, it's for my dignity!"

"This time, it's for my pain!"

Blood splattered, splashing onto her face and into her eyes, but she didn't care. She just mechanically repeated the movements until she exhausted all her strength.

Zhu Yahan looked at Wan Qingsha, who was now unrecognizable as a human, and suddenly laughed.

Her laughter grew louder and louder, eventually turning into hysterical crying.

Tears mingled with blood, streaming down her cheeks, a bittersweet taste, much like her life.

She lost all her strength and collapsed helplessly beside Wan Qingsha's body, staring blankly at the unrecognizable corpse.

Suddenly, she reached out and hugged Wan Qingsha.

"Wan Qingsha, am I still pretty?" she asked softly, but no one answered her.

As darkness fell, Zhu Yahan finally snapped out of her daze.

She glanced at the already cold corpse on the ground, but felt no regret whatsoever.

She crawled to the side, picked up her phone, and dialed a number.

After the call was connected, Zhu Yahan calmly said, "I killed someone. It was Wan Qingsha who died."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a deep male voice: "I understand."

Zhu Yahan hung up the phone, a faint smile playing on her lips.

There was silence on the other end of the phone, but Zhu Yahan could almost see the smug look on the man's face when he heard the news.

……

The sky over Shenzhen finally cleared up, and the sun shone brightly on the earth, bringing a cheerful mood to everyone.

Zhu Ziqing's sleepiness improved, but a new problem arose—morning sickness.

Especially in the early morning and evening, her stomach would churn violently, as if even her breath tasted sour.

Tan Haoyu stood at the bathroom door, watching Zhu Ziqing gagging on the sink, his brows furrowed.

"Ziqing, should we go to the hospital to get checked out?" He stepped forward and gently patted her back.

Zhu Ziqing shook her head, her voice weak, "It's nothing, the doctor said it's a normal reaction."

Tan Haoyu clenched his fists, his heart filled with helplessness.

He specifically consulted a renowned obstetrician-gynecologist, only to be told that this was a common morning sickness reaction in pregnant women and could not be avoided.

"A normal reaction? Seeing how uncomfortable she is, you're telling me this is normal?" He almost lost his temper, but ultimately held back.