Chapter 242: Chapter 242 I’m Going to Accuse You of Murder in Your Home!
“Ah!”
Shang Chi was violently beaten for the first time.
The wrench hitting his body hurt much more than fists.
He went from initial insults to tremblingly, with a pale face, kowtowing and apologizing to Jiang Nanshu, “I’m sorry, I promise not to bother you again next time, can I hit you lighter?”
His face was swollen from Jiang Nanshu’s blows, and the wrench pounding on him made his bones ache. He started feeling fear towards this girl who had burst in out of nowhere, from the initial contempt he had felt.
He just wanted to get rid of this scourge quickly.
His eyes turned fierce; as soon as Jiang Nanshu let him go, he vowed to have someone mercilessly deal with her!
But no sooner had this thought crossed his mind.
Jiang Nanshu grabbed his blood-stained collar, forcing him to look straight into her face.
That usually smiling face was now a sheet of ice.
Shang Chi felt a bit intimidated.
The next moment, Jiang Nanshu pressed his head down to kowtow heavily to Lu Junqin.
“The person you really should apologize to is not me, it’s her.” Jiang Nanshu grabbed Shang Chi’s hair, taking pleasure in his twisted face of pain as she smirked, “Say you’re sorry to her.”
Shang Chi widened his eyes in disbelief.
Apologize to the woman he had been beating all along?
That was simply an insult.
But this madwoman was insane. She would resort to violence without a word, leaving him no chance to speak.
The bodyguards around the villa had been dismissed by him to avoid a bad reputation, and now he had dug a hole for himself.
He was utterly without help.
So, gritting his teeth and with tears falling from his eyes, he showed remorse on his face, “Jun Qin, I’m sorry, it’s my fault, I was out of my mind to lay hands on you, can you forgive me, please? I’ll definitely change next time.”
Lu Junqin watched Jiang Nanshu with a dazed look in her eyes.
She recognized her.
She was Lu Qingyan’s fiancée.
She had never imagined that her savior would be a stranger with no blood ties to her.
“Do you accept his apology?” Jiang Nanshu asked softly, appearing somewhat casual, but her grip on Shang Chi’s head was just as tight, filled with a sense of security.
Lu Junqin looked at Shang Chi.
The man who had beaten her for five years.
In the first month after she married into the family, she had endured her first beating.
At that time, she wanted a divorce.
But Shang Chi knelt on the ground admitting his fault, saying he had been too drunk, and when she found out she was pregnant, she forgave him out of soft-heartedness.
At five months pregnant, she endured the second beating.
It nearly caused a miscarriage.
At that time, she thought if she miscarried, she wouldn’t have to stay in the Shang Family for the sake of the child.
But the child was tenacious and didn’t miscarry.
She silently accepted Shang Chi’s apology a second time.
Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth… countless times.
So many that she had become numb.
He escalated from slaps to punches and kicks, and eventually dissatisfied with these, he started to use torture tools on her, whipping her with a leather strap, threatening her with Shang Xu’s life to prevent her from speaking out, hitting her head with a vase until it bled.
She struggled in his grip for five full years.
She was only twenty-seven but looked unrecognizably old.
Seeing that Lu Junqin remained silent, Jiang Nanshu’s gaze grew colder, but she continued smiling, “If you forgive him, I’ll let him go, as long as you promise me that when you fight, you don’t bother me, and I won’t meddle anymore.”
Shang Chi just wanted to get rid of this plague, and hastily sought help from Lu Junqin, “Wife, I had been drinking this time when I hit you, you suggested sending Xuxu to kindergarten, I agree with you. Once I find a good school, we’ll send him there to study next year, okay?”
Lu Junqin’s eyes were lifeless as she looked at him, giving no answer.
Shang Chi panicked, desperately grabbing Lu Junqin’s hand, “Tomorrow, I’ll send him tomorrow, you can take our son, I promise I won’t hit you again, forgive me, just this once.”
His pleas sounded like those of a dog.
Lu Junqin remembered how she once pleaded with him, his despicable face only eliciting more venomous beatings. The pain eventually shut her up, wishing only to silently endure until it was over.
A tear fell without warning.
Lu Junqin’s mouth was twisted into a grimace, her face drenched in blood, hauntingly permeating the scene, “I won’t forgive, Shang Chi, even if I have to become a ghost, I’ll take you with me to quell the hatred in my heart.”
Jiang Nanshu’s smile deepened, more sincere now as she grabbed Shang Chi’s head and forcefully knocked it against the ground, “She doesn’t forgive you, so keep knocking your head.”
“Ah!”
Warm liquid flowed into Shang Chi’s eyes.
His eyes were half-closed.
Jiang Nanshu’s voice continued, “Your own company failed, you blame a woman, you blame your child, why not look for your own faults? Looking like a person but acting like a beast, how’s the feeling of ‘fight fire with fire’? Do you like the gift I gave you, President Shang?”
Shang Chi knew he had been played.
His voice turned sinister, “If I fucking catch you, I’m going to take your life.”
“You madman, I’m going to call the police, accuse you of home invasion and murder, ah!”
“Don’t hit me anymore, I’m dying, please, let me go, I won’t hit her anymore.”
Because Shang Chi’s voice was too noisy,
Jiang Nanshu gave him one last kick in the stomach.
His eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
The pristine white floor was smeared with mottled blood stains, looking somewhat frightening.
Yet Jiang Nanshu’s white nightgown remained untainted, ethereally clean.
Lu Junqin swallowed her dry saliva, breathing in the fresh air, and felt only relief…
She was relieved to be alive.
She leaned against the wall, her voice weak, “Thank you.”
Right then, the sound of ambulance sirens and police cars reached from outside.
Jiang Nanshu paused.
She had called for an ambulance, but she had not called the police.
Thinking about it carefully, it must have been the bodyguard who had called the cops.
Lu Junqin struggled to take the wrench from Jiang Nanshu, her voice urgent, “Quick, hide away. I’m the one who hit him; it has nothing to do with you.”
As she spoke, she covered Jiang Nanshu’s wrench prints with her bloodstained hand.
“It’s too late,” Jiang Nanshu said, hearing the sounds draw nearer.
Lu Junqin also realized this.
Her face pale, she smiled, “Just deny it when the time comes, say you just happened to come in. Shang Chi turned off all the surveillance; I’ll just tell the police about domestic violence.”
“After all, domestic violence is a household matter, not illegal.”
But it was different for Jiang Nanshu.
She had committed assault by entering the home.
If her crime was confirmed, it would stain her record.
Jiang Nanshu hadn’t thought it through that much.
She just really hated bullies.
That hatred was ingrained in her bones.
Lu Junqin’s kindness, she didn’t want to refuse.
So she responded, “Thank you.”
Lu Junqin smiled weakly.
What a sweet girl.
She had saved her, and yet she still made a point to say thank you.
That’s when Shang Xu came running out.
Seeing Lu Junqin covered in injuries, the tears he had been holding back rolled down again, he knelt beside her and wept bitterly.
“Nobody move! This is the police.”
They heard the sound of the door being broken in.
Jiang Nanshu watched as a line of policemen with stun guns walked in.