On the wedding night, the disabled husband stood up

Chapter 132 Her Fierce Revenge
Tang's villa.

Tang Yarong was sitting on the sofa, half of her face was faintly covered by the black veil.

The pale pink scars were exposed but could not be concealed, and the crooked shape was extremely terrifying.

She crossed her legs and held hot coffee in her hand, exuding a chilling aura all over her body.

Since Tang Yarong was injured, her temperament has changed drastically, and she has become irritable and violent.

Moody and smashing things is the norm. It is said that a maid was abused because she was close to her, and she died the next day.

Today's Tang Yarong exists like a devil in the Tang family, and the servants don't even dare to raise their heads.

She slowly raised the corners of her eyes and glanced at Xue Yan who was standing beside her holding tea.

"It's so late, Tang Wan hasn't called yet, she doesn't seem to care about you at all!"

The cold voice made Xue Yan dare not move, and she couldn't help swallowing: "Ya Rong, you, what are you going to do?"

In the morning, she received a call from Lawyer Sun, saying that she had something important to tell her.

Xue Yan thought it was related to the will, but who would have thought that it was not Lawyer Sun but Tang Yarong who was waiting for her.

Only then did she realize that this was just a bait, and her goal was actually Tang Wan.

Tang Yarong's lips curled into a cold smile: "Hehehe, don't you know what I'm going to do?"

Tang Yarong was like a ghost in hell, her disfigurement made her heart even more twisted and perverted.

'Jingle Bell! 'The phone rang.

She looked at the phone number on the table with a bloodthirsty smile.

"Tang Wan, I'm really disappointed that you are so slow. It seems that you don't care about your mother very much."

Tang Wan was anxious and yelled at the phone: "What did you do to my mother?"

"What's the matter? Do you want to know?" Tang Yarong walked up to Xue Yan with her mobile phone.

One hand grabbed her hair and pressed it hard to the ground, causing her to lie on the ground and howl in pain.

"Tang Wan, have you heard such a beautiful voice?"

It was too easy to kill Xue Yan, Tang Yarong just wanted to make Tang Wan suffer as much as herself.

Tang Wan gripped the phone tightly and scolded angrily: "Tang Yarong, you lunatic."

The most unbearable thing in this world for her is her mother being bullied.

"Am I crazy?" Tang Yarong let go of Xue Yan: "That's also thanks to you."

She didn't want to talk too much nonsense: "If you want your mother to live, you can exchange it with a will!"

Changing a will to a mother is a very reasonable transaction. Doesn't Tang Wan care most about this mother?
"Tang Yarong, I don't even know where the will is!"

Tang Wan really didn't know: "Maybe my father said it casually, and there is no will at all."

"Even if there is, I promise I don't want anything, as long as you let my mother go!"

Before Tang Wan finished speaking, a cold voice was heard from the opposite side.

"Tang Wan, I'll only give you three days to chop off one of your mother's fingers to vent the pain of my disfigurement."

"Hello..." There was a hang-up notification from the phone, and Tang Wan's head seemed to explode with a 'buzz'.

She dropped her fury and rushed to the door, not wanting Lu Zhiang to hug her waist: "Xiaowan, calm down."

"Let me go!" She struggled with all fours and roared like an angry leopard.

Even if she rushed out at this time, it would only hurt both sides like last time, Lu Zhiang hoped that she would calm down.

He ordered: "Guard the door for me. Anyone who wants to let the young mistress run out tonight, all come to see me!"

He forcefully took Tang Wan to the room, and the housekeeper and servants immediately ran towards the back door.

"Quick, go and seal the back door, block the dog hole, and open the power grid."

Tang Wan was brought back to the room by Lu Zhiang, still muttering incessantly: "I will not let her go."

"I won't let her go, but we have to find a way now, how to find the will to save people!"

Lu Zhiang touched her head and lowered the volume of his speech, letting her slowly relieve her rage.

Tang Wan calmed down slowly: "There is no will at all. I haven't found it after searching for so many years."

If she couldn't come up with a will, Tang Yarong would definitely kill her mother.

(End of this chapter)