After abandoning his wife and children, Bo Xilai coaxed and begged her to reconcile.

The man paused, seemingly hesitant because of her threat.

But it was only for a moment, and he continued to pull Song Jin towards the door.

The man was dragging her towards the house next door. Song Jin, barely managing to stay conscious, asked in a trembling voice, "Are you Chen Zhihong? What do you want?"

She hadn't seen the man recently and had almost forgotten his existence, assuming he had reformed.

Unexpectedly, after remaining silent for so long, he had actually plotted an even more heinous crime.

Seeing that he had been exposed, Chen Zhihong stopped pretending.

"Miss Song, if you cooperate with me later, you'll suffer less." Chen Zhihong glanced at her with a sinister look, his tone filled with ill intent. He knew that Song Jin was completely under the influence of the drug at this moment and had no strength left to resist.

"Wasn't the lesson from last time enough? Don't make the same mistake again. If you don't stop now, there will be no turning back. You're ruining your future and digging your own grave." Song Jin also tried to awaken his conscience.

Chen Zhihong chuckled, a laugh laced with self-mockery. "Is there any way back for me?"

The drug's effects continued to drain Song Jinye's strength and consciousness. She bit her lip hard, trying to use the pain to regain a sliver of clarity, and also to buy time. "Of course, you..."

Before she could finish speaking, a piece of tape was used to seal her mouth. "Shut up, I don't want to hear it!"

He was prepared; he tied her hands together behind her back, then dragged her into the room, closed the door, and locked it securely.

Upon entering the room, Song Jin was stunned.

The furnishings of this house are not much different from those three years ago.

This was Bo Sinian's residence before she and Bo Sinian registered their marriage.

After their whirlwind marriage, they lived in Yueyuan for a while, sometimes spending the night at her place and sometimes at this place.

Surprisingly, even after so long, this place still maintains the minimalist, cool style that Bo Sinian liked. The entire house has clean lines, a muted color scheme, but bright lighting.

Many of the items were personally selected and purchased by her.

For example, this floor lamp that blooms, the oddly shaped wrought iron bookshelf in the corner next to the TV cabinet, and the phone next to the sofa that she bought to watch TV series, movies, and do research. She had searched for it for a long time in her own apartment but couldn't find it, and she never expected to leave it here.

A surge of emotion welled up within her.

The house has already changed hands, but this place hasn't changed much at all?

But then I thought about it again, and it's likely that Bo Sinian never came back, so the layout here remained unchanged.

Even if he sells the house, he'll probably just want to avoid seeing it and sell everything in one go.

The restlessness in her heart kept eroding her mind, and memories suddenly surged up, quietly tearing open the hidden pain deep in her heart.

Her chaotic thoughts, intertwined with the perilous situation she was in, weighed heavily on her mind, yet ironically, they also left her with a degree of clarity.

Chen Zhihong dragged her into the room again. She couldn't speak, so she could only make "uh-huh" sounds while shaking her head to stop him.

"It's no use, don't make a futile struggle. I originally wanted to take it slow, but you called the police, so we have to finish this quickly before they arrive."

Chen Zhihong threw her onto the bed and then began to undress her.

Fortunately, Song Jinye was wearing a two-piece shirt today, with a row of dense pearl buttons on the shirt, which looked to be more than twenty.

Chen Zhihong struggled for a long time and only managed to untie five pills, breaking out in a sweat.

He couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath: "Who the hell designed this outfit?!"

His face was full of frustration, and his patience had completely vanished, so he simply pulled it off forcefully...

Song Jin's breath almost reached her throat—

Fortunately, the buttons held their positions firmly, and not a single one popped off.

Song Jin's heart, which had been pounding, slowly calmed down.

Well, a flurry of activity, but the buttons remained stuck in place.

She secretly admired the quality of [Mise], thinking that it truly lived up to its reputation as a national brand with excellent quality.

Despite several attempts to unbutton it, Chen Zhihong's face turned as black as charcoal. He had completely lost his patience, his anxiety and anger written all over his face, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light.

He cursed, turned around, found a pair of scissors, gripped them tightly in his palm, and looked at Song Jinye with a cold smile.

The metal blade gleamed coldly as it approached her step by step.

Song Jin also looked at the scissors that reflected a cold light, and her heart sank suddenly. She subconsciously shrank back.

However, it didn't work.

The blade sliced ​​through the fabric inch by inch, close to the fabric...

Her hearing was suddenly amplified, and she could almost hear the sound of individual threads breaking.

Song Jin was completely powerless and could only watch helplessly as the fabric slowly parted along the sharp blade. A huge sense of resistance welled up in her heart, but she was powerless to do anything about it.

Time ticked by, and she could only hope that the police would arrive soon.

The shirt was ripped off by the devil's hand, revealing the camisole underneath.

Chen Zhihong barely hesitated before picking up the scissors again and aiming them at her suspenders.

At that moment, there was finally a knock on the door.

Chen Zhihong's hand trembled slightly, and the tip of the scissors accidentally poked her skin. Blood beads instantly appeared on her fair and delicate stomach, staining her white tank top red.

The knocking continued, and one could vaguely hear police officers shouting, "Listen up, you inside! We are the police! Open the door immediately!"

Chen Zhihong's expression stiffened, but his hands did not stop moving. His eyes were filled with a desperate madness, mixed with bloodthirsty ferocity, and he no longer hesitated.

The shouts from outside grew increasingly authoritative and powerful, penetrating the doorway:

"Listen up, you inside! We are the police! Open the door immediately and cooperate with the investigation!"

Chen Zhihong ignored him and continued cutting Song Jinye's clothes.

After taking off his clothes, he went to unbutton Song Jinye's pants.

Song Jin felt her consciousness growing increasingly hazy. She bit her lip hard, her mouth already oozing blood. The metallic taste of blood repeatedly assaulted her senses, reminding her not to give up.

Just as Chen Zhihong's hand touched her underwear, a series of footsteps suddenly sounded outside the bedroom.

The door had clearly been broken into by the police.

Seeing that the police were about to enter the room, Chen Zhihong decided to go all out, unbuckling his belt with one hand and forcefully pulling on Song Jinye's pants with the other...

However, before he could even exert any force, his wrist was grabbed, his knuckles clamped tightly. A sharp pain exploded within him, and he couldn't help but scream like a pig being slaughtered: "Aaaaaah—!"

"You're asking for it!" Bo Sinian grabbed him away from Song Jinye and kicked him off the bed.

At the same time, he quickly took off his coat and draped it over Song Jinye.