Chapter 145: I Want Him to Wish He Were Dead! I Want Him Torn to a Thousand Pieces!

"Impossible! You must be lying to me!"

"How dare you humiliate me like this!"

"Believe it or not, I'll make sure you can't walk out that door today!"

For a woman, the greatest humiliation is no more than this: after rejecting her offer to throw herself into his arms, to show extreme disgust and revulsion:

You're sick, stinkier than a trash can, filthier than a sewer, please stay away from me.

Right now, Liu Meiyun was experiencing exactly this kind of humiliation from Song Mo.

She couldn't accept it, and her shrill voice was like fingernails scraping a blackboard.

Song Mo explained considerately:

"I'm not talented, but I know a little medicine."

"Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes looking, listening, asking, and feeling the pulse."

"Actually, I could tell something was off just from your complexion, and when you got all worked up earlier, smelling that musky stench basically confirmed it."

"If you don't believe me, why not take a cab to the hospital right now and get a checkup? Modern medicine is pretty accurate too~"

"If that doesn't work, let me ask you—has it been very itchy down there lately? You've probably been scratching quite a bit, haven't you?"

"Ah!" Liu Meiyun's hands, painted with black nail polish, frantically clawed at her own hair.

Song Mo didn't look like he was lying.

But no matter what, she refused to believe it.

"Bullshit!"

"Ever since my man died, I haven't been with a single man for a whole few years, and besides you, I haven't taken a fancy to anyone!"

"Unless…"

Liu Meiyun's shrill voice cut off abruptly.

She suddenly remembered.

It was true she hadn't been with a man in recent years, but a while back, she actually had found one.

She suddenly went listless and lost her spirit.

The imposing aura about her collapsed in an instant.

All these years of hardship—being someone's mistress, being regularly shared by a bunch of big shots.

Being abused like she wasn't even human…

She had endured so much suffering and grievance in silence, and only after endless hardship finally managed to climb to her current position.

Just because she couldn't resist a moment of loneliness, she'd caught an STD?

Liu Meiyun's hair was disheveled, her eyes vacant.

She suddenly looked at Song Mo with a glimmer of hope.

"Actually, STDs aren't a death sentence…"

Song Mo shook his head and sighed.

Liu Meiyun's heart died completely.

Song Mo found it quite amusing; he thought Liu Meiyun's inner world must be far more spectacular than her expression.

Many people aren't afraid of dying at first, but once they've had a taste of the good life—money and power—they start cherishing their own lives all the more.

Especially those who have endured hardship and finally found sweetness.

Liu Meiyun was exactly such a person.

She was now in a panic, no longer having any of those wild thoughts, her mind entirely occupied with her own health.

Taking advantage of this opening, Song Mo asked:

"Ms. Liu, are you sure you won't open the door for me?"

Liu Meiyun didn't answer.

She was too busy being lost in her own daze.

Song Mo shrugged helplessly, then gently raised his foot and kicked the door hard.

The door flew open with a single kick.

Liu Meiyun was startled.

The underlings outside heard such a huge commotion and rushed over to see what had happened; among them, a big man in a suit had his hand stuffed into his pocket.

The pocket was bulging—it looked like he was hiding something good in there.

"A gun?"

Song Mo grew slightly wary.

He gave Liu Meiyun a meaningful glance.

"Ms. Liu, it's still early; there's a chance it can still be treated."

"Aren't you going to thank me for the heads-up?"

Liu Meiyun stood up, her voice weary.

"Let him go."

Song Mo turned and left, but he kept sensing his surroundings the whole time, ready to strike back the instant any danger appeared.

Fortunately, Liu Meiyun didn't pull any tricks like shooting him in the back.

Watching Song Mo stroll away leisurely, the underlings were all a bit stunned. A big man came to Liu Meiyun's side and hesitated:

"Sister Liu, you're just letting him go like that?"

"That kid was so arrogant…"

Smack—

Liu Meiyun slapped the big man across the face, her eyes brimming with vicious killing intent. "Are you trying to tell me how to do things?"

The big man covered his face, not daring to speak.

Liu Meiyun, however, let out a strange, cackling laugh.

The sound was a bit like a female ghost's wail, carrying a note of madness.

When the underlings heard this sound, a chill ran through their hearts — those familiar with Liu Meiyun knew.

Once Liu Meiyun let out a laugh like this,

it meant someone was about to have bad luck.

Recalling the agonized wails of those who had previously died at Liu Meiyun's hands, the underlings all shuddered.

That could truly be called…

Unable to live, unable to die!

……

Chen Xi stood excitedly inside the hotel room, waving his arm every now and then, as if venting his agitated emotions.

Right now he only felt a little regret.

Liu Meiyun still hadn't brought him along in the end — if he could have personally witnessed Song Mo and Liu Meiyun getting into bed, what a blissful thing that would have been!

"As long as I confirm Liu Meiyun and Song Mo have done the deed, I'll leave immediately, flee to the countryside, flee to a place where Liu Meiyun and Song Mo will never find me!"

Chen Xi thought.

Even if he spent his old age alone in the countryside, as long as he recalled that Liu Meiyun and Song Mo had both accompanied him to hell, his heart wouldn't feel so awful.

He was originally an insignificant nobody.

But to be able to drag two big shots down to be buried with him — is there anything more satisfying than this in the world?

Especially Song Mo!

Chen Xi still couldn't let it go to this very day!

Because he truly liked An Yinuo, yet Song Mo had effortlessly, as if doing nothing at all, captured An Yinuo's heart.

His own frantic scrambling had made him look like a clown,

and this deeply stung his pride.

He couldn't accept this!

"Hey, it should be soon now — Liu Meiyun should have already succeeded, right…"

Chen Xi's eyeballs were bloodshot.

So excited he couldn't sit still, his lips uncontrollably curling upward.

Suddenly!

The hotel's front door was flung open.

Chen Xi saw Liu Meiyun walk in with her arms folded, her expression cold.

"Sister Liu, does this mean you've already succeeded?"

"How was it — sleeping with Song Mo feels better than sleeping with me, right…"

Chen Xi licked his face and stepped forward, wearing a fawning smile, intending to learn some details about Liu Meiyun taking down Song Mo.

To stimulate his twisted heart and obtain pleasure.

But unexpectedly, Liu Meiyun raised a foot and viciously kicked toward Chen Xi's groin!

"Aaaagh!"

Chen Xi let out a scream.

Rolling on the ground in agony.

Liu Meiyun's kick could be called swift, accurate, and vicious, infusing it with her boundless fury.

She watched coldly as Chen Xi writhed on the ground like a maddened maggot.

She gave orders to her subordinates.

"The one who plays with knives, the one who likes men, and the one who's good at torture… all of you come out here. I want this man to suffer more miserably than anyone who has ever died at my hands before!"

"I want him to wish he were dead!"

"I want him torn to pieces!"

(End of this chapter)