Chapter 67: Beating Shen Lan to a Pulp

As long as she remarried him, Si Rong could live the happy life she had before.

But looking at Jiang Cheng, although his family background was good, his family might not necessarily let Si Rong through their door.

As long as Si Rong wasn't muddled, she should know how to choose.

Jiang Cheng was very nervous, although others might not necessarily be able to tell from his expression and demeanor.

Only he himself knew in his heart how afraid he was that Si Rong would walk toward Shen Lan again.

But Si Rong still walked toward Shen Lan.

In an instant, Jiang Cheng's heart plummeted to the bottom.

Could it be that Si Rong still couldn't let go of Shen Lan in her heart?

But, Shen Lan was simply not a good man worth her cherishing!

Shen Lan revealed a smug look.

He had long known that Si Rong would understand that only he could give her happiness.

Thinking that Si Rong was about to return to his embrace and he would return to his former life, Shen Lan felt very expectant.

Si Rong walked slowly in front of Shen Lan, then slapped him across the face with a *slap*.

I have to say, it felt a bit satisfying.

After hitting him, she wanted to hit him again.

"Of course I choose Jiang Cheng," Si Rong pulled a tissue from her bag and wiped her hand with some disgust.

Now, just slapping this thing once made her feel like she had dirtied her hand.

"Shen Lan, you are a selfish and cowardly, stupid and vicious person; the only person you love is yourself, and now that you regret it, it's just because you discovered that without me, Si Rong, life isn't as good as it used to be."

This slap seemed to freeze Shen Lan in place; he never expected that Si Rong would become so rude now that she had left him.

"Wife,"

He had just habitually addressed Si Rong this way when he received another slap.

He was stunned right on the spot.

Only Si Rong's words about choosing Jiang Cheng remained in his mind.

How was Jiang Cheng better than him?

"Shen Lan, you are already forty years old; playing that thick-skinned act is a bit disgusting. We are already divorced, and I will never forgive you and Li Xuan, until you both die."

Her youth of so many years, everything of so many years, had been ruined by these two people.

It would never be possible to act as if nothing had happened, to hold hands and chat happily with them, or to mention the past again.

After finishing, Si Rong turned firmly to walk toward Jiang Cheng and took his hand.

"Let's go!"

Jiang Cheng's tall body stiffened for a moment.

The small hand in his palm was too warm and soft, the touch feeling like it carried an electric current; the tip of his heart trembled along with it.

He really wanted to keep holding it in his palm like this, forever and ever belonging only to him.

But, he had to let go now, "You go up first, I'll come right after."

There were some old matters he had to resolve with Shen Lan.

Si Rong didn't think too much and turned to go back with Ming Zi first.

Jiang Cheng walked toward Shen Lan step by step.

"What are you doing?"

He didn't know what this person grew up eating; not only was he a head taller than him, but he also seemed to carry a murderous aura, which was quite scary.

"Shen Lan, have you forgotten what you once promised me?"

What he promised him?

Shen Lan remembered that night when he had just gotten together with Si Rong.

This man had acted like a madman, dragging him to the school playground.

Shedding his bright and upright, gentlemanly appearance from the daytime, he had grabbed his collar with a look of hooliganism and warned him that if he dared to treat Si Rong badly, he should wait to be beaten.

This, this, Shen Lan swallowed his saliva and couldn't help but retreat two steps.

Jiang Cheng swung a punch at his face, the force so great it pushed Shen Lan back to the corner of the wall.

Then another punch, countless punches...

"Rongrong, look!" Ming Zi stood at the window, shouting excitedly at Si Rong.

"Well hit! To deal with a shameless thing like Shen Lan, you have to beat him hard!"

Si Rong saw Jiang Cheng's fists, which were moving so fast they were almost a blur; although the scene was somewhat brutal, she felt relieved in her heart.

Only, she was a bit worried, worried that this would be bad for Jiang Cheng.

Sure enough, when Shen Lan couldn't take the beating anymore, he started shouting to passersby for help.

"Help... ah! Help! An officer is hitting someone! A soldier is going to beat someone to death!"

Seeing passersby stopping, Shen Lan suddenly conceived a plan.

If Jiang Cheng were mired in scandal, would the Si Family's eldest aunt still try to play matchmaker for these two?

Thinking this, he endured the pain in his body and continued to provoke Jiang Cheng.

"You love Si Rong, right? For her sake, you haven't married a wife for so many years."

"You haven't even tasted a woman, what a pity, Si Rong has already been slept with by me thousands and millions of times, she has already been ruined by me... ah ah ah!"

As Shen Lan wished, Jiang Cheng was driven almost insane by his words.

The crowd of onlookers grew larger and larger.

Some enthusiastic people wanted to step forward to break up the fight, but no one could pull Jiang Cheng away.

Shen Lan, curled up on the ground, had already been beaten beyond recognition.

"Stop hitting him! If you keep hitting him, someone is going to die!"

"Is this person really a soldier? How can he beat a commoner like this? This is truly outrageous!"

"Should we call the police? We can't pull them apart at all!"

Just then, a woman ran over.

"Jiang Cheng!"

Si Rong did not know what had happened to make Jiang Cheng's emotions so abnormal, but she could be certain that Shen Lan must have done something.

"Don't!"

Without further hesitation, Si Rong hugged Jiang Cheng from behind.

The man, whom several people had just been unable to hold back, finally stopped his hands.

"Alright, alright, come home with me." Si Rong glanced at the motionless Shen Lan on the ground; although she had cursed Shen Lan to die when she hated him the most, at this moment, she prayed in her heart that Shen Lan would not die.

At the very least, he could not die because of Jiang Cheng.

Ming Zi naturally also knew the severity of the situation; she gave Si Rong a reassuring look, "You take Jiang Cheng back first, I will contact the hospital."

"Okay."

In fact, Shen Lan was still conscious at this moment, it was just that his body could not move at all.

He could only see the backs of Si Rong and Jiang Cheng leaving out of the corner of his eye.

Her eyes were full of worry as she looked at Jiang Cheng.

Just like she used to look at him.

It was a pity that now, as he lay on the ground like this, Si Rong would no longer even give him a glance.

A pathetic thought suddenly surfaced in the depths of Shen Lan's heart: Si Rong really did not love him anymore.

No! That cannot be!

He loved Si Rong; he could not lose Si Rong!

His consciousness was still clamoring at the end, but it could only clamor in such a powerless way.

"Sit down."

Si Rong brought Jiang Cheng to the second floor only to discover that his hand was bleeding.

It must have been from using too much force when beating Shen Lan just now; blood flowed down the back of his hand and onto the wooden floor.

Jiang Cheng sat down obediently, lowering his head.

Tall and helpless.

He let Si Rong bring over a medicine kit, disinfect the wound with iodine, and carefully wrap his large palm with gauze.

"Why did you hit him?"

Si Rong crouched in front of Jiang Cheng, her gaze resting on the gauze slowly being soaked through with fresh blood.