Chapter 345: Chapter 345
Duan Wenhu wouldn’t listen. She grabbed Qingyue’s short hair in one swift motion.
Because Qingyue was an artist, he usually kept his hair slightly longer than the average man’s to make styling easier. Duan Wenhu didn’t need much effort to seize a handful of Qingyue’s hair.
The pain of his scalp being yanked forced Qingyue to stand up under Duan Wenhu’s grip.
Holding onto Qingyue’s hair, Duan Wenhu glared at Sang Ning and said, "Sang Ning, are you still holding a grudge over what happened before? Fine, I’ll admit that I indulged Qingyue back then, wanting to ruin your reputation just to make him happy. But wasn’t it all in vain later? I went through so much trouble hiring those people, and they couldn’t even lay a finger on you. Not a single hair of yours was touched! Instead, Qingyue ended up being beaten into a pig’s head by you. You didn’t suffer any harm, yet now, you’re acting so aggressive. Isn’t that a bit unreasonable?"
"Do I look reasonable to you? And what do you mean by me beating Qingyue into a pig’s head—that was clearly self-defense, okay? He brought a group of people intending to destroy my integrity and even record videos and take nude photos. Is it not normal for me to retaliate?" Sang Ning replied slowly.
"So, all of this stems from Qingyue, right? I offended you because of him, and now you won’t let it go, trying to get rid of me as well? Is that it?" Duan Wenhu’s grip tightened with the intensity of her words, causing Qingyue to cry out in pain.
Sang Ning crossed her arms and observed Duan Wenhu with a leisurely demeanor. "President Duan, the one who’s been putting yourself on the brink of destruction has always been you. It has nothing to do with anyone else. Please summon the courage to face your own mistakes and stop compounding them."
Each sentence from Sang Ning was like an invisible blade, slicing relentlessly at Duan Wenhu’s lungs, suffocating her until she could hardly breathe.
"How about this, then? Are you satisfied now?" Duan Wenhu suddenly grabbed a glass cup from the low table nearby and smashed it against Qingyue’s head.
The sound of the glass striking his skull was crisp and sharp, and shards scattered across the floor.
Qingyue’s mind went blank. The world seemed to freeze until the warm liquid flowing from his forehead trickled into his eyes, blurring his vision. It was only then that he realized he was bleeding.
Under normal circumstances, the strength difference between men and women would be significant, and someone like Duan Wenhu wouldn’t stand a chance against Qingyue.
But Duan Wenhu struck first, and Qingyue was so completely overwhelmed by her presence and the sight of fresh blood that he had zero will to retaliate—fear drove him to surrender and beg for mercy.
"Sister Hui, please! I beg you, please spare me!" Qingyue broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. Tears streamed down his face like beads from a broken necklace, mixing with blood in a sticky mess.
"Duan Wenhu, you’re truly insane." Even in the face of such a bloody scene, Sang Ning remained calm.
"What’s wrong? Is it still not enough for your revenge?" Blood splattered Duan Wenhu’s hands and face. She was now in an extremely excited state, on the brink of losing control.
Unfazed by Sang Ning’s lack of response, Duan Wenhu crouched down and picked up a large shard of glass from the floor.
After being struck by the cup, Qingyue sat limp on the ground. Though his vision was bloodied and blurred, Qingyue hadn’t the strength left to wipe the blood from his eyes.
Pure terror paralyzed him, rendering him as helpless as a lamb waiting for slaughter.
Through a veil of crimson, Qingyue saw the glint of the sharp glass shard. Then, suddenly, fiery pain erupted across his cheek.
"Ah!" Qingyue screamed out; Duan Wenhu had sliced his face with the shard.
His face! His face! It was ruined, and with it, everything else.
"What are you doing?" Sang Ning, struck by Duan Wenhu’s actions, finally showed a hint of shock. Wasn’t Qingyue the person she had doted on the most before? Yet even Qingyue wasn’t safe from her cruelty.
For the first time, Sang Ning’s composure cracked; she was no longer detached from the situation. This pleased Duan Wenhu greatly—she hadn’t expected Sang Ning to falter.
"What’s wrong? Feeling scared now?" Duan Wenhu sneered with a malicious triumph, flaunting the sense of having regained an upper hand. "If you won’t let me live, then let’s die together. Today, I’ll finish off Qingyue. After all, there’s no camera in this room. When the police come, I’ll just say you killed Qingyue. You’ll carry the burden of murder and won’t escape. Go ahead, try me." Fınd the newest release on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝗂𝗋𝖾⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥
Sang Ning stared at Duan Wenhu like she was dealing with someone possessed. "Do you really think the police will believe your lies that easily? The fingerprints on the glass? They’re all yours!"
"So what?" Duan Wenhu raised her head arrogantly. "I’ll insist you were my accomplice. At the very least, you won’t escape the public’s judgment. You and Qingyue have never gotten along. Even if the police can’t pin it on you, your career in the entertainment industry will be over. You’ll be labeled a murderer for life. Even if Li Juezhou is capable, he won’t be able to save you!"
Sang Ning suddenly fell silent. Duan Wenhu grew more smug, convinced she’d cornered Sang Ning’s weak spot.
Qingyue, meanwhile, had fully descended into mental chaos. The only clear thought his mind processed amid its stalling was the undeniable truth—Duan Wenhu wanted him dead.
When life is threatened, survival instincts surge to their peak.
He wanted to fight back. He wanted to kill Duan Wenhu first. He didn’t want to die!
But the lingering aftermath of his body’s fear-induced weakness left Qingyue unable to even stand. He was once again plunged into despair.
Just then, Sang Ning’s voice broke through: "Duan Wenhu, how can you be so sure there’s no camera in this room?"
Duan Wenhu froze mid-action, her smile stiffening briefly before she snapped out of it. Sang Ning must be messing with her. If she believed Sang Ning, she would lose.
"Sang Ning, you’re playing the surveillance card too often. Play it once, it’s clever. Play it too much, and who’s going to believe you?" Duan Wenhu scoffed dismissively, completely disregarding Sang Ning’s words.
"If President Duan doesn’t believe me, then why don’t you greet the livestream audience yourself?" Sang Ning said in a breezy tone, pulling a phone out from inside her clothing.
The phone screen displayed a live broadcast interface, with the rear camera capturing Duan Wenhu’s twisted and confused expression, fully exposed. The comments section was exploding.
Sang Ning switched the rear camera to the front and approached Duan Wenhu’s side, pointing the camera at her. "Alright, I trust everyone watching has enjoyed the show thoroughly. Now, let’s give our President Duan some time to introduce herself."
Duan Wenhu’s face froze on the screen, her expression a masterful display of chaos, as if someone had spilled every color onto her canvas-like face. Within seconds, her expression drained into a pallor as the blood left her face altogether.