Chapter 210 Cutting the Wrist
"Ji Rourou, if you want to be embarrassed, why not go back and do it behind closed doors?"
Ji Rourou was drinking here with some friends that day. During the dinner, they talked about her marriage to Yanzhuang, and someone sneered sarcastically.
This isn't the first time, that's all.
But what she couldn't accept was that after Yanzhuang came, he faced the cynicism and sarcasm from others. He had no intention of helping her and was so cowardly that he didn't even say a fair word.
How cruel to her.
It was as if she had put a knife on his neck to force him to marry her.
Obviously she is also a victim.
"Don't you love Ji Lan? She is right in front of you now, tell her! Tell her personally that you love her. You love her so much that you can't help yourself, and you haven't forgotten your love to this day."
"Show her your sincerity. Maybe she will give up Ji Mingzong for you?"
"Ji Rourou? Why are you so crazy? If you two want to fight, get away from me," Xu Ying finally figured it out.
The two people were quarreling and happened to see them there, so they came over to the scene.
Ji Rourou's eyes were scarlet, and her mind was filled with Yanzhuang's cowardice, incompetence, and indifferent attitude.
"Yanzhuang, do you know how cowardly you are? You can't resist the family, and you don't dare to tell the other party what you think. If you can't achieve high or low, you can't make progress, you can't retreat. You can only accept your fate and marry me. Do you think that you will be left alone? If your friends step on me and trample me, can you be with the woman you love?”
"A coward like you will only become a victim of the family in this life. No matter whether the person standing opposite you is Ji Lan, Li Lan or Wang Lan, you will only be able to love but not love in this life."
"No wonder she would rather do those morally corrupt things with others than choose you."
Pa——Yanzhuang couldn’t bear it anymore and slapped Ji Rourou on the face.
He stared at her angrily, his eyes wide with anger as he wished he could tear her into pieces.
His face was forbearing, as if he was looking at an enemy he wanted to kill but couldn't.
"You hit me?" Ji Rourou was surprised, covering her face, tears falling down.
Turning around, she raised her hand and slapped him back, and when Yanzhuang didn't make a move, she slapped him again.
In the chaos, someone was recording with a mobile phone.
Xu Ying and Ji Lan stood on one side, stunned.
Unscathed, he was forced to watch a big show.
Until a so-called friend rushed over, pushed the two people standing at the door of the compartment, and closed the door.
Isolated from the eyes watching the show from outside.
"The waiter at the banquet," Xu Ying looked at the cousin at the banquet house and twitched her lips sarcastically: "This is the box I reserved. I'm afraid you have forgotten the relationship between our sisters and these two."< br>
The waiter at the banquet rubbed his hands and looked at Xu Ying with a flattering look on his face: "Sister Ying, calm down. Isn't there nothing I can do? You see, these two are making a big fuss. Sister Lan's reputation will definitely be implicated. Be tolerant, be tolerant.”
"Am I a dumpling? I have to tolerate everything? Let them go, or don't force me to give up."
"Sister Ying, please do well," Yan Xiaoer has been hanging out in the circle for a long time. He is considered a half-follower of Yanzhuang. He is very familiar with this group of people.
After such a long time, he was still able to be played with by everyone even though his family background was not very good, which proved that he was still quite capable.
One mouthful at a time, her posture was so low that she almost knelt on the ground.
The atmosphere in the box was strange. Ji Lan held his hand on the back of the chair and stared at Yanzhuang and Ji Rourou.
It's funny to say, the two of them were in such a quarrel.
Her reputation as an outsider was thrown to the ground.
Moral turpitude is used to describe her.
Activity?
Is she so easy to bully?
At the end of the day, a careless chuckle sounded, and Ji Lan called out softly: "Ji Rourou."
Ji Rourou looked back before she could speak.
Ji Lan slapped her in the face: "Who allowed you to slander my reputation outside?" "Moral turpitude? Activities? You should tell me what kind of moral turpitude I have done."
Seeing Ji Lan getting angry, Xu Ying's clear eyes instantly brightened.
What if Ji Rourou is also unlucky this time?
Ji Lan has made it clear in the past few days that she is very caring. She came to him regardless of life and death, didn't she just want to make people angry?
If you can't smoke Ji Mingzong, you can't smoke Ji Rourou?
"How about I tell you all your deeds and let everyone judge who is more morally bankrupt?"
As soon as Ji Lan's words came out, Ji Rourou's face turned pale, she covered her face and stared at her, but she didn't dare to make any sound.
"Go away, don't make me say it a second time."
This winter, it started in early April and lasted half a year.
It may be short-term or long-term, but every time Yanzhuang sees Ji Lan, there is always a different change. She has gone from being timid and afraid to speak to the capable businessman she is today.
At first he was surprised by Ji Lan's rapid growth.
Only now do I know that all of this was the encouragement given to her by Ji Mingzong behind his back.
She is becoming more and more like Ji Mingzong, whether it is the way she acts, the way she behaves, or the way she speaks.
They all bear the shadow of the superior.
The third master of the Ji family was famous in Beijing and Hong Kong. He was so famous that his father repeatedly told him not to provoke Ji Lan for fear of offending Ji Mingzong.
Yanzhuang was unwilling to give in, but as Ji Rourou said, he had no power to resist the family.
So that day, he stood in front of Ji Lan, his eyes were scarlet, and when tears fell silently, he didn't even dare to call out Ji Lan.
Both Li Zhen and Ji Mingzong were better than him.
Reluctant, helpless, and no solution.
But he also felt that life was really boring.
This terrible life is over.
He groaned and mustered up all the courage to speak: "Lan Lan."
The word "weak" seemed to exhaust all his strength.
"Yanzhuang, be careful what you say," Ji Lan stared at him solemnly and uttered four words.
The latter gently tugged at the corner of his lips and smiled. From the corner of his side eyes, he caught a glimpse of the fruit knife on the fruit plate. In just the blink of an eye, the cold knife passed along the artery of his hand.
Three consecutive stabs, and blood spurted out.
The private room is not big, with a small square table with four chairs, and a dim ambient light falling on the table, creating a drinking atmosphere.
"Fanzhuang?"
"Brother!"
"Yanzhuang."
Several calls rang out in succession. Ji Rourou was the first to react when she was close and reached out to snatch the fruit knife from his hand.
Next, Yan Xiaoer rushed over and held down the struggling Yanzhuang.
For a time, there was chaos and chaos.
"Sir, something happened in the bar. Yanzhuang was helped out covered in blood."
Yan Hui was leaning on the car to smoke when he saw this panic scene. He was so nervous that he opened the back seat door without even cutting off his cigarette.
The man who was leaning in the back seat with his eyes closed and concentrating heard this, his eyes suddenly opened, he got out of the car with big strides, and headed towards the bar eagerly.
When she pushed through the crowd and entered the box, Xu Ying was wiping the blood on Ji Lan's face with a tissue.
"That crazy guy at Yanzhuang, stay away! She slit her wrists in front of you, she's a fucking idiot!"