Chapter 375: The devil’s revenge (2)
Mingshen adjusted his gloves with deliberate care, his movements sharp and methodical. Across the room, Fenhua sat stiffly on a metal chair, wrists bound neatly with medical-grade restraints as if she was nothing more than a problematic patient awaiting treatment.
Fenhua’s back pressed against the chair. "Wi-wife?"
"Are your ears not working?"
Fenhua stared at his disdainful sneer and gritted her lips. "So w-what if I said that? Everybody knows it. She is just a charity case you picked up! She was always like that! Even now! In the party she had said that there was nothing going on between you two but here you claim that she is your wife. This is what I called her! A liar!"
The next moment, Fenhua’s head snapped sideways as Mingshen’s gloved palm struck his face. The sound was soft, almost gentle, no more than the brush of a feather but it left a harsh red imprint across Fenhua’s cheek.
Fenhua jerked in the chair, trembling in disbelief. "You...H-How dare you..."
Mingshen tilted his head, almost fascinated. "Considering how much humiliation my wife bore by your filthy mouth, you turned out to be too weak to even take a slap."
"You hit me!" Tears flowed as her cheeks stung with a burning pain.
His eyes gleamed with something far more dangerous than anger. It was amusement - cold, calculating amusement. He walked closer, the scalpel gleaming under the white lights.
"The pain you have put my wife through is a hundred times worse than this."
He then arched his brow.