Reborn Princess Chasing Her Husband Crematorium

Wu Huaqin's eyes had never been more sinister than before.

He strode forward, picked up Qin Siwan from the waist, and threw her on the bed with a bang.

Before Qin Siwan could react, he was about to tear Qin Siwan's clothes off.

"Stop!" Qin Siwan shouted.

"Stop?" Wu Huaqin said fiercely, "You belong to me. If I want you to wear clothes, you have to wear them. If I want you to take off your clothes, you have to take them off!"

"No! Stop!" Qin Siwan resisted with all her strength.

She is still intact, and this is the only thing she can protect. No matter whether she is divorced or dies in the future, at least she will have a pure body.

After she got married and learned that Wu Huaqin was not interested in women because he liked Long Yang, she didn't want Wu Huaqin to touch her at all.

Wu Huaqin didn't know why he was so crazy at this moment, and it seemed that he was going to break her body.

Of course Qin Siwan doesn't want to, not even to death.

She had had enough and had endured enough.

There was a sound of "pop-", and a deep mark was made on Qin Siwan's face.

Immediately, Wu Huaqin controlled her with force and tried to tear off her clothes.

"No!" Qin Siwan resisted with all her strength.

During the struggle, his hand hit Wu Huaqin on the face.

"Telling you to hit me?" Wu Huaqin said fiercely, "Telling you to hit me?!"

Another slap in the face.

Qin Siwan's originally delicate face instantly became red and swollen from these slaps.

Wu Huaqin stared at the palm prints, his eyes became more and more sinister, and his attacks became more and more ruthless.

Then, with a sound of "tear--", he tore Qin Siwan's clothes apart.

The clothes slowly fell in the air and fell to the ground.

As the clothes were removed, Qin Siwan's tender white body was unreservedly exposed to Wu Huaqin's eyes.

Wu Huaqin stopped for a moment, his eyes widened, and he gradually became abnormal.

Wu Huaqin imagined this spring scene as a Shen Qing.

There was a beast-like desire in his eyes.

Qin Siwan was frightened by Wu Huaqin's fierce look, and she even wondered if Wu Huaqin wanted to kill her on the bed.

Qin Siwan resisted with all her hands and feet, but she was a weak woman after all, so she was no match for Wu Huaqin.

Qin Siwan just used some force and suffered a heavier beating.

Resist again, fight again.

No matter what Qin Siwan did, it was useless. In the end, she was beaten until she collapsed on the bed, with tears streaming down her face.

At this moment, Wu Huaqin's body suddenly pressed on her.

Qin Siwan even smelled Wu Huaqin's foul body odor.

Qin Siwan couldn't help but feel nauseated at the thought of Wu Huaqin and Bi Zirui being together.

When Wu Huaqin saw Qin Siwan like this, he became angry and started to be rough with Qin Siwan.

Qin Siwan was completely desperate.

After the abuse, she threw herself into the lake and committed suicide.

With this determination, Qin Siwan gave up resistance.

Seeing that Qin Siwan no longer resisted, Wu Huaqin showed a proud smile.

"If you obey earlier, you won't have to suffer this physical pain."

After saying that, Wu Huaqin started to move.

However, at the most critical moment, Wu Huaqin gave up again.

Wu Huaqin tried again and again, forcing Qin Siwan to do various actions.

But it still doesn't work.

Finally, Qin Siwan sneered.

This sneer made Wu Huaqin lose his mind.

He grabbed Qin Siwan's neck: "Why are you laughing?"

Qin Siwan no longer compromised and stared at Wu Huaqin with strong hatred.

"You are laughing at me!" Qin Siwan said with sarcasm and disdain on her face.

This look of looking down on him reminded Wu Huaqin of Tang Zongjiu.

"What did you say?!" Wu Huaqin roared at Qin Siwan.

"I said I was laughing at you and you didn't do it!" Qin Siwan also shouted at Wu Huaqin.

"Ah——!" Wu Huaqin went crazy.

"You have the ability to kill me, but even if you kill me, it won't change the fact that you don't love women!"

"what--!"

The winter in the Imperial City was bitingly cold in November, and Qin Siwan was beaten and tortured on the ground like an animal by Wu Huaqin.It was already late at night, and the sounds of beatings, accompanied by Wu Huaqin's hysterical roars, spread throughout the Wu Mansion.

In the yard of the two girls, Wu Weimang was extremely anxious.

"Sister! If this continues, my sister-in-law will die!" Wu Weimang's eyes were a little red.

Previously, the two sisters went to see Mrs. Wang, but she was sent back by saying, "Qin Siwan is lucky to be able to vent her son's anger."

Wu Weiwei didn't know what to do at this time.

"Do you have any idea?" Wu Weiwei asked.

In the past, Wu Weimang always had more ideas than her sister.

"Sister, we have to find Princess Shu Ning!" Wu Weimang said.

"You're crazy! It's almost midnight! There's already a curfew outside. What if something happens to a girl like you?" Wu Weiwei was shocked when she heard Wu Weimang's words.

Her sister is too courageous!

"What else? Watching my sister-in-law die?" Wu Weimang felt that Shen Qing was their only hope.

Wu Weiwei fell into silence. She didn't want anything to happen to Qin Siwan, but she didn't want anything to happen to her sister.

Qin Siwan's screams came from outside the house again.

The two girls were frightened.

They even think that getting married is such a terrifying thing.

"No, sister, I have to go!" Wu Weimang wiped away the tears that were swirling in his eyes.

She looked determined and determined to do something within her power for Qin Siwan.

Another wail came.

"Sister! I can't wait any longer!" Wu Weimang said, grabbing his sister.

If Wu Weimang wanted to leave the house secretly, he was determined not to hide it from Wu Weiwei. Once Wu Weiwei went to complain to her parents, everything Wu Weimang had done would be in vain.

Wu Weiwei stared at her sister for a while.

Finally nodded.

Wu Weiwei turned around and walked to the cabinet, took out a pocket knife from the cabinet and handed it to Wu Weimang.

"I'll take you to the backyard. Do you still remember the low wall? We are still the same as when we were children. You step on my back to see if you can get out."

"Although the princess's mansion is not very far from our home, I'm really worried about you going out alone at night. This knife will help you defend yourself."

Wu Weiwei didn't have a coy temper, so after saying that, she led Wu Weimang to the low wall.

"Come on, step on it!"

Wu Weiwei bent down.

Wu Weimang looked resolute, her life was at stake, and she could not accept how her brother treated her wife.

"Sister, help me hide it after I leave!"

Wu WeiMang was petite, raised his leg and stepped on Wu Weiwei's back, and put his hands on the top of the low wall.

"I'm standing up little by little now, you step on my shoulders!" Wu Weiwei said, standing up straight.

"it is good!"

As a result, the two sisters stood up straight little by little.

Wu Weimang's entire head was already exposed outside the wall.

Then, Wu Weiwei raised her hand, put it on the sole of Wu Weimang's shoe, and lifted Wu Weimang up with strength.

Wu Weimang exerted all his strength with both hands and suddenly stepped on the wall.

She lowered her head and said to Wu Weiwei: "Sister, I'm going!"

"Be careful!" Wu Weiwei has never done anything so bold in her life.

She was really worried about Wu Weimang, but Qin Siwan's painful wailing was also too much for her to bear.

"I know, go back quickly!"

After saying that, Wu Weimang made full preparations and jumped out of the courtyard of Wu Mansion.

The moment she fell to the ground, Wu Weimang felt a burst of pain, and her hands on the ground were scratched due to the cushioning.

After all, it was winter, and Wu Weimang was a wealthy lady who couldn't lift her hands or resist her shoulders. Her skin was as smooth as water.

This fall not only bruised the skin on his hands, but also tore his clothes in several places.

"Hiss—" Wu Weimang has been afraid of pain since she was a child. Today's fall made her burst into tears.

But Wu Weimang did not back down. She was the only one who could save Qin Siwan.

In the night, with the bright moon in the sky, the coldness of silence came from all directions around Wu Weimang.

No less than a slight awn, making a torch into a yang.

Even the smallest ray of light can shine like the sun.

Wu Weimang deserves the word "Weimang".

(End of this chapter)