Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 219 The Truth About Ten Years Ago (3)
"Don't tell me true love. In my eyes, it's just a disgusting affair."

"You are not allowed to say that about my mother!"

Unlike Qiao Xinhui's dejection, Qiao Nianzhao seemed to be losing his temper.

She could not conceal her indignation on her pretty face, and she yelled at Jin Ziqi, who was filled with sarcasm, "Why do you say that about my mother? If my mother wasn't sick, you think we would beg you all so humbly." A hypocritical superior?"

"It turned out to be sick!"

Jin Ziqi saw herself in the dream showing a clear smile, but she was surprisingly gloating. She never thought that the noble and indifferent Jin Ziqi had such a dark expression.

Looking at Qiao Nianzhao's red eye circles, she felt a surge of joy in her heart, and turned to look at Qiao Xinhui: "How serious is your illness, that you are thinking about making arrangements for the funeral?"

"Jin Ziqi!" Qiao Nianzhao yelled at her for the first time in those years when she got rid of the little sheep's skin.

She glanced at Qiao Nianzhao, disapproving, but stared at Qiao Xinhui as if she was going to burn a hole in her.

"Did my father teach you? Let you move me first and move me with emotion and reason, and then let me persuade my mother with the same angry and tearful words. I think, you ask me of……"

She raised her eyebrows and looked at Qiao Nianzhao with sarcasm, "Let your daughter come into Jin's house?"

On Qiao Xinhui's face was the embarrassment of being talked about. Facing the cynicism of a young girl, she just clenched her hands and endured it silently. There was no anger or unwillingness on her face, only melancholy sentimentality.

"Ziqi, even if I made a mistake, it's my fault. Xiao Zhao is just a child and innocent. If I can go back, I won't make a second mistake. Now you should take pity on me, a sick person, Xiao Zhao. After all, Zhao is still your sister..."

"It seems that you didn't hear what I just said clearly." She just interrupted Qiao Xinhui coldly, her eyes were firm: "I don't have a younger sister, even if I do, it was born from my mother's womb!"

After finishing speaking, she stopped looking at Qiao Xinhui's completely pale face, and walked back in the night over her thin body. The mother and daughter were left behind by her, and she could still faintly hear Qiao Nianzhao's sobbing .

She was walking aimlessly with her luggage, and boundless darkness surrounded her.

I don't know when he stopped, looked around blankly, and then turned into an alley.

Because she saw the huge pile of rubbish in the alley, she tightened the violin case in her hand, and Jin Ziqi in her sleep had already guessed that she wanted to discard this seemingly expensive violin.

violin……

Jin Ziqi couldn't help thinking of the scene of Qin Yuan standing by the piano and playing the violin and looking at her with lingering eyes, and the scene where she saw him kissing another girl in the tulip bushes of Oxford University.

All these are not illusory dreams, but the memories she once buried in her heart.

The violin case fell into the stinking garbage, and was about to turn around to leave, when a sharp brake sound broke into the dream, and the dazzling headlights surrounded her from behind.

A panic rose from the bottom of his heart, Jin Ziqi clenched his fists, but stubbornly did not wake up from the dream.

The sound of footsteps with different frequencies echoed in the alley, and in the light on the surrounding ground, tall black figures were reflected one after another, with their heads tilted or their legs shaking, as if they were watching her from behind and preparing to move.

The man's provocative whistle sounded a little scary in the quiet alley.

While those black shadows were gradually approaching, she didn't look back, and walked forward holding the handle of the suitcase.

Wanted to get out of this place quickly as if I didn't see it.

But in front of her was stopped by a gangster with dyed yellow hair, and she couldn't help but took a step back, but was immediately surrounded by five or six men, who looked at her with smiles on their chests.

"What do you want to do?" Her indifferent and vigilant demeanor drew a strange sneer.

When Jin Ziqi saw a gangster stretching out his hand and making a teasing gesture, he wanted to rush over, but found that he in his dream resolutely avoided, and coldly reprimanded: "Get out!"

But as soon as her voice fell, she was slapped by that bastard.

The fiery pain was actually reflected on her cheeks, followed by a feeling of dizziness and lightheadedness, accompanied by the scolding voice of the gangster: "Shame on your face, stinky bitch!"

"What are you talking to her about so much, why don't you hurry up and leave!" Another person urged anxiously.

The picture in the dream was a bit chaotic. She saw herself pushing and shoving with those gangsters, struggling to escape, but was pushed to the ground violently by them, messing up her smooth long hair.

There was a sharp pain when the stone was hit on the knee, and those gangsters slowly approached, and the laughter sounded around, and they were scrambling to discuss, "I will come first, if you are a buddy, don't fight with me!"

"It's cheaper for you, then I am the second one. I have never tasted such a beautiful chick!"

"What did you grab? Didn't the person who gave you the money say that, as long as no one dies, it doesn't matter what we do!"

Fear quickly spread in the dream, and she saw that she was clutching the clothes on her chest and trying to retreat, but bumped into the cold wall behind her, and her usually neat nails were covered with mud.

The camera in the dream suddenly changed, and she saw that the alley suddenly became noisy, and she saw herself standing by the wall who should have fallen to the ground, and those gangsters were pulling together with another slim figure.

She heard the painful cries of the woman being beaten, and the insults of those gangsters, and the figures reflected on the wall mixed together indiscriminately, and she saw those gangsters approaching her.

Then she heard the shout of the woman surrounded by gangsters: "Xiao Zhao, Ziqi, run!"

It's Qiao Xinhui, it's Qiao Xinhui's voice...

Jin Ziqi's forehead was dripping with wet sweat, as if he couldn't believe that Qiao Xinhui saved her in the scene she saw in her dream, while she herself was being brutally beaten by those gangsters.

Qiao Nianzhao's panicked cries sounded from the side, and when she turned her head, she saw Qiao Nianzhao sitting in the corner with his head folded, his petite body trembling uncontrollably, looking frightened.

There was a cold knife lying on the corner of the alley. Jin Ziqi saw that he picked up the knife in a hurry, stabilized his trembling hands, and wanted to threaten those gangsters to let Qiao Xinhui go.

However, her figure suddenly became unstable, and she fell forward, and the huge momentum was too late to recover.

Then she felt the clear "hissing" sound of the sharp blade piercing into the flesh, and the warm liquid gurgled down her wrist and flowed down her arm into her sleeve, and she shuddered suddenly.

She looked down and saw that the long knife in her hand had sunk into a body, the surrounding was deathly silent, even the sound of breathing became suppressed, her hands turned blood red, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air.

(End of this chapter)