I forget you in the depths of time

Chapter 111 Song Qingyue, You Can't Escape
"Please... please spare us..." A weak and hoarse man's voice came from the corner.

They opened the door and entered, and the bright light was projected into the room from the door. The man bathed in the light had a handsome face, but in their eyes, he was the seductress from Shura Hell.

Song Qingyue glanced at Jin Jingyu subconsciously, he didn't react in any particular way, he was still smiling, gentle and harmless.

Suddenly, he turned around and took a look at Song Qingyue, then walked over and slowly closed the door.

Before the light slowly faded away, the creaking sound when the old door closed was like a reminder, Song Qingyue clearly saw the two flinch.

"Mr. Jin, what are you doing here?"

"I said, I will give you a gift. The last meeting was not very pleasant. This is the first time we have met. I will give you a gift."

He approached with a smile, put his arms around her shoulders, and pushed her in, "Don't ask, just see for yourself, do you like this gift?"

Song Qingyue was forcibly pushed to go in. Before that, she couldn't see the faces of the two people clearly, but the closer she got to her, the clearer she could see them.

The blood flowing in the body froze, and the whole body felt cold.

Staring blankly at the two people in the corner, the clear voice next to his ear was like a curse, "Do you know each other? Even after so many years, they haven't changed much. Look, don't their faces look annoying?"

"How about peeling it off?"

The tone of his speech was as normal as discussing what to eat today. The people in the corner didn't know what inhuman treatment they had suffered before. The two big men huddled in the corner and didn't dare to speak a word, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

Hearing that Jin Jingyu was about to peel off their faces, his body trembled like chaff.

"Song Qingyue, do you still hate?" Jin Jingyu easily grasped her, and a delicate dagger was stuffed into her hand, "I know the heart of you, you have been insulted, but the law also There is nothing they can do about it, you see, after several years in prison, they can still come out."

"It's only you who are ruined, your life including your...children."

"Is it good to live in despair?" He patted Song Qingyue's arm, "If it's not good, I will personally return the pain you have suffered!"

She was pushed forward by Jin Jingyu, and he held her hand, holding the dagger tightly in his palm.

Suddenly, the man closest to her jumped out and prostrated himself on the ground, holding her ankle and begging bitterly, "I beg you, please forgive me! At the beginning, I just had a bad idea. I have been in prison for several years, and I have already reformed myself! I beg you to let me go..."

"Don't listen to him. People's bad nature cannot be eradicated. Don't forget how they treated you when you begged them hard."

"You remember that scene better than anyone else, right? You begged them to let you go, but did they?"

"No, no one heard your begging for mercy, and your showing weakness only made them more excited."

"Song Qingyue, they kicked your child to death." He forced Song Qingyue's face to look at him, the amber pupils were like two whirlpools that sucked her heart and soul in, and she only saw the man's movement Two crimson, almost coquettish lips, "Kill them."

"Kill them, and you will be free."

She was trembling, terrified by the bad memories she remembered, and the blood on her face faded sharply.

Like a puppet at the mercy of others, she watched as Jin Jingyu held her hand holding the dagger and slowly lifted it up. He always held her in his arms and led her step by step towards the abyss of sin.

A cold light flashed, the dagger pierced into the flesh, and when the warm liquid sprayed on her hand, it burned her skin.

A tragic howl sounded, awakening Song Qingyue.

She looked at her hand in surprise, released it abruptly, and pushed the person behind her away, her voice trembling, "I... I don't know how you know my past, but Jin Jingyu, I never I thought about killing..."

"That's not my idea, don't impose your perverted psychology on me!" She roared angrily, God knows how scared she was when she saw herself holding a dagger and stabbing someone.

It's okay... just stabbed the opponent's arm...

He stood up, slowly wiping the blood on his hands, "Song Qingyue, I'm helping you."

"Do you dare to say that you don't resent them? Dare you say that you can forget this nightmare?"

"Yes! I can't forget it! I was driven to the point of going crazy!" Song Qingyue said with red eyes, "When I close my eyes, I see everything that happened that night, and I used to wish they had a good death, but Jin Jingyu, I…"

"I can not do it."

"You can't do it because you don't have the ability to do what you want to do."

"No!" she yelled, "I can't do it because I'm human, not a cold-blooded monster!"

"When I kill people, I will be afraid and my conscience will be disturbed. Even if their crimes are unforgivable, I have no right to dominate their lives!"

Jin Jingyu's eyes darkened, "You...just said monster?"

"Yes, monster..." She looked at Jin Jingyu, her eyes were dodged but shocked and frightened, "I hate them, Shen Yichen's indifference, Ning Xiaoyuan's restlessness, but do you know who I hate the most?"

He was silent, Song Qingyue lowered her eyelashes in pain, "What I hate most is myself... I am too cowardly, so I am destined to stand passively."

"It's not your fault." He took a step forward, "You look at me, the world is wrong, you are not wrong, since I hate them, I will accompany you to kill them all..."

"Enough!" Song Qingyue stared at him, "Hatred may be my only motivation to live."

She raised her right hand, revealing the hideous scar, "I tried to die more than once, but after so many years, I found that I was afraid to face death, so I cut off my wrist. At that moment, I Knowing that I am afraid of death...I don't even want to live in pain with a life debt in the future!"

"I will fight for what I want, and I will take it. Even if I want revenge, I will not take such an extreme way."

Jin Jingyu glanced at her, then at the crying and rolling people on the ground, frowning slightly, as if troubled, "I thought you would wish them to die, why are you so soft-hearted? You should be like me, cruel-hearted a little."

"Jin Jingyu, none of us are masters, and no one has the right to control other people's lives. Don't use your perverted desire to kill in the name of helping me."

The thick and sticky smell of blood spread in the air, and she felt that if she continued to stay, she would definitely suffocate.

He kept stepping back, turning around and running without even thinking.

When she opened the door, she heard the voice behind her, "Song Qingyue, you can't escape."

She shuddered and fled in a panic.

After she left, someone came in, leaned against the door and looked at Jin Jingyu, "Tsk tsk, it seems that woman doesn't appreciate it!"

Jin Jingyu took a cool look at him, kicked the man who was still twitching on the ground in disgust, then walked out, "You clean it up."

"Does clean up mean leaving them alive, or destroying the corpses?"

Not afraid of Jin Jingyu's cold gaze, he raised his shoulders indifferently, "Didn't that woman just want to kill someone? I was afraid that your eldest son Jin would change his mind because of her, so I asked a little more, so that I wouldn't make a mistake. meaning."

"Do not stay."

He glanced at the grassy yard, "I will do what she can't do."

"I always forgot to ask, you disappeared without saying a word, and your temperament changed drastically when you came back. What happened?"

"Back then..." Jin Jingyu raised her lips and smiled, her slender fox eyes raised slightly, "Guess."

He patted the other person on the shoulder and chuckled, "Clean it up, I'll go first."

"Hey-"

He looked at the people walking in the yard with a complicated expression, "You said Song Qingyue is sick, but I think you are the one who is sick, Jin Jingyu."

Jin Jingyu snorted disdainfully, and left the yard without looking back, the person who was left alone shook his head helplessly.

……

When Song Qingyue returned to the hotel in a daze, Shen Yichen, who had come back early, saw the blood on her hand, frowned deeply, pulled her, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you injured?"

Withdrawing his hand like an electric shock, "No..."

He didn't ask where Song Qingyue was going, but took her to the toilet to clean.

The sluggish Qingtong gradually focused, and when Shen Yichen carefully wiped her hands with a towel, his brows and eyes moved slightly, "Shen Yichen."

"Ok?"

Seeing that she didn't speak, Shen Yichen looked up at her, "Why?"

Her eyes were as red as a rabbit, "That child is gone... Are you sad?"

As if she didn't expect her to mention this suddenly, Shen Yichen was startled, his eyes sank, "Yes."

One word is enough, at least even though the child left, Shen Yichen is still in pain like her, that's enough.

She suddenly hugged him tightly, from seeing Jin Jingyu's restless heart and being forced to arouse the dark past by him, at this moment she was relieved.

Song Qingyue thought that Shen Yichen forced her illness, so Yaoyin could only be him.

She tightened the clothes on Shen Yichen's waist, "Shen Yichen, I hate you."

"Ah."

"One day, I will definitely let you have nothing!"

"Okay, I'll wait."

He patted Song Qingyue's thin back, his heavy eyes were smudged like ink.

At that time, Song Qingyue didn't know that she would make a prophecy come true. In the future, she not only did it, but also lost her original self, and even lost this man that she loved and hated.

After she calmed down, Shen Yichen didn't even ask about her whereabouts.

"I have negotiated with the DK consortium. In the future, DK and Shen will cooperate."

Song Qingyue snorted, "Then when shall we go back?"

"In two days." Shen Yichen looked at her calmly with cold eyes, "It's rare to come out, so treat it as a vacation and have a good rest for two days."

"You still have tough battles to fight. I'll leave the Ning family's affairs to you, and you can handle them yourself."

He pressed the top of Song Qingyue's hair, "I'm in charge, so you don't have to panic, you can do it according to your ideas, the road has been chosen for you, how to go, how far you can go can only be up to you."

"Shen Yichen..." she stopped the man who was about to go to the bathroom, "don't you ask me where I went?"

The figure paused slightly, and the person with his back to her took a long time to reply, "You didn't want to tell me, I asked, but you wouldn't answer."

"Song Qingyue, you always know my bottom line. I don't care what you do, except that you can't graft the feelings you gave me in the past to other men."

(End of this chapter)