CEO's Mistaken Wife

Even though the first month was almost over, the weather in the capital was still very cold.

These days, Jian Xin did not go out nor did she stay at home all day.

She had always been a woman who loved to be beautiful.

Although her face was ruined, she did not give up on herself, because beautiful makeup was equally important.

She turned her back, but her scarred face was nowhere to be seen. Even if she only looked at her back, she would still think that she was a rare beauty.

Her slender waist was gripped tightly, and her wavy golden hair was casually draped over her waist.

After taking a few big gulps of the soup, Gu Nanjing's gaze landed on Jian Xin's back.

She was wearing a bright red coat today, the color of blood. It was a shocking shade of red.

He stared at her for a good while, but Gu Nanjing didn't look away. Logically speaking, she shouldn't listen to him like she did in the past.

Could it be …

Thinking to this point, Gu Nanjing retracted his gaze and looked at the bowl of soup in front of him that he had already consumed more than half of it.

As he had not eaten a single meal in days, he was in too much of a hurry and did not notice that the soup tasted different.

Now that he thought about it, the soup seemed to have some sort of medicinal flavor. It was definitely not the flavor of the ginseng, but rather another kind of medicinal flavor that he did not know clearly.

"Damn it!" He cursed, picked up his bowl and threw it at Jian Xin, shouting angrily, "What the f * ck did you add to this soup?"

The bowl hit Jian Xin's back and made a muffled sound as it smashed. The scalding soup instantly painted a greasy mark on her red clothes.

The soup dribbled down the side of the coat.

Jian Xin did not turn back. Her back was perfectly straight, and her body was stiff like a sculpture.

Seeing that she did not react, Gu Nanjing became even more furious, he grabbed the spoon on the table and threw it at Jian Xin again: "You f * cking died? Turn around! "

This time, the spoon did not hit Jian Xin but flew past her ear and landed beside her foot with a clank.

Her hand, at her side, tightened, as if she were trying to dig her nails into her flesh.

"Young Master Gu, I was kind enough to give you the soup to feed the dogs. It's fine if you don't know how to be grateful, but you even threw a bowl at me and used the soup to splash me. What do you think I should say about that?"

She spoke harshly, but her eyes were twinkling. The smile he tried his best to maintain had a hideous scar on it, giving off a nauseating feeling of incompatibility.

Looking at Jian Xin's sinister scar, and listening to Jian Xin's tone of voice, Gu Nanjing suddenly felt a wave of dizziness.

His heart tightened as he looked back at the bowl of soup in front of him — there must be something wrong with it. However, he did not know what Jian Xin, this slut, had added.

He suddenly stood up, but felt his head go numb. However, before he could think of anything else, his monstrous rage had seized his rationality. He strode to Jian Xin's side and grabbed her hair: "You slut, you want to kill me?! It's not that easy! " After he finished speaking, he forcefully pulled Jian Xin's head and smashed it onto the table: "This old man will kill you today, you bitch."

Jian Xin was unable to react in time, and her strength was inferior to Gu Nanjing's by a thousand miles. Suddenly, she heard a muffled explosion in her ears, and then a series of explosions sounded out in her head.

Yes, in these few days at home, Jian Xin did not do anything. Every day, she would think about how to kill Gu Nanjing, this dog.

She wanted to kill him, to take away everything he had, and make him pay the price for everything he had done!

Initially, she was still conflicted over how she should get in contact with Gu Nanjing, but she never thought that this bastard would deliver himself to her doorstep. She was almost ecstatic to prepare chicken soup for the bastard, and then she put some sleeping pills in the chicken soup.

Everything was flawless, and she would soon be able to kill her enemy.

But unfortunately, Gu Nanjing discovered it.

Right now, the person who should have died is currently beating her with punches and kicks. Yet, she can only scream.

Again and again.

Every strike was painful to the core.

"Go to hell!" Gu Nanjing roared. When he thought about how this damned bitch had poisoned him, he could not suppress the anger in his heart. While he scolded Jian Xin "bitch" and "bitch", he continued to kick Jian Xin hard. He stepped on Jian Xin and beat her up, as if he was going to beat her to dust.

After who knows how long, Jian Xin no longer had the strength to scream before she stopped.

He looked at Jian Xin who was lying on the ground like a broken doll and laughed complacently. Then, he spat on Jian Xin's scarred face, "Bitch!"

He sat back in his chair, panting.

This violent beating had crippled a lot of his physical strength, and the bowl of chicken soup with sleeping pills had also gradually taken effect. At this time, he only felt dizzy, and couldn't help but want to lie down and rest for a while.

However, before he could even sit still, he felt a shadow stand up beside him. Instinctively, he reached out to grab that shadow.

But the sleeping pills began to work, and for a moment his reaction was much weaker, his hands empty. He looked carefully, only to see that the place where Jian Xin had laid was empty, and only a small pool of blood remained.

Gu Nanjing was startled, and thought it was not good, he immediately turned his head to search for Jian Xin's figure, but before he could find her, a heavy object smashed onto his head.

With a burst of pain, Gu Nanjing fell to the ground.

He was angry, afraid, and shrieking — He saw Jian Xin holding the hammer, looking down at him from above.

Jian Xin was laughing, his smile pulling on the scars he had left behind, looking especially sinister and terrifying. But it was surprisingly beautiful … That smile came from the bottom of her heart, and for a moment, Gu Nanjing saw the shadow of a child in Jian Xin's eyes.

At that time, she was beautiful and naive. She followed behind him and shouted in a soft voice, "Brother Nanjing, do you like it?"

Beautiful, he wanted to reply, but in the blink of an eye, his adorable face was covered with long, deep knife wounds.

All of it was done by him.

Suddenly, Gu Nanjing felt a fear that he had never felt before.

He wanted to scream and run, but the sleeping pills slowed him down, and the pain in his head stopped his throat.

Jian Xin approached Gu Nanjing step by step. Seeing this man, who she had once yearned for so much, squirming like a dying insect, Jian Xin felt a wave of happiness in her heart.

It was just as ugly as she was.

She laughed out loud and suddenly rushed over to sit on Gu Nanjing's body — — just like how he used to sit on her body.

"I'm not going to die," she whispered with a grin. "You're the one who deserves to die!"

With that, she raised the iron hammer in her hand and smashed it towards Gu Nanjing's head.

"Listen, don't!"

Gu Nanjing screamed and begged for mercy, but he couldn't block the falling hammer.

Again and again.