One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire’s Sweet Love

Her eyes were shut tightly with her brows in deep furrow. A streak of blood rolled down from a corner of her mouth as she clenched her teeth tightly; her lips’ contour was somewhat distorted as though she were trying to suppress something inside her.

Despite her half-coma state, both her hands were covering her abdomen. She had maintained this strange posture where her body was curled up slightly.

The woman seemed to have fainted from the pain and lay stiff and stark without movement.

The door to the cell opened, and Mu Wanrou sauntered in with a bunch of black-suited burly men in tow.

Standing still in one spot, she signaled one of them with her eyes, and the man standing at one side strode over to the woman.

The man had a hideous scar that covered half of his face, and this made his ugly features even more terrifying.

He walked up to the woman and kicked her in the face with the tip of his shoe. Seeing no response, he shoved her shoulder to rouse her again.

There was a sound of kacha , which seemed to suggest that a bone was out of place. The woman had apparently truly fainted as there was still no movement from her after a while.

He looked over his shoulder and signaled his lackey, who nodded in understanding. Walking over, his man passed him a pair of handcuffs that he used to cuff her to a metal column. After which, he splashed a pail of cold water mixed with salt, which was brought to him, over her drooping head.

The salt water fell on the woman like a waterfall and seeped into the wounds on her body. Under the onslaught of intense pain, Yun Shishi opened her eyes and inhaled deeply in shock.

The sudden extreme pain caused her to jerk her head up against the wall behind her. She was somewhat conscious after the hard smack.

She shook her head hard to dislodge the salt water that had seeped into her eyes. Her blurry vision overlapped to a gradual, clear vision where she could see the person standing in front of her.

Before she could react, Mu Wanrou walked up to her, squatted, and yanked her face close to the former by her damp, wet hair.

The brute force was strong enough to tear the hair off her scalp; it was so much so that she was knocked awake by the pain.

The woman grinded her teeth and reached her hand to pat her opponent’s face with an eerie smile. “Yun Shishi, I didn’t expect you to be so tough! Look at you now; such a dismal sight to behold! You wouldn’t suffer like this if you didn’t go against me, would you? Ha ha ha!”

She curled her lips up into a sneer. Lifting her laden eyes, her tongue slowly hooked away the bloody sweet-metallic stain on her lip flaps. At this moment, she could not tell if this was her blood or the taste of the salt water.

She snorted all of a sudden and blandly remarked, “He he… Now that I’m so closeup with you, I realize how disgusting and nauseating your face looks!”

Her enemy laughed in angry tantrum. Sneering, she flashed her pearlescent teeth and warned in a low tone, “You are just a shameless b*tch, yet you’re still trying to act tough in the face of death?! It seems that you haven’t had enough punishment! He he! If you are smart, you will know the smart thing to do. Kneel down and beg for my mercy, and who knows? I may just let you off when my mood turns bright! What do you think? Do you want to beg me for mercy?”

She merely looked lazily at her with half-closed eyes. The glint of coldness in them seemed to mock her opponent’s stupidity and naivety.