Fated to My Billionaire Husband
Chapter 1395: Why Don’t You Kill Yourself for Me to See

Chapter 1395: Chapter 1395: Why Don’t You Kill Yourself for Me to See

"You don’t know anything?" Qi Ruigang sneered maliciously, "You’ve been having an affair with him all along. The moment something happens to you, he immediately knows. If it’s not you tipping him off, then what is it?! Slut, don’t forget who you are; you’re my woman. Even if I beat you to death, he has no right to interfere!"

Mo Lan’s face turned pale...

Is he really going to beat her to death?

Suddenly, she remembered what Nangong Yufei had said before.

[Why does he think he can beat you whenever he feels like it? Who does he think he is? Not even the King of Heaven would dare to be so lawless!]

[The next time he dares to lay a hand on you, you ask him on what grounds, ask him what gives him the right to hit you, ask him if he still considers himself a man!]

[Remember, the more afraid of him you are, the more submissive you become, the more he’ll bully you.]

Yeah, what right does he have to hit her? And why should she submit to it?

He’s going to beat her to death anyway if she doesn’t fight back, she might as well go all out!

With these thoughts, a surge of courage suddenly rose within Mo Lan.

She looked straight at him and said coldly, "You’re making baseless accusations! I have nothing to do with Qi Ruisen, if you say we have an affair, then show me the evidence! Also, what gives you the right to hit me? I’ve done nothing wrong!"

Qi Ruigang looked astonished. He must have heard wrong.

The timid woman is actually daring to talk to him in this tone...

Mo Lan’s body was trembling as she continued to yell fearlessly, "Qi Ruigang, if you dare to lay a hand on me again, I’ll kill myself right in front of you. I would rather die than suffer your torture any longer!"

With that, she grabbed the fruit knife from the bedside table and pressed it fiercely against her own neck.

"I’m nothing but a venting tool for you, I’ve longed to die. Better dead than tormented by you!"

Qi Ruigang narrowed his cold eyes, his face terrifyingly frightening.

Mo Lan had thrown caution to the wind, her eyes wide open, fearlessly staring at him.

If he really dares to come over... she’d commit suicide, rather than live...

"Lanlan, you don’t have the heart to die; you’re afraid of death," Qi Ruigang suddenly sneered.

She was very timid and afraid of pain.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have endured so many years of torment without ever attempting suicide.

Mo Lan gripped the knife handle tightly, "I’m not afraid now... don’t believe me? Just try me!"

In her eyes, a fierce and resolute light sparkled.

All those years of suppressed grievances and resentments had driven her to a breaking point.

At worst, she would die; death would be a relief. It would free her from this devil forever...

Qi Ruigang snorted coldly, "Do you really not fear death?"

He took a step toward her, the coldness in his eyes flashing with malice.

"Don’t come any closer..." Mo Lan stepped back, pressing the blade against her neck.

"Why don’t you commit suicide for me to see?" Qi Ruigang took another step, now standing in front of the bed.

Mo Lan leaned tightly against the headboard, warily watching him, "Don’t think I won’t dare!"

Qi Ruigang sneered coldly: "You don’t have the guts!"

As soon as his words fell, his large hand stretched out towards her—

"Get away—" Mo Lan screamed, the knife fiercely slashing across the back of his hand.

Qi Ruigang withdrew his hand in pain, and fresh blood immediately started dripping down, staining his palm red.

Although Mo Lan’s slash didn’t harm his bones, the wound was far from shallow.

Qi Ruigang, holding his injured hand, glared at her with a chilling stare: "You dare to attack me!"

His terrifying voice carried a thick intent to kill and threaten.