Free Web NovelChapter 801: Chapter 801: I’ll Take Your Miserable Life!
Unfortunately, Song Yinyin didn’t notice. She retracted the red silk box, opened it, revealing the delicate red woven string inside, with a golden bead hanging on it.
The bead was clearly made of gold at a glance, even the weaving technique of the red string was more exquisite than the old woven string on Qiu Qianghai’s wrist.
Qiu Qianghai was already in a manic state, seeing her open the red silk box and reveal the contents, his gaze became quite dangerous, even his handsome face turned terrifying.
He exuded a strong killing intent, Song Yinyin, so close to him, clearly sensed it.
When she tried to escape, her neck was already tightly grasped by a large hand.
Qiu Qianghai gripped her neck, easily lifting her up, his voice dangerously ominous: "Who told you to buy such a thing?!"
"Uh uh uh—"
Song Yinyin wanted to explain, but apart from making vague sounds, she couldn’t utter any other words.
Qiu Qianghai was unaware; his mind and body screamed at this moment to kill this woman!
His personal doctor, Anton Bolin, diagnosed him with depressive neurosis and mania.
If not treated with medication, over time, other neurological symptoms could be triggered.
The moment he grasped Song Yinyin’s neck, Qiu Qianghai really intended to kill this woman.
She was merely the woman he found to soothe his illness, even Minmin’s substitute couldn’t accomplish a tenth of her task, yet she dared to touch his bottom line.
Why send him gifts out of nowhere!
Why send him gifts similar to Minmin’s!
What is this woman trying to do?
Does she want to erase Minmin from his heart?
Not allowed!
He doesn’t allow it!
No one is allowed to contaminate even the slightest bit of the gifts Minmin gave him, even touching the memory of her in his mind is forbidden.
Qiu Qianghai intensified the grip in his hand, a sickly excitement even spread across his eyes.
Watching Song Yinyin’s reddened face and her eyes beginning to turn white, even her hands, from strong to powerless pounding, Qiu Qianghai didn’t relax his grip at all.
"Ring ring—"
The phone in his pocket rang, the sharp ringing brought Qiu Qianghai’s senses back.
He looked at the woman in his hand who was barely breathing, her face blue and purple, the manic sickly look in his eyes gradually faded, and his sharp brows furrowed tightly.
Qiu Qianghai quickly let go of his hand.
Song Yinyin was thrown to the ground.
"Cough cough cough—"
She lay on the ground, coughing heartily, painfully.
At the moment life flowed away and death arrived, she even suffered an embarrassing incontinence, a strange smell spread in the kitchen.
Qiu Qianghai didn’t even glance at her, calmly pulled out his phone from his coat, seeing it was his assistant calling, he casually answered the call.
The assistant’s respectful voice came from the receiver: "Boss, I’m already downstairs, do you need me to come up and get you?"
"No need, I’ll come down right away."
Qiu Qianghai’s voice was rational and calm, without a trace of the previous mania and dangerous sickness.
After hanging up the phone, he reached to press his weary brow.
Thinking about how he almost killed someone just now, Qiu Qianghai didn’t feel any fear, he only found it a bit hard to accept losing control once again.
If Minmin saw him looking like a madman, she would be frightened.
But sometimes he just couldn’t restrain himself.
Qiu Qianghai lowered his eyes, glancing at the delicate red woven string with gold beads scattered on the ground from the red silk box, his face once again turned to dangerous and ominous.
He suppressed the madness and anger in his heart, coldly staring at Song Yinyin.
"If there’s a next time, I’ll take your damn life!"
