EBE Chapter 535 Forcing her to take birth control pills
Chapter 535 Forcing her to take birth control pills
Song Yuchen's hand froze in mid-air as she watched the man walk in step by step, her hand raised as she involuntarily took a step back.
Han Xi was still dressed entirely in black, his face expressionless, radiating a chilling aura that was even colder than the desolate mining area.
He walked towards Song Yuchen step by step, each step feeling like he was stepping on Song Yuchen's heart.
Song Yuchen was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly until he was backed into a corner with nowhere to go.
He looked at the man before him, a figure like a demon from hell, his voice trembling: "Han Xi... what... what do you want to do?"
Han Xi stopped and looked down at him, his eyes filled with such disgust and coldness that they could practically tear Song Yuchen to pieces.
"Song Yuchen, I will make you pay back everything you've done to Ali, bit by bit, and in double measure."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable ruthlessness, echoing in the empty factory and making Song Yuchen feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
The wind in the mining area, carrying dust and sand, howled across the tin roofs of the abandoned factory buildings, like countless wronged souls wailing in the cold wind.
Han Xi didn't even turn his head. His well-defined fingers took the Swiss Army knife that Jiang Bei handed him. The anti-slip texture on the handle pressed against his palm, giving him a cool touch.
With a soft "click," the factory's iron gate was locked from the outside, the dull sound of the lock echoing through the empty space.
Jiang Bei stood guard outside the door with two bodyguards. The three of them stood straight as pines, expressionless, amidst the swirling dust.
Only Han Xi and Song Yuchen remained in the room, the air filled with the pungent smell of rust and dust.
Song Yuchen slumped against the wall, his terrified eyes fixed on the knife in Han Xi's hand. The blade gleamed coldly in the light filtering through the crack in the door, like some kind of death warrant.
"What are you going to do?!"
Song Yuchen's voice trembled violently, and the sound of his teeth chattering was particularly clear in the silent factory.
His back pressed tightly against the mottled cement wall, trying to find a sense of security in the cold wall, but the rough surface made his shoulder blades ache, and he could only watch in vain as the man approached step by step.
Han Xi slowly turned around, twirling the military knife neatly between his fingers, the tip pointing downwards as it hovered at his side.
A terrifying ferocity surged in his eyes, which were originally as deep as a pool but were now like icy blades. Every inch of his gaze falling on Song Yuchen felt like slowly torturing his skin.
"What? Are you scared now?"
Han Xi's voice was low and hoarse, as if it had been sanded, "You weren't like this last night on the hotel rooftop."
Song Yuchen's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and cold sweat slid down his temples, soaking his collar.
Only then did he belatedly realize that Han Xi's elaborate scheme to get him out of the police station was not to let him go, but to settle this blood debt in his own way.
"Han Xi, you can't do this!"
Song Yuchen suddenly raised his voice, trying to bolster his courage with the law, "Illegal detention is against the law! Let me go back, I want to go back to the police station!"
Han Xi suddenly chuckled softly, a laugh filled with endless cruelty that sent chills down Song Yuchen's spine.
"Breach of the law?"
He approached step by step, the tip of his military knife gleaming coldly in the dim light. "When you attacked Ali, didn't you ever think about breaking the law?"
Song Yuchen's body trembled violently. Looking at the undisguised killing intent in Han Xi's eyes, he finally couldn't hold back his defenses.
Her voice trembled with tears: "I was wrong... Han Xi, I really know I was wrong... Please forgive me this time, I'll never do it again..."
"Let you go?"
Han Xi suddenly bent down, grabbed Song Yuchen by the collar, and slammed him against the wall.
With a muffled thud, Song Yuchen groaned in pain, his vision blurring.
Han Xi's face was only centimeters away from his, his deep eyes churning with turbulent emotions, each word dripping with blood: "Then let me ask you, did Ali beg you for mercy last night? And how did you treat her then!"
His voice suddenly rose, filled with earth-shattering rage: "Do you know she's pregnant? Do you know that your little tricks almost made me lose both her and our child?"
Song Yuchen was terrified by the madness in his eyes. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but could only let out a hoarse gasp.
He did suspect that Fang Li might be pregnant, otherwise he wouldn't have gone so far as to force her to take birth control pills, but he never expected things to escalate to this point.
Han Xi looked at his terrified expression and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.
He suddenly released his grip, and Song Yuchen slid to the ground like a lump of mud.
Immediately afterwards, Han Xi gripped the military knife in his other hand and stabbed it into Song Yuchen's thigh without hesitation.
With a sharp "thud," the sound of a blade piercing flesh was particularly jarring in the silent factory.
"what--!"
Song Yuchen let out a heart-wrenching scream, his face instantly turning ashen white, large beads of cold sweat rolling down his forehead and soaking his hair.
Fresh blood gushed from the wound, quickly forming a glaring red pool on the ground.
Han Xi drew his military knife, drawing a trail of blood.
He watched Song Yuchen struggle in agony on the ground, his deep pupils filled with no pity, only surging killing intent and violence.
He recalled Xu Fangye's words and Fang Li's pale face, and his anger intensified.
"So you already guessed she was pregnant? That's why you were so eager to ruin our child?"
Han Xi crouched down and patted Song Yuchen's cheek with the side of his military knife. His tone was calm, yet it was chillingly cruel.
Song Yuchen convulsed in pain. He opened his mouth and struggled to squeeze out a few words: "I...I was wrong...please forgive me..."
"Spare you?"
Han Xi's eyes sharpened, and he raised his military knife again, moving it up along Song Yuchen's side until the tip of the knife gently pressed against his abdomen.
"Song Yuchen, I've already forgiven you many times."
"Do you know how many times I wanted to kill you when you treated Ali like that? If I hadn't been powerless to do it back then, do you think you'd still be alive today?"
Song Yuchen gasped in pain.
Han Xi: "You made Ali suffer so much, how could I let you get away with this? I'll make you pay for it a thousand times over!"
Another stab, not deep, but enough to make Song Yuchen feel pain that went deep into his bones.
His vision went black, and he almost fainted from the pain.
But just a few seconds later, Han Xi twisted the knife handle and woke him up again in pain.
"Don't think you can just faint so easily; you haven't finished suffering yet."
Han Xi's voice sounded like a summons from hell.