My whirlwind marriage partner is a wealthy CEO

Chapter 189 You'll Regret It

Wan Qingsha went downstairs and onto the street, his fists clenched.

His chest heaved violently, as if a fire was burning inside.

Instead of driving his luxury car, he hailed a taxi and coldly told the driver, "To the Zhu family, quick!"

The driver shuddered at his cold gaze and immediately stepped on the gas, the car shooting off like an arrow.

Wan Qingsha sat in the back seat, his gaze dark as he stared at the scenery rushing past the window, his anger growing ever stronger.

The image of Wan Shixiong's cold face and his merciless reprimand kept replaying in his mind.

"Zhu Yahan... how dare you scheme behind my back!" Wan Qingsha gritted her teeth, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes.

Meanwhile, inside the Zhu family villa, Zhu Yahan was sitting by the window in her room, holding an embroidery needle in her hand, carefully embroidering a peony on the silk.

Her movements were gentle and focused, as if everything outside of her was irrelevant.

However, her inner world was far from as calm as it appeared.

"We should have news from Mr. Yan soon, right?" Zhu Yahan murmured softly, her needle and thread pausing slightly.

Zhu Ziqing's smug face and Wan Qingsha's cold and ruthless eyes involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

Her fingers trembled slightly, the needle pierced her fingertip, and a drop of blood stained the silk.

“You… all deserve to die!” A hint of resentment flashed in Zhu Yahan’s eyes. She gripped the silk in her hand tightly, her knuckles turning white.

She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and continued to embroider.

Only in these brief moments can she temporarily forget those painful memories.

Suddenly, the door was flung open with a loud bang.

Zhu Yahan was startled and dropped the embroidery needle in her hand.

She looked up and met Wan Qingsha's eyes, which were filled with anger.

"Wan... Wan Qingsha?" Zhu Yahan's voice trembled slightly, and she subconsciously took a step back.

Wan Qingsha gave her no time to react, rushed forward, grabbed her hair, and yanked her up from the chair.

"Ah!" Zhu Yahan cried out in pain as she was thrown to the ground.

"You bitch!" Wan Qingsha kicked her in the stomach with such force that Zhu Yahan curled up into a ball, groaning in pain.

"You think I wouldn't know you were up to something behind my back?" Wan Qingsha straddled her and slapped her twice.

"Slap! Slap!" The crisp sound of slaps echoed in the room. Zhu Yahan's cheeks instantly swelled up, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

"Wan Qingsha...you're insane!" Zhu Yahan covered her face, her eyes filled with terror and anger.

"I'm crazy? Hahaha!" Wan Qingsha sneered, her eyes filled with madness. "You made me lose face in front of Wan Shixiong, and you still dare to say I'm crazy?"

He raised his hand again and slapped Zhu Yahan hard across the face, as if he wanted to vent all his anger on her.

Zhu Yahan's face was swollen beyond recognition, and blood was flowing from the corners of her mouth and nose.

She tried to struggle, but Wan Qingsha was much stronger than her, and she couldn't break free at all.

"Wanqingsha...you...you will regret this..." Zhu Yahan's voice was weak, her eyes filled with despair.

"Regret? Hahaha!" Wan Qingsha's laughter was like a devil's whisper. He grabbed Zhu Yahan's hair and slammed her head hard against the corner of a wooden table.

With a muffled thud, blood instantly streamed down Zhu Yahan's forehead.

"Ah!" Zhu Yahan let out a shrill scream, her vision blurring.

Wan Qingsha's gaze swept over the embroidered cloth on the table, and she suddenly noticed a small pair of scissors next to it.

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. He reached for the scissors and, without hesitation, made several cuts on Zhu Yahan's face.

"Don't you like to act all high and mighty? I'll make sure you never have to show your face in public again!" Wan Qingsha's voice was icy cold.

Blood streamed down Zhu Yahan's cheeks, her face was completely disfigured and a gruesome sight.

Zhu Yahan's screams gradually weakened until she finally lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.

Wan Qingsha stood up and looked coldly at Zhu Yahan on the ground, without a trace of pity in her eyes.

He straightened his clothes, as if everything that had just happened was just an insignificant farce.

"This is what happens when you anger me," Wan Qingsha said coldly.

Wan Qingsha looked at Zhu Yahan, who had already fainted on the ground, without a trace of emotion on her face.

He casually tossed the blood-stained scissors aside with a crisp clang, then said calmly to the door, "You shouldn't hide anymore. Get her to the hospital in time; she might still have a chance to live."

His voice was cold and calm, as if the violence just now had nothing to do with him.

Outside the door, a figure slowly walked in; it was Zhu Shigou.

He glanced at Zhu Yahan, who was lying on the ground, her face covered in blood and barely alive, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth. His tone was full of sarcasm: "Send her to the hospital? This kind of traitor deserves to die."

Wan Qingsha raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her voice: "She's your own daughter, how can you be so heartless?"

Zhu Shigou snorted coldly, a shadow flashing in his eyes: "Biological daughter? Ha, Wan Qingsha, do you think you know everything?"

He paused, his tone tinged with sarcasm: "Actually, there's a secret I've never told you... Zhu Yahan isn't my biological daughter at all."

Upon hearing this, Wan Qingsha's eyes flashed with surprise, but she quickly regained her indifference.

He shrugged, his tone indifferent: "Say what you will, her life or death is none of my business."

After saying that, he turned and strode away, his back straight and resolute, as if everything that had just happened was just a trivial farce.

Zhu Shigou watched his retreating figure, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes, and muttered under his breath, "That self-righteous fool, does he really think the Wan family can hold out for long?"

His gaze returned to Zhu Yahan, but he felt no pity whatsoever.

"Wan Qingsha, Wan Qingsha, do you still think you're the high and mighty young master of the Wan family?" Zhu Shigou sneered, secretly mocking, "The Wan family's downfall is a foregone conclusion, and you're nothing but a stray dog."

He slowly walked to the window, his gaze drifting into the distance, his thoughts wandering far away.

“Over the years, I have indeed benefited a lot from the Wan family’s support. But now that the tree has fallen, I have lost both my backing and the threat.”

Thinking of this, Zhu Shigou's lips curled into a sinister smile, as if he were plotting something.