Chapter 1110 Meeting with Wang Jingwan

She was helped back by Chu Chen and sent home to rest.

Zhou's mother was so frightened when she saw her face that she quickly helped her sit down to rest and made hot soup.

Xia Ling had no appetite and couldn't drink anything. She stared at the bowl of soup in a daze, and then started crying again. Zhou's mother was so distressed that she hugged her and said, "Miss, my good lady, this is a woman's life. Stop crying and don't get into trouble with your husband. When Miss Wang comes in, she will ask your husband to protect you." That’s all.”

Xia Ling's body trembled slightly: "Who am I? My mistress?"

It turned out that Pei Jingyu had made a prophecy more than ten years ago, that she was a shameful mistress.

It's funny that she was still full of confidence at that time, thinking that she could do anything with Pei Ziheng's favor. In fact, it was the Pei family who knew the Pei family best, and they were all equally cruel and cruel.

Zhou Ma coaxed her for a long time, but with little effect.

She sat on the sofa in the living room in a daze all day, her tears dried up and she didn't think about food or tea.

Pei Ziheng came home very late. Late at night, the sky was filled with stars. He stepped into the door and saw the lifeless girl in the living room like a broken rag doll. He frowned, walked over and said, "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

She turned her back to him and ignored him.

Zhou's mother came over tremblingly, fearing that they would quarrel, and comforted her: "Sir, there's soup in the kitchen. Why don't you accompany the lady to have some midnight snacks? The lady hasn't eaten anything all day long. I can't bear this going on."

Pei Ziheng said: "Okay."

He took off his coat and handed it to Zhou's mother, then walked towards Xia Ling: "Are you still angry?"

He pulled her body, but she struggled to break free. Xia Ling raised her head and looked at him. Her eyes were swollen like walnuts, but her tears had dried up and she couldn't cry anymore. "I hate you."

"Crying like this," Pei Ziheng gently stroked the mottled tears on her cheeks with his fingers, "your makeup is ruined. I don't like to see you crying, just smile."

She shook his hand away angrily.

Pei Ziheng pulled her into his arms, raised her chin, and forced her to look at him: "Xia Ling, whether you want it or not, I will marry Wang Jingwan. It seems that I have pampered you to the point of being lawless in the past few years. You don’t even listen to what I say? Go and wash your face, take good care of yourself, and put away your bad temper. Her and I are scheduled to get married in two months. By then, I want you to sing on stage, Bring out your best singing voice and bless us.”

She trembled violently and looked at him in disbelief: "Singing on stage?"

"For a wealthy daughter like Wang Jingwan to accept you is to give you and me face. So we must also give her face." Pei Ziheng said, "You are the emperor's best singer. If you don't sing, who will sing?"

"I don't," she said weakly, her heart breaking into pieces, "Why are you so cruel?"

"Am I cruel?" Pei Ziheng's voice was cold. "Is it cruel to exchange a song for her to treat you well in the next few decades? She is the daughter of a wealthy family. She has been the head of the family and eliminated love rivals since she was in elementary school. If she wants to move You have a lot of options, but I may not be able to protect you from the intrigues of these women. Why don't you try to win some goodwill for yourself? Living in harmony with her will only do you good and no harm."

He is a man, he has many things to do every day, how can he care about the trivial matters in the house?

Even if Xiao Ling can be protected from life-threatening danger and her status in the music industry and her money are not in danger, the matron of the house can find hundreds of ways to make people suffer in everyday trivial matters. His Xiao Ling is so innocent, what if she is bullied? He wanted her to be happy and as carefree as before.

However, Xia Ling said: "I won't, Pei Ziheng, don't let me sing on stage! You are not allowed to marry her, you don't want to marry her, do you hear me? Pei Ziheng, Pei Ziheng..."

Her voice gradually turned to pleading.

Zhou Ma brought the soup over: "Sir, please advise Miss to eat some."

Pei Ziheng took the small soup Gu in her hand, and the golden chicken soup inside exuded a rich aroma. He lowered his brows and narrowed his eyes, put a small spoonful to Xia Ling's mouth, and said in a gentle voice, "Eat something, be good."

She pushed it away all at once, and the white porcelain soup Gu fell to pieces on the ground, and the chicken soup spilled out, making a mess everywhere.

Pei Ziheng's expression turned cold.

"Think about it carefully." After saying that, he turned and walked away.

Leaving her behind, looking at the scalded blisters on her hands, she was in pain.

Originally, Pei Ziheng wanted to take her out to relax the next day, but her behavior last night angered him, and coupled with his busy schedule, he went to the emperor as usual.

Xia Ling was alone at home. She didn't answer Chu Chen's calls. After a while, she faintly heard Zhou's mother saying from downstairs: "Mr. Chu, Miss is at home. She's not in a good mood. She hasn't done anything since yesterday. Eat, if you have time, come and accompany her, persuade her?...Okay, okay, I'll wait for you."

She didn't want to see Chu Chen, so she locked the door.

I stayed at home like this for a whole day and didn't get enough water or rice.

When Pei Ziheng came back at night, he ordered her coldly, "Xia Ling, if you don't eat anymore, believe it or not, I'll pour it down for you?"

She wanted to cry again: "If you promise me not to get married, I will eat."

She originally thought that she could call the wind and rain, and be omnipotent with his favor, but now she discovered that he was the only one who could really control the wind and rain, and if he didn't allow it, it would be difficult for her to achieve whatever she wanted. . The only thing I can do is to beg him.

"Pei Ziheng," she looked at him sadly, "don't get married, okay?"

"Xia Ling, how long are you going to make trouble?" He ignored her and asked Zhou's mother to cook millet porridge and bring it over. He pinched her chin forcefully, forced her to open her mouth and poured the whole bowl of porridge in.

She was choking and coughing, her thin back shook, and she was dying.

He looked at her coldly, dragged her to bed, and roughly demanded her body.

She is his. Both body and mind must be obedient and obedient.

Xia Ling felt as if she had died once. When the morning sun pierced her eyes, she lay on the bed like a dead body and stared at it for a long time. The autumn colors outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are so beautiful, but she has already felt the chill of late winter.

She doesn't want her love to die.

Struggling to get up, she managed to find Wang Jingwan's phone number, and asked the famous lady whom she had never met to meet at a high-end cafe in the city.

Wang Jingwan arrived as promised.

It was an elegant and noble woman, wearing a carefully tailored suit, carrying a Hermès Birkin bag, and a sparkling diamond engagement ring on her finger. She looked at Xia Ling calmly. After a moment, she smiled dignifiedly and spoke first: "Zi Heng told me that you wanted me to marry into the Pei family and take good care of you."

Full of aura of ten big breasts.