C1 Because We Want Your Heart

With a sound, the door to the room was opened. The glaring sunlight brought a glimmer of light to the dark and cold room.

Soong Yarong's tightly shut eyes were slightly opened because of the glaring light. Her hands and feet were tied to the four pillars of the bed. As long as she moved slightly, there would be blood stains on her ankles and wrists.

Her empty gaze finally fell on the woman's pair of red high heels. She looked up and saw the woman's gentle and considerate face and her smile.

Soong Yarong seemed to have found her only hope in the dark night, "Manrou, you finally came to save me! Quickly untie me. I don't know why Hanjun tied me up here. I feel very uncomfortable now. "

The night before yesterday, her husband, Shen Hanjun, called her and asked her to come to the hotel for a date. That was their first anniversary. This was the first time they had a date alone, and it was in such an ambiguous place.

They had been married for a year and had yet to have sex.

Indeed, it would take some time for them to get used to the sudden change in their relationship from 19 years of love to that of husband and wife. That was why she did not force Shen Hanjun until the day before yesterday when he finally opened his mouth to have sex in the hotel.

However, she did not expect to be knocked unconscious the moment she stepped into the room. When she woke up, her hands and feet were tied together.

"Why did he tie you up here?" The gentle smile on Su Manrou's lips turned into a sneer that Soong Yarong had never seen before. She was like a cold-blooded snake that made people afraid.

She walked to the bedside and looked down at Soong Yarong's current embarrassing appearance. She sneered with disdain, "Yarong, let me tell you why Hanjun tied you up here."

Su Manrou's fingers moved to her smooth and fair face to her heart, "Because we want your heart."

Before she finished speaking, Soong Yarong widened her eyes, full of fear and shock.

"What?" Her voice was hoarse and terrifying.

Su Manrou liked her reaction and smiled. Immediately after, she gently placed her hand on her abdomen. "I am already three months pregnant. This child is your husband's. Unfortunately, I was diagnosed with a heart attack. Right now, we only know that your heart matches mine. "

She pretended to hesitate and looked at Soong Yarong. "Do you think Hanjun wants you or me?"

Her words were like a bone-piercing snow wind that seemed to place Soong Yarong in a world of ice and frost. Her slender fingers were tightly clenched, and her palm was poked so painfully that it hurt.

Her best friend, Su Manrou, was pregnant. This child belonged to her husband.

Su Manrou snatched Shen Hanjun away, and now she wanted her heart?

"Su Manrou, you will die a horrible death!"

She was like a crazy beast with red eyes. The feeling of being deceived and humiliated immediately rushed into her heart, making her wish that she could tear the woman in front of her to pieces.

Su Manrou sneered, and a heavy and ruthless slap landed on her face. Blood flowed out from the corner of Soong Yarong's mouth, and she tilted her head to gasp weakly.

"You will die a horrible death!"

At this moment, a tall and stern man appeared at the door. Su Manrou's hand suddenly stopped and in the next second, she suddenly fell to the ground as if Soong Yarong had used her head to hit her.

"Manrou, are you alright?" Shen Hanjun nervously strode forward and pulled her into his embrace, carefully checking her. His posture was like he was holding priceless jewelry.

Soong Yarong felt all the blood in her body instantly rush to her head. Her chest violently rose and fell as she desperately tried to suppress her tears, but she could not control it.