C270 Dirt(1)

She frowned, got up, looked down, and screamed again.

God, she was a devil. No wonder she said her body was not stabbed.

"Are you alright?" She asked in fear.

His cold face made her hair stand on end. She immediately jumped up and stretched out her hand to pull him up.

Chu Yihan ignored her outstretched hand and gracefully turned around.

At this moment, his expensive suit was covered in dirt. It could be described as a tragic sight.

Yao Xue immediately retreated two steps, "That... I did not do it on purpose. I will help you wash your clothes."

His face was gloomy and his eyes were as deep as the ocean. His body emitted a cold chill that froze people.

Suddenly, he stepped forward and grabbed her dirt-covered wrist. "Who's Shi?"

His large hand ruthlessly grabbed her like an iron clamp. It was so painful that she almost cried. She only looked at him with grievance.

"Who's Shi?" He asked again, his tone clearly colder than before.

"She's my fiancé." Under his forceful interrogation, Yao Xue did not dare to not answer.

When these words came out, his expression was so cold that it was frightening. She saw killing intent in his fierce gaze.

At this moment, it made her think of that devil who killed without blinking his eyes back in Rose Town?

"Forget about him." He coldly ordered, then shook off her hand and left with large strides.

"I can't do it." Yao Xue, who also did not know where the courage came from, shouted behind him.

His feet paused and he turned around to look at her, "Then he has to die."

Yao Xue was shocked and took two steps back in shock. When she looked at him again, his figure was already far away.

Yao Xue's legs were weak and she just sat on the flower bed to rest.

Her heart, "Bang, bang." Yes. His heart was beating wildly, and he was still in a state of shock.

For a moment, she thought he would kill her, or at least that was the way he looked at her.

Next, Yao Xue did not dare to delay any longer and immediately planted the roses that were not yet finished. Just as she finished planting, a male voice without any warmth came from behind her.

"Yao Xue." Yun Ziqing was still expressionless.

"Yes." Yao Xue put down the shovel, turned around, and nodded with a smile.

"Madam invites you over." Yun Ziqing looked in the direction of Chu Yihan's villa.

"Ah!" Yao Xue was stunned.

She had been here for a few months and the mistress of the house had never taken a good look at her. What was going on today?

When she came back to her senses, Yun Ziqing had already left. She immediately threw away the shovel in her hand and chased after him.

As soon as she stepped into the door, Yao Xue felt an unusual smell.

What was even more unusual was that Chu Bohan and his wife had come. They sat on the sofa in the living room, and the beautiful woman who had just warned her not to plant flowers sat opposite of them.

The rest of the maids stood in the room. It could be seen that the woman's identity was not simple.

"Chief, Madam, Yao Xue has arrived." Yun Ziqing reported respectfully and then retreated to the side to stand still.

In an instant, a few sharp and cold eyes swept towards her. Their eyes were filled with anger and judgment, as if she had committed a grave mistake.

"Madam, chief!" Just as she opened her mouth, a palm fiercely slapped her face.

"Slap." With a sound, five bright red finger marks appeared on her snow white face in an instant.

"Yao Xue, you lowly woman. I warned you long ago that you are allergic to pollen, but you still planted roses in the garden. Do you want to die?"

The gentle and virtuous Yeh Rong suddenly became fierce and wanted to cut Yao Xue into pieces.

Yao Xue was beaten until she was confused and just as she wanted to help her differentiate, Wang Qin's sharp words sounded by her ear.

"As a servant of the Eldest Young Master, you have made such a low level mistake. According to the family rules, whip."

Last time, because of this woman, she had come to see Chu Yihan several times. She had always been rejected by the door and destroyed the relationship between their mother and son. She deserved to die.

"I..." Before Yao Xue could say anything, two bodyguards pulled her a few meters away from them and forced her to kneel down.

Then, she saw a bodyguard holding a whip walking towards her.

The one meter long whip gently drew a graceful loneliness in the air along with the man's walking speed. At the same time, it gave off a thick smell of blood.

It must have been because he had hit too many people and was stained with the blood of too many people.

Yao Xue's heart tightened. She trembled in fear but did not beg for mercy.

Because she knew that in this house, maids were equivalent to the slaves of the ancient times. They had no dignity and no right or wrong.

She begged and struggled, but it only made those who were willing to do what they wanted.

The face of the man holding the whip enlarged, and then the whip was raised high. "Pa." It was... The sound fell.

"En!" Yao Xue gritted her teeth and endured. She could only feel the blood flowing along the wound. It was very painful and heart-piercing pain.

However, to her, this was nothing. Compared to seeing her own family being killed and her home being destroyed, she could still bear the pain.

A few more whips landed on her back. She only trembled and did not shed a single tear.

Yeh Rong was dumbfounded. She had never known that there would be such a woman in this world but in the face of such torture, she did not shout.