C1 Mourning Hall Humiliation

The mournful sound of music and the sound of tears could be heard. Meng Yufei was wearing a white mourning dress as she knelt in front of the mourning hall.

The photo of her parents was clearly displayed in the main hall. She knelt there dumbly with not a single tear in her eyes.

Constant amounts of people came in to offer their condolences. When they saw Meng Yufei kneeling on the ground, their faces were filled with contempt.

"This is really vicious!" His parents died and he did not shed a single tear! "

"Who says it isn't? "Half a year ago, she was so cruel to a pregnant woman, and now that her parents have passed away, she didn't even cry. This kind of woman is as vicious as a snake!"

The intentionally suppressed discussion pierced her heart like a knife. Meng Yufei lowered her head and turned a deaf ear.

The only thing she could use her tears to vent was not her grief. In the past six months, she had been tortured every day by people in the prison. Other than tears, there was nothing else she could do.

Previously, she had always thought that her tears would never stop flowing. Now, she knew that her tears would eventually dry out.

In those days when life was worse than death, her tears had already dried up.

As time passed, night fell and the number of mourners gradually decreased. Only Meng Yufei remained kneeling on the ground alone.

His legs were numb and he could no longer feel any pain. The wounds on his body were all over him. If he could just kneel down and die like this, then he would be free.

A pair of black leather shoes appeared in front of her face, and a cold air assaulted her senses. She did not even need to raise her head to know that it was him who had just arrived.

Meng Yufei's head drooped even lower as she stared quietly at the shiny floor tiles, which reflected Gu Zhan Fan's figure. He was tall and handsome, with a pained expression on his face as he placed the flower in his hand on the mourning hall and lit up the incense.

Gu Zhan Fan respectfully bowed and inserted the incense before the third portrait. He turned around and looked down on Meng Yu Fei, who was kneeling on the ground, and a trace of disgust flashed on his face.

In the next second, a slender hand reached out to grab her chin. "You're actually not dead yet?"

Meng Yufei met his gaze with her chin held firmly by his hand. The man's eyes were filled with disgust, but she didn't react at all as she looked numbly at Gu Zhan Fan.

Gu Zhan Fan hated Meng Yufei to the extreme. She was clearly an extremely vicious woman, but she actually had a pure and beautiful face.

Looking at her innocent expression, looking at her youthful and beautiful face, and thinking about the malicious deeds she had done, anger rose from his heart. He suddenly lifted Meng Yufei up from the ground and placed his hand on her neck.

Meng Yufei didn't struggle at all. She just stared at Gu Zhan Fan with her pair of watery eyes, looking at this man that she loved so dearly, his father and mother both dead. She had a life worse than death in prison, and if she continued to suffer in prison, she might as well be strangled to death by Gu Zhan Fan.

Seeing that she was still lifeless and without the slightest bit of resistance or struggle, Gu Zhan Fan abruptly loosened his grip. It was good for her to strangle this woman, whose heart was like a snake and scorpion, to die.

His wolfish eyes landed on Meng Yufei's pretty face. A scorching heat suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't even suppress it.

"Slut!" You actually drugged me? " Smelling the sweet smell floating in the air, a flash of fury appeared in Gu Zhan Fan's eyes, before he suddenly extended his hand towards her.

With a ripping sound, Meng Yufei's clothes were torn apart by him. She subconsciously extended her hand to protect her chest while the man's hands continued to move unrestrainedly around her body.

There was only the sound of cloth being torn apart, and the cold was eating into every inch of her skin.

Meng Yufei's eyes were filled with fear, "No..." "Don't..."

Gu Zhan Fan didn't pause in his actions. He turned around and pressed her down to the ground. He casually unzipped his pants and fiercely shoved her in.

Meng Yufei knelt on the ground with empty eyes as the tearing pain spread through her entire body. She stared blankly at the portrait above the mourning hall. Her heart was filled with a piercing pain, but there were no tears in her eyes.

Gu Zhan Fan dashed ferociously through her body, each blow landing heavily on the ground. Blood dripped from his wounds, and his voice was bone-chilling as he said, "The hymen was repaired well, which hospital did this?"

The kneeling woman did not make a sound, as if she was a corpse letting him vent his anger on her.

Her silence was a silent protest to Gu Zhan Fan, who was tormenting himself more and more. When he finished venting his frustration and withdrew from her body, he discovered that Meng Yufei had already fainted.