Yi Beihan raised the corner of his lips, glanced at her, and threw away her body as if throwing away a piece of rag.

Chaoxiang's head hit the wall, and he began to breathe heavily.

Yi Beihan leaned down and put the knife in his hand close to her cheek, "You don't want this face of yours anymore? If I cut it hard, even if you have plastic surgery, I'm afraid it won't be able to repair it."

Chaoxiang shrank and tried to hide behind her, but there was a wall behind her.

"I really can't say... If you want to kill, just kill me. I can't let anything happen to my parents..."

Chaoxiang looked at Yi Beihan with horror on her face, crying and shouting, "Please, let me go, I really know I was wrong, I shouldn't be greedy!"

There was a sudden sharp pain on his face, and before Chaoxiang had time to react, he felt a stream of warm liquid flowing down his cheek.

She trembled with her hands, stretched out her fingertips, lightly touched her cheek, and placed it in front of her eyes——

"ah--"

There was a scream in the silent office.

"Ah——" Chaoxiang screamed, rolling and crawling, dragging his body to the side.

This man really ruined her face, she was disfigured!!

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Yi Beihan's lips. He stood up, took two steps slowly, and directly blocked Chaoxiang's path.

Looking down at the woman with blood on her face.

"What now? To say it, or not to say it?"

Chaoxiang could no longer care about the heartbreaking pain. She covered her cheek with one hand and looked up at the man above her head who was looking down at the world. She was so scared that she kept crying.

"I don't know... I can't say it, let me go... My face hurts so much, parents, Wei Yang, please help me!!"

Yi Beihan raised the corners of his lips, raised the knife with a dazzling white light and put it on her other cheek. His voice was as cold as a hellish Shura, "What about this side? Don't you want it either?"

Chaoxiang could feel that the blood on the blade was sticking to her right cheek. She ran back in horror, but she couldn't escape the man's pursuit.

"ah--"

Another stab, go down.

Chaoxiang lay weakly on the ground, looking at the snow-white shag carpet dyed red with her own blood, her vision began to blur, and she murmured, "Please... let me go... I can't say..."

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Chaoxiang fainted due to excessive blood loss, and she was still unable to tell Xia Yan's whereabouts.

Yi Beihan knew that it was impossible to get any information out of that woman now.

It would be better if she ruined her face, otherwise he would feel disgusted when he saw others holding Xia Yan's face.

Asking Yi Meifeng is even more impossible.

With her stubbornness, even if she really tried to kill her, she would not say a word.

It has been almost four months since Xia Yan disappeared.

It's already February now, the weather is deep winter.

It’s almost New Year’s Eve...

Yi Beihan still vaguely remembered that on New Year's Eve six years ago, the gift he gave Xia Yan was a bouquet of roses. At that time, she was so happy that she wanted to fly.

At this time last year, Xia Yan and Yi Shen woke him up and asked for a red envelope.

At that time, he always thought that Yi Shen was Shen Zhuolie's son. Although he loved Xia Yan, there was always a gap in his heart towards her.

Now that I think about it, how ridiculous and pathetic I was at that time.

It has been snowing heavily outside since morning.

It was snowing heavily at the moment, and no driver dared to drive on the road outside.

Yi Beihan came out of the company and got into the sports car.

There was no heating in the sports car, so it was even colder than outside.

He put his hands on the steering wheel and buried his cheeks between his arms. After a moment, a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

He missed Xia Yan very much, and the longing gnawed at his heart all the time.

This was the longest time she had disappeared since those five years.

Yi Beihan even began to wonder if she was dead...

Yi Meifeng has found a fake Xia Yan to replace her, so has she been killed...

In the past two days, he carefully observed Yi Meifeng's every move, but saw that she only stayed in the old house all day.

The heartache was getting worse and worse. Sure enough, he couldn't live without Xia Yan.

He missed Xia Yan more and more. When he opened and closed his eyes, he seemed to be able to see Xia Yan's smile.

Every expression of hers was so beautiful, whether she was crying, coquettish, coquettish, heart-rending, or even when she was quarreling with him.

For so many years, he has been trying to capture her beauty.

He made no secret of his love for her, and the only thing he wanted was for her to be with him in a down-to-earth manner.

In fact, the one who has always done poorly is himself.

Two hours passed——
Chapter completed!