Marry Me Quick

Chapter 572

Muchen's subordinates had their guns aimed at Enyang.

On the other side, Enyang's subordinates raised their guns, refusing to back down.

The tension in the room was palpable to the point that one could cut the air with a knife.

Ziyue's heart rate quickened as she stared at the rows of gun muzzles.

It was illegal for citizens to carry firearms in Country J.

But Muchen wasn't any typical person. It wasn't surprising that his subordinates would have firearms on them. Ziyue felt on edge to see such a scene happen in a flash.

It was the first time she had been in that situation. It was inevitable for her to feel anxious when someone could die at any moment.

There were several noticeable cuts on Enyang's face.

The cuts were fresh.

There were many guards around the villa. The injuries were most probably from fighting with the guards outside.

"How courageous of you, Mr. Lin. But you will have a harder time leaving than when you entered!"

Even as Muchen spoke to Enyang, his hold on Ziyue didn't loosen.

Ziyue felt warm air hit the top of her head as he spoke. Yet her body felt cold.

His words from before were still spinning in her head.

It was beyond doubt that there was a deeper meaning behind his words.

Enyang looked at Muchen calmly. "Mr. Qin, in any way, we were once friends in the business. There's no point in meeting like this. I think this can be more peaceful..."

He stopped and gave Ziyue a meaningful look. "I think your wife doesn't want you to do this too."

Ziyue was still held tightly in Muchen's arms. She couldn't help but frown at Enyang's words.

What is this man's plan? What did Muchen mean earlier?

She couldn't see Muchen's expression as her back was against him.

Yet, she clearly felt his hostility and rage as soon as Enyang stopped speaking.

She bit her lip. "Mu…"

She didn't know what she should say, but Muchen interrupted her before she could continue.

"My dear wife, you have been quite capable lately. You went through a lot of trouble to join forces with outsiders to save Lu Shichu." His words were frosty.

Ziyue shuddered and tried to recompose herself. "What nonsense are you spouting!"

When did I join forces with outsiders to save Shichu?

His imagination's running wild.

"Sad to say, you will be disappointed. None of them will have an easy time leaving today." Muchen said to Ziyue as if they were the only ones around. Enyang's expression changed.

"What do you mean?" She had trouble understanding Muchen ever since Enyang arrived.

Muchen scoffed as he released Ziyue. "Do not spare anyone."

He pulled Ziyue and began heading out.

Ziyue was reluctant to leave as she thought of Shichu.

Muchen stopped and turned back as if he had read her thoughts. He gave her a smile.

Ziyue was confused by his smile and looked on, bewildered. He pulled out a pistol, held it at full stretch over her shoulder, and pulled the trigger.

When she registered what had happened and turned back, she saw red spread across Shichu's white shirt as if it were a movie's special effects.

The gunshot sound echoed in her ear. "Shichu," she murmured in a trembling voice and tried to run back to him.

Muchen was holding onto her hand and pulled her back.

He spoke softly into her ear, "It doesn't matter if you brought Enyang in; Shichu would have still died. I told you, you would be disappointed."

"Let me go!" She struggled, trying to escape from Muchen's iron grip.

She couldn't help turning back toward Shichu but only saw his blood-stained shirt.

He lay on the ground, unmoving. Lifeless.

Tears spilled out of her eyes as her voice became shrill out of hysteria. "You bastard! You murderer! You killed him!"

Muchen turned stony as he observed her tear-stained face. He hoisted her onto his shoulder and left the place.

As they walked out, Ziyue heard a few more gunshots.

She struggled and scratched him as he carried her to the bedroom, almost as if she wholly abhorred him.

Yet he showed no reaction as if everything was fine. His walking pace was steady like he was on a

leisurely stroll.

Only his arm that was clutching onto Ziyue showed the wrath that was on the verge of erupting.

He walked to their bedroom and kicked the door open. He took a few strides toward the bed and threw her onto it.

He tossed her so forcefully that Ziyue only realized what had happened a moment later.

He leaned toward her and tore her clothes off.

A bloodthirsty and cold smile stretched across his face. "You don't want to bear my child? You don't have a choice!"

Ziyue wanted to resist him, but she wasn't his match.

Besides, he was blind with rage at the moment. The more she struggled, the rougher he would be.

They didn't look like a couple in love but more like enemies, not holding back on hurting each other.

Ziyue's mind replayed the scene she saw as they left the basement earlier.

The blood spread across Shichu's shirt. His lifeless body.

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He died before her.

Muchen pulled the trigger on him.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.

With her fists, she struck the man holding her down. Her voice was hoarse. "Get away from me!"

He was blind with rage and couldn't hear what she was saying.

He tore off the last fabric between them and forced himself in.

Both were burning with anger, and without foreplay, no pleasure was felt.

Ziyue felt her body being torn apart and trembled in pain.

She bit her lip and glared at him with hatred. She shoved him, but he didn't budge.