Flash Marriage Game: Rich First Lady

"If it really has no impact on you, why are you so angry...Su Mochen...you...you can't fight him."

"Shut up!"

His expression was ferocious and terrifying, with bulging veins on his forehead, and his bloodthirsty eyes stared into hers, "If you still imagine that he will come to save you, I advise you to give up the idea as soon as possible."

"It doesn't matter whether he saves me or not. I see...seeing you like this...makes me very happy."

"you..."

He withdrew his hand, and the raised palm almost fell on her face, but he stopped it abruptly and sneered, "Who will lose and who will win? It's too early to say now, Xiao Cai'er,

Even if I lose everything, as long as you are still in my hands, I will be the biggest winner."

This time, he didn't stay long and left quickly.

In the following period, I no longer looked at her every day, basically once every other day.

Every time she comes, her face becomes uglier and Tong Caiwei's mood becomes better.

She knew that Ye Fan must have used some method, and Su Mochen had obviously lost to him, and he was losing more and more.

She could feel that his mood was getting worse and worse.

Sometimes, she would just stand by the bed and look at her coldly without saying a word.

Hesitation and struggle gradually showed in his eyes.

The little hope in Tong Caiwei's heart is gradually expanding...

Su Mochen had already started to waver, and Ye Fan forced him to start to waver...

Maybe, within a few days, he wouldn't be able to hold on any longer and would let her go.

Because she saw hope, this period of time was the happiest few days she had ever lived since she was locked in the basement.

She ate the meals delivered every day.

Su Mochen must have read through her thoughts, his eyes fell on the empty bowl, and he looked so gloomy.

Despite this, he would still have three meals delivered on time every day, and because her appetite had improved a lot, the meals delivered were richer than before.

The person delivering the food was a woman in her fifties.

She always had an expressionless look on her face, and every time she put the food on the table, she would leave silently like a ghost.

She has never said a word to Tong Caiwei.

Even if Tong Caiwei took the initiative to speak, she just looked at her and said nothing.

Tong Caiwei always thought she was mute.

When she was first locked up in the basement, she begged this woman to inform her or let her go.

but..

If she could be easily persuaded by him, Su Mochen wouldn't send her here.

So after trying a few times, she gave up.

She didn't know what time it was, but there was the sound of unlocking outside the door. She turned around and saw a woman walking in carrying a basket.

She first cleaned up Table Mountain and then put the prepared meals on it.

Su Mochen remembered her preferences, so the meals she cooked every day were what she usually liked.

She glanced at the table and saw braised pork elbow.

This dish is her favorite.

But today I don't know why, but I feel a little uncomfortable looking at her.

The aroma of the food wafted into her nose, filled with a fishy smell.

The uncomfortable feeling became even more intense.

She frowned, holding back the discomfort in her heart and said, "Did you make fish today?"

The woman turned to look at her and nodded.

"Take it away. I won't eat it. It smells uncomfortable."