Rumor has it that the young master has a hidden illness

Lin Lulu immediately lifted the veil, wanting to clarify her doubts.

At that moment, a large hand covered her eyes, blocking her vision.

His methods were so forceful, forcing her to accept him.

He is... Jing Sichen!

"He's not bad looking." He chuckled.

Under her overwhelming aura, she was simply unable to carefully consider the similarities or differences between him and the masked man.

His body pressed tightly against her back, his hands encircling her eyes were icy cold, his breath sprayed on her neck, and a faint medicinal scent entered her nostrils.

Suddenly a jolt:

Jing Sichen is standing! He's not lame!

He touched her eyes precisely; he wasn't blind!

Before she could even process what was happening, the terrifying sound came again.

"Woman, now is not the time to be afraid. Do you know why I married you? To serve me. How I treat you depends on my mood, how much money I make, what delicious meals I eat, and what little trinkets I buy!"

He spoke softly and slowly, his hand covering her eyes slowly moving down to pinch her chin. He deliberately lowered his voice, crushing the courage stored in her body inch by inch, making her obediently become food in his palm, at his mercy.

A large group of people, men and women, stood around her, watching her tremble, seemingly numb, without a trace of sympathy in their eyes.

That's right!

She was the tenth bride.

Upon hearing this, Lin Lulu's expression changed.

Just as he was about to speak, his voice rang out again: "Now, take off your clothes yourself."

Take off your clothes?

Lin Lulu shook her head instinctively, "No...don't..."

There are so many people here!

Everyone was staring at her, without even blinking.

"Take off your clothes!" His sharp voice was devoid of any emotion.

She closed her eyes in despair.

From the moment she agreed, she was prepared to die.

She wasn't afraid of dying, she was only afraid of dying in too much pain.

With a thought, she steeled her resolve and suddenly pulled a knife from her sleeve. The knife flashed coldly, and as she raised it downwards, the smell of blood assaulted her nostrils. She trembled in fright and saw with her own eyes that the knife was being grasped by his large hand.

She turned around to look at him, but was forcibly bound and bent over by a force. All she could see was his palm still dripping blood.

tick-

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Why?

She wasn't trying to kill him; she was trying to commit suicide.

But he actually caught the knife for her?

"Young Master Jing!"

The room instantly descended into chaos. When Lin Lulu turned around, she only saw a group of hurried figures and a pool of blood on the floor.

She was so frightened that she backed away repeatedly, her legs went weak, and she knelt down on the ground.

My head was buzzing with a jumble of noises.

What should I do?

Will she suffer a fate worse than death next?

Only four maids remained in the living room, standing upright at the four corners, as if to prevent Lin Lulu from escaping.

She could almost picture what they were thinking at that moment.

"See? See? It's her! This poor woman! She angered Young Master Jing!"

"She's going to die a horrible death! She actually injured Young Master Jing!"

"Young Master Jing has a whole set of skills for torturing women. But I really envy her; she got to be tortured to death by Young Master Jing."

"You overconfident bastard! Humph!"

Lin Lulu was flustered and confused. Her knife had already been taken away by Jing Sichen, and she had nothing to defend herself.

She used to think that she was not afraid of death.

But after failing to commit suicide once, he discovered the preciousness of life.

She now feels that no matter what method she uses, if she can survive, it doesn't matter if she has to give her hand to Jing Sichen.

She didn't know much about Jing Sichen; all she heard was how awful, perverted, cruel, and terrifying he was.

She didn't think it was a big deal; being old, ugly, and blind was all a virtue in her eyes.

If he could just get rid of his wife-killing habit, he would be a pretty good husband.

Before she had any interaction with him, she wasn't particularly afraid of him.

But the fact that someone dares to grasp the tip of a knife with their bare hands is enough to show just how terrifying they are!

The door opened at that moment, and Lin Lulu felt a chill run down her spine, her hair standing on end. As she looked up, a man appeared in front of her.

She opened her mouth slightly in surprise, looked up at him, and for a moment forgot her fear.

This man is so handsome!

With arched eyebrows and a straight nose, his most striking feature was his eyes, like a clear, pure deep pool. They seemed shallow but concealed turbulent currents, and were so icy and cracked that they were so beautiful that they captivated anyone who looked at them, making one want to stir up ripples on the mirror-like surface of the pool.

He wore a black suit, exuding a cold and arrogant aura that made people afraid to approach him. Just by raising his eyebrows, he was already domineering and made people's legs go weak.

She remained looking up, "You... are?"

She glanced at the man's hand subconsciously; he loosely clenched his fist, but there wasn't a trace of blood.

"Do you know what the consequences will be if you hurt Jing Sichen?" The man reached out his hand to her, his indifferent tone revealing no attitude whatsoever.

Even her voice is so beautiful!

She's absolutely gorgeous!

In the past, she would have been completely captivated by his stunning good looks.

But when it comes to life and death, looks are nothing!

"Die." She said softly, her eyes unconsciously reddening.

She didn't take his hand. Instead, she stood up and asked urgently, "Is there any way to make amends? I'll do anything! I didn't mean to hurt Young Master Jing! For example, if he's angry, then... I'll just cut my hand too, okay?"

"Jing? Young Master?" The man emphasized these two words, showing particular dissatisfaction with her current form of address.

She didn't understand what he was angry about, and mustered her courage to ask, "Can I see him?"

The man shrugged, a barely perceptible hint of amusement flashing in his dark eyes, and said softly, "I won't see you anymore."

Tears streamed down her face, and she burst into tears.

What he meant was: Is she doomed?

"I know I'll die sooner or later! But I'm still young, I can still contribute a lot to the country, and I have so many dreams to fulfill. Can't I die a little later? Young Master Jing has already lost nine wives. If the tenth dies, even if the Jing family has enough money to buy the entire universe, no one will dare to marry him! Don't believe me? Try looking for a wife yourself! If we always use coercion, what if we anger the public and the Jing family loses its position? When the wall falls, everyone will push it down, and you..."

"Shut up!" the man snapped, glancing at Lin Lulu's pale face before parting his thin lips: "He died five minutes ago."