Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Chapter 403 The Phoenix Man's Scheme 7

On their wedding night, Sun Mingyang waited early in the rented room, but Qingmo did not return for a long time.

I called her, but she didn't answer.

I sent her a message, but she didn't read it or reply.

She didn't return until midnight, drunk.

As soon as I entered, I saw Sun Mingyang sitting on the sofa with a deadpan expression.

"You still know how to come back?"

"Do you know what day it is?"

"Mu Qiuqiu, what do you mean? Did you go off to fool around with some random guy?"

Now that they've got their marriage certificate, Sun Mingyang doesn't want to pretend anymore. Anyway, she's his wife now, and she's carrying a child of unknown origin in her belly. She can't run away.

Upon hearing this, Qingmo staggered, her eyes blurry with drunkenness, and grabbed his head, slamming it against the wall.

"Sun Mingyang, you piece of trash, what kind of day is this?"

"How could I not know on our wedding night? You're no longer usable, so why are you still concerned about whether I go home or not?"

"It's outrageous."

Sun Mingyang's head throbbed with pain from the blows. He tried to fight back, but he was no match for the opponent.

We've already got the marriage certificate, so we're a legally married couple now. If I don't take good care of him, it'll be a disgrace to us women.

She gave him a good beating, and then Qingmo kindly poured him a glass of milk.

"Drinked."

Sun Mingyang covered his head. When he saw Qingmo bring him the milk, he thought she had a change of heart and took a big gulp.

But as soon as I swallowed it, I felt something was wrong.

"vomit…"

He spat out a silver needle from his mouth.

"Honey, why is there a needle in this milk?"

Sun Mingyang held the slender silver needle, his fingers trembling slightly, and his face turned deathly pale.

He dared not guess whether she did it intentionally or unintentionally.

Qingmo leaned against the wall, a cold glint flashing in her drunken, hazy eyes.

She slowly took out her cigarette case, lit one, and the smoke she exhaled blurred her expression.

“Wife, you…” Sun Mingyang’s voice began to tremble.

“Swallow it.” She walked slowly closer, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor.

Sun Mingyang subconsciously shrank back, his back hitting the cold wall.

He suddenly realized that Mu Qiuqiu was terrifyingly unfamiliar at that moment.

Qingmo bent down and took the silver needle from his hand, gently turning it between her fingertips.

"Do you know that if you betray someone's true feelings, you should swallow a thousand needles? And you, you betrayed someone who truly loved you."

“Wh...what?” Sun Mingyang’s pupils suddenly contracted.

He didn't know what she meant.

"Happy wedding, my dear." Qingmo's smile was so sweet it sent chills down your spine.

“From today onwards, you will have to swallow one every day. Tsk tsk tsk, if you calculate the time, it will take about twenty-seven years for you to complete your redemption.”

Outside the window, a bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky, illuminating the madness in Qingmo's eyes.

Amidst the thunder, Sun Mingyang finally realized that Mu Qiuqiu had probably gone mad.

"You madman, what are you saying?"

Sun Mingyang suddenly stood up, shoved Qingmo aside, and staggered toward the door.

But as soon as his hand touched the doorknob, Qingmo kicked him in the back.

His legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Qingmo strolled over slowly, looking down at him with a faint smile on her lips.

"Why are you running? You haven't even swallowed the needle yet, my dear husband."

Then, despite Sun Mingyang's resistance, Qingmo forcefully shoved the needle into his mouth.

Sun Mingyang struggled desperately, but Qingmo held him firmly in place. The silver needle slid down his throat, and he felt a sharp pain, tears streaming down his face.

"Why didn't you just behave and listen to me earlier?" Qingmo said coldly.

Sun Mingyang collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. He felt a tightness in his throat and some discomfort in his abdomen.

Sun Mingyang trembled violently, desperately trying to clear his throat: "You're a madman! You're a fucking madman! I'm calling the police!"

"Report it." Qingmo shrugged indifferently. "It doesn't matter. We're husband and wife. This is just a little bit of fun."

She tilted her head, her smile both innocent and cruel, "From now on, you will live in hell every single day."

Qingmo stood up, straightened her skirt, and said in a light tone, "That's enough for tonight, see you tomorrow, darling."

After saying that, she turned and went into the bedroom. The door clicked shut, leaving Sun Mingyang curled up on the floor, trembling with pain.

Outside the window, the rain was pouring down and thunder was booming.

Sun Mingyang shivered with cold. He didn't know how things could have turned out this way; it was completely different from what he had expected.

He went directly to the hospital and then called the police.

Unfortunately, apart from the bruises on his body, the doctor did not find any silver needles in his stomach.

Several CT scans were performed, but no abnormalities were found.

But Sun Mingyang could truly feel that the pain in his body was not an illusion.

"How could that be, doctor? Check again, there must be some. I swallowed it myself, how could I not know?"

"I have a bleeding throat and an injury, and I have abdominal pain, these are all proof."

He spoke with absolute certainty, but the hospital's examination showed no problems.

"this…"

The doctor was also in a dilemma. His trachea was indeed injured, but after several examinations, he could not find anything unusual.

In the end, the doctor was still unable to reach a conclusion, since the tests showed no problems.

As for the police, all they could do was call Qingmo over and give her a scolding; they couldn't do anything else.

"Don't worry, Uncle, I'll be more careful next time. It's nothing serious, my husband is just overreacting."

"No, no, this woman is crazy, arrest her, arrest her."

No matter what Sun Mingyang says, it's nothing more than ordinary domestic violence.

As for his claim of swallowing needles, that's utter nonsense; hospital examinations don't lie.

"Honey, stop fooling around, let's go home."

She forcefully grabbed Sun Mingyang's hand and left, shoving him into a Wuling Hongguang van.

The old car rattled and lurched again, but wasn't this more exciting than a Land Rover?

Upon returning home, he was met with yet another storm of anger.

She went to the bedroom, grabbed a belt, and began to vent her frustrations.

"Damn man, what are you doing? It's just a little scuffle, and you dare to call the police?"

"I'll beat you to death today."

Sun Mingyang screamed in agony as he was beaten, but he was powerless to fight back.

The belt lashed him again and again, and he felt as if his skin was about to crack. "Enough! You crazy woman!"

Sun Mingyang roared at the top of his lungs.

Qingmo ignored him and only stopped pulling the belt when she got tired.

"Remember, this is just a lesson. If you dare to call the police again, it won't be so simple," Qingmo said coldly.

In the days that followed, she would make Sun Mingyang live in fear every day.