Wife Can't Escape

Chapter 25

Glossary:

Huanhuan – This is the name of the aphrodisiac that Song Luan's brother gave her.

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Translated by: Tinker

Song Luan had a long dream. In the dream, she was a spectator outside the scenes. In the dream, there was a woman who often wore gorgeous and bright red clothes. Her face was extremely beautiful, her character was domineering, but her words were sharp and bitter.

The plots written in the book all happened. Her son broke his leg, and the silent child relied on crutches from then on. In the dream, she and Zhao Nanyu were almost strangers. She taunted and insulted him.

Zhao Nanyu was as cold as a stone. The violence between his eyebrows was thousands of times as strong as it was now. His eyes were bright and dark, and there was a fierce sense of killing aura in his heart. As the days passed, her situation became more and more sad. First, the Song family crumbled and Song Luan fell ill.

She couldn't even get up from the bed. There was a strong smell of medicine in the room, which couldn't be dispelled even by opening the window. She was lying on the bed with thin bones, pale face, and there was almost no blood on her lips. As if she would die the next seconds.

Her internal organs felt like it was being eaten, or being stirred inside with a knife, and even breathing became torture. She would like to die at once. It was not good if she was filled with medicine. She slept with pain every day.

Song Luan looked at the woman lying on the bed, whose eyes were sad and her heart was as dead as ashes, and inexplicably began to shed tears. She felt very sad in her dream.

The woman's bleak eyes seemed to look at her, and a smile appeared on her beautiful pale face. Song Luan thought that the woman saw her.

Suddenly, the man in dark blue came in slowly. The sound of boots coming nearer sounded like the bell of death.

The poor thin woman on the bed pulled up a hard smile, "Here you are."
The man looked down at her for a long time, then sighed with sympathy, "Uh, so pathetic."

The woman felt pain. The pain in her chest had never stopped. She seemed to live in a hell of endless pain. She opened her mouth and said weakly, "Kill me."

Zhao Nanyu looked at her calmly as she asked for him to kill her. He smiled and asked, "Does it hurt? "

How could it not hurt?

Every day, her limbs and her inner organs seem to be stabbed over and over by a knife. The pain was felt from the bottom of the foot to the back of the head. There was no place on her whole body that it didn't hurt. She had been suffering for three years.

"Zhao Nanyu, you are a bastard's child. Being born under a prositute woman, you can't escape the fact that you're born of sin." After she said this, she began to gasp heavily to relieve the pain in her chest.

The man smiled instead of anger.

As she wished, he had an exquisitely crafted dagger in his hand.

He helped her up, and the sharp point of the dagger pointed straight at her heart. With a sharp look in his eyes, Zhao Nanyu stabbed the dagger into her heart without hesitation. "Go die."

Song Luan woke up and was so scared that she hadn't recovered from her eyes for a long time. Just now, the dream seemed too real. She even suspected that the scene was when the original owner died.

Song Luan's eyes were staring at the top of the bed, the back of her head was numb, and her heart was blank.

She took a deep breath and gradually recovered from the fear in her dream. She slowly sat up, leaned on the pillow and remembered that she had just fainted.