[MTL] Who taught you to be the heroine of an abusive novel? [Quick travel]

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Chapter 41 The President's Wife is a Salted Fish (End) (1)

    ◎Marriage first, then love◎

    The car was driving fast on the way home, Qiao Weiwei was already sitting in the back seat in a daze, without blinking for a long time.

    Song Huaiqing arrived a little late because he wanted to get the appraisal results. He didn't know what happened to Qiao Weiwei and Song Zixian, which caused the kid to lose control suddenly. He thought that Qiao Weiwei's appearance was frightened.

    Although Song Huaiqing himself was not in a calm mood right now, seeing Qiao Weiwei like this made his heart tighten.

    "Scared? It's okay."

    Qiao Weiwei returned to her senses, turned her head, said nothing, just leaned on Song Huaiqing's shoulder, and closed her eyes again.

    Song Huaiqing hugged her shoulders tightly, and patted her shoulders reassuringly twice. There was a warm heat source in his arms, which made his heart calm a lot.

    Qiao Weiwei wasn't actually scared, she was just dismantling the system fragments she received.

    She has no interest in the hosts and tasks that this low-level system has experienced before. She just went through all the things after binding it to Song Zixian in her mind.

    Song Zixian is a cowardly wimp, so after the system showed him all the things that Song Huaiqing would find out the truth in the future, then deprive him of his property, and drive him out of the Song family, he didn't think about how to fight back.

    Because of the plot, he knew that Song Huaiqing would be finished sooner or later, and he just needed to reap the benefits of the fisherman, so his life for these years was monotonous and simple, just nestling in that comfortable nursing home and enjoying the blessings.

    There is nothing to pay attention to.

    It is the system's database that makes Qiao Weiwei more concerned. The system's database stores the life forms it has scanned. In the database, the color of Song Huaiqing's soul body has a confusing and colorful feeling, which is a kind that cannot be described in words. come out in color.

    But the soul of that human figure was barely pieced together from fragments, moreover, a human figure was barely pieced together from the remaining fragments, and on top of that soul, there were countless incompletes.

    This person seemed to have been tortured like Ling Chi, his beautiful and complete soul was gouged out bit by bit by a sharp but not fatal knife, a small piece at a time, a small piece at a time.

    In the endless torment of such accumulated pain, I drained all my blood until pieces of my soul drifted away with the wind in loneliness and pain, and then slowly walked into the wind and turned into a little bit of powder.

    For some reason, Qiao Weiwei suddenly began to tremble violently. She looked at the crippled soul, as if a part of her body had been hollowed out. She could only breathe in fresh air to relieve the sense of suffocation for no reason.

    "What's the matter?"

    Her movement disturbed Song Huaiqing, who was also thinking, Qiao Weiwei pulled away from her mind again, and looked up at the man in front of her.

    Song Huaiqing in front of him was still a living person, he could frown and speak, but his soul was so broken, so weak that he couldn't even utter a word of pain.