My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ 106. Chapter 105. Dead, dead.

Chapter 105: Dead, dead.

When Cheng Qingzhi woke up again, he was awakened by a loud scolding. His hair was pulled, almost tearing his scalp.

Cheng Qingzhi endured the sudden pain silently, his heart sinking to the bottom. He knew she had left again.

"In the past, I couldn't bear to touch you, hoping to sell you for a good price. But in the end, another woman slept with you. It's really unlucky. However. . . since you've already been taken, why don't I also taste it?" Cheng Songer smiled meaningfully, pulling his collar with a flirtatious look in her eyes.

Cheng Qingzhi clenched his collar tightly, his eyes filled with hostility.

"Hmph, haven't seen you in over a year, and now you've become more capable?" Cheng Songer sneered, snatching the hairpin from his hand.

"Give it back to me!" Cheng Qingzhi suddenly pounced at her, but his strength was no match for hers. Cheng Songer grabbed his neck, choking him.

"Is this the woman who gave it to you? You two are really deeply in love." Cheng Songer's eyes flashed with cruelty. She jumped off the bed and forcefully pushed him to the ground, stomping on him twice. The golden magnolia petals shattered on the floor.

"Now let's see what you two can do-" Before Cheng Songer could finish her sentence, a red figure flashed before her, tightly gripping her neck. Her face turned red, and her eyes bulged.

"Mujin!" Cheng Qingzhi shouted.

Mujin ran in from the courtyard and saw the two of them entangled. Without hesitation, he helped Cheng Qingzhi hold down Cheng Songer. Mujin was naturally strong, and with Cheng Qingzhi's help, they finally managed to restrain Cheng Songer.

"Master, have you finally come to your senses?" Mujin said with some relief.

Cheng Qingzhi shook his head, looking coldly at Cheng Songer, who was filled with unwillingness. "When it gets dark, take her to the house and seal all the windows and doors with bricks, leaving only a small gap for food to be delivered. No one is allowed to pay her any attention or speak to her."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Songer's eyes widened in disbelief, letting out a hoarse scream.

Looking at this identical face, Cheng Qingzhi felt an itching hatred. It was all because of her that Songer couldn't come back, abandoning him and their child. He wished he could peel her skin off immediately and let her die a thousand painful deaths.

But he couldn't. Songer still needed this body, she couldn't die, and this body couldn't be harmed.

On the first day of her imprisonment, Cheng Songer cursed loudly in the room, but the room was sealed, with nothing but a small opening for food. The courtyard was large, and even if she screamed loudly in the middle of the night, it wouldn't reach anyone's ears.

On the seventh day of her imprisonment, Cheng Songer's attitude began to change. She wanted to please Cheng Qingzhi, but he ignored her.

In the first month of imprisonment, Cheng Songer began to beg for mercy.

In the third month of imprisonment, Cheng Songer humbly knelt down and begged, hoping that the guard would say a word to her, but the guard didn't even give her a glance.

Late at night, the prison cell often echoed with Cheng Songer's cries of despair.

Cheng Qingzhi didn't use any violent means, but he drove her to madness.

Three months later, Cheng Qingzhi was about to give birth, and Xiaozhi brought the best midwife in the city.

"Master, the position of the fetus in your belly is not right, it can't be delivered. Master, you need to exert some force!" The midwife anxiously shouted.