250 Ending the Show

Bai Xi was like a ragdoll, her whole body limp, leaning against the wall and panting. She was so scared that her legs were weak and she couldn’t stand up.

Go home? Go home with this drunkard-like man?

That home in Taiwan was not her home. It was just a cage he had carefully designed for her.

The sky outside was completely dark. The dark blue sky was now completely engulfed by darkness.

It was dark in the gallery, and only Bai Xi’s soft sobs could be heard.

Chen Kuan hugged her tightly in the dark. “Okay, be good. Let’s go home.” His voice became gentler, but Bai Xi only felt more afraid.

Was this a consolation or a threat?

She did not know.

In the dark and quiet gallery, her heart was beating fiercely, as if it wanted to rush out of her body and break through the silence.

At this moment, she seemed to hear her own heartbeat becoming clearer and clearer.

She listened carefully and realized that it wasn’t a heartbeat. It was someone taking the stairs outside.

The footsteps got closer and closer, and then stopped at the entrance of the gallery. The other party’s knock on the door was soft and very polite.

Who would come to the gallery at this time?

“Bai Xi! Are you in there?” It was Qu Zhi’s voice.

Bai Xi’s eyes lit up at once.

“Qu Zheng! I…” Before she could finish, Chen Kuan covered her mouth tightly.

“Shut up,” he said. Chen Kuan warned her. “If you say anything else, I won’t be polite anymore.”

Only then did Bai Xi realize how wise of a decision she had made to give the gallery’s key to Qu Zhi.

Qu Zhi realized that something was wrong and opened the door immediately.

Before Chen En returned home, he could not get through to his mother’s phone. He had thought that her mother was asleep. In the end, when she returned home, she could not even be found. In a moment of desperation, he returned to Qu Zhi’s house, crying. In the end, Qu Zhi couldn’t get through to Bai Xi either, so she came out to look for her.

As soon as she turned on the light, she saw Bai Xi sitting on the ground, paralyzed, and Chen Kuan pressing Bai Xi’s mouth like a pervert.

Previously, when Chen Kuan came back occasionally, Qu Zhi had seen him. However, many days passed, and the situation was urgent, so Qu Zhi had long forgotten what Chen Kuan looked like. All she saw was a burly man who was plotting against Bai Xi.

Qu Zhi picked up a wooden board from the corner and pointed it at Chen Kuan. “Let her go. I’m going to call the police.”

“You must be Miss Qu.” Chen Kuan looked at Qu Zhi with a smile. “I’ve long heard of your great name.”

Then he stood up and introduced himself, “I’m Bai Xi’s husband. I’m here to take her back to Taiwan.”

Qu Zhi glanced at the bruises on Bai Xi’s face and couldn’t help but grit her teeth. “Don’t come over, stay away from me.”

Looking at the hostile woman in front of him, Chen Kuan sat down resentfully. He poured himself a cup of cold flower tea into Bai Xi’s cup and said, “I’m just anxious. Madam is disobedient.”

Bai Xi stood up with all her might and stumbled towards Qu Zhi.

Qu Zhi protected her behind her and secretly stuffed the mobile phone into her arms. She mouthed, “Go and call the police.”

“Don’t waste your energy, Miss Qu.” Chen Kuan spat out the leaf in his mouth. “Bai Xi must go back with me. Don’t worry, she’s my wife. If she comes back with me obediently, I won’t do anything to her.”

“Why go back?” Qu Zhi refused to listen to his nonsense.

If he could hit his wife outside, wouldn’t he be worse at home?

The child would be there too, and he would be under a lot of pressure.

“Miss Qu, you know what we do between husband and wife.” Chen Kuan’s signature smile appeared on his face. He winked at Qu Zhi, who almost vomited the meal she had last night.

“She won’t leave.” Qu Zhi said firmly.

“Oh? Does Miss Qu have any brilliant ideas?” Chen Kuan leaned back in his chair, pretending to be relaxed, but the veins on his forehead were bulging again.

“She doesn’t want to.”

“I don’t need her permission to go home.” Chen Kuan narrowed his eyes and said, “Miss Qu, I know that your business is doing well, but my wife is so spoiled. You can’t afford to take care of her. Do you know how much money I have to spend on her every year? She can’t live without me…”

Bai Yan’s expression had already calmed down considerably when she came out of the bathroom after calling the police.

“Chen Kuan, let’s get a divorce,”

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