Contract Marriage: Billionaire and His Deaf Wife-Chapter 1230: I’d Do Anything for You (5)

Zhong Qiaohui’s face twitched involuntarily.

"Go ahead, is there anything you want to say to me, my bride?" Zhang Yingxi’s hand rested on her face, gently stroking it.

Zhong Qiaohui desperately swallowed back the sourness rising to her throat.

Zhang Yingxi seemed unaware of her expression, muttering to himself, "Right, the one who suddenly asked at the wedding if you were willing to marry me, he’s your friend, isn’t he?"

Hearing him mention Zhang Sanfeng, Zhong Qiaohui frowned.

Zhang Yingxi smiled, "What’s the matter, is that cripple on your mind?"

"Don’t call him a cripple. He’s not a cripple!" Zhong Qiaohui said, raising her eyes to meet his. The anger in her eyes was clear, for whom those words were spoken.

The light in Zhang Yingxi’s eyes slowly dimmed. His gentle actions caressing her cheek gradually stiffened, then suddenly one hand grasped her throat.

Zhong Qiaohui seemed unprepared for his action, yet at the same time, it was as if she had anticipated it. Her eyes widened for a moment, then turned indifferent as she faced him. It seemed that life or death didn’t matter at this moment.

"You’re thinking of another man, yet you marry me?" Zhang Yingxi spoke lightly. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Zhong Qiaohui’s lips curled, "Heh heh," she laughed coldly twice, "You know very well why I married you."

"Tell me."

"Don’t think I don’t know. Do you want to kill him? Because his talent threatens your position as the leader. No matter if it’s the Zhong Family or the Zhang Family, even though you are the rightful heir, all the elders favor him. I know because when you sent me those shoes, the timing was too coincidental — I knew you wanted to use me to mock his helplessness, but I’m telling you, you’re delusional! You’ll never measure up to him."

These words were enough to make any man fly into a rage. Zhang Yingxi’s face displayed a tumult of colors, but soon what came from his mouth was, "When you were younger, foolishly watching him, did you know there was always someone behind you silently watching over you?"

A flash of doubt appeared on Zhong Qiaohui’s face, then she smirked, about to express disbelief.

The man in front of her, clutching her throat, suddenly bent down and kissed her lips. This kiss was different from the reserved, polite one at the wedding earlier; it was not a fleeting touch.

The taste of blood spread instantly.

His pupils deepened, yet they did not leave her lips.

When she intended to bite down again, his fingers suddenly tightened around her throat. This time, she almost rolled her eyes and nearly passed out.

As her body went limp, he held her in his arms and said, "You’ve always been so foolish for him, but have you ever thought about my feelings? For you, I’m willing to do anything, even sell my soul."

Nonsense—Zhong Qiaohui tried hard to spit out these words, wanting to slap him, but when her vision opened, she saw his face.

On his face, beyond the usual aloof authority he must maintain as the eldest son of the Zhang Family, there was now a distinctly different expression revealed.