Rebirth: He refused to Divorce Again-Chapter 1516: What’s So Wrong With Me?

If he could move at that time, he would have sliced her into a thousand pieces.

Luckily, in his past life, he personally took revenge.

But compared to the harm Qiaoqiao suffered, it was truly too merciful.

This lifetime, how should she die?

Qin Yize pondered seriously.

Lin Qinghuan gazed dazedly at Qin Yize lounging lazily in the chair. He was awake, which was a relief.

Today, his expression was somewhat odd, as if he was suppressing something. He did not look at her but focused on a point in the air, his cold demeanor as unattainable as ever.

Why wouldn’t he look at her?

Perhaps she no longer looked good after being disfigured, and suddenly panicked, Lin Qinghuan reached to touch her face. Unfortunately, her hands were cuffed to the chair, and her ankles were shackled too. These were treatment for death row inmates, was she doomed to die?

Tears immediately streamed down Lin Qinghuan’s face, and she choked out, "If I didn’t say it like that, would you never see me again? Ah Ze, do you truly hate me?"

Qin Yize’s icy voice rang out slowly, "What are you to deserve my hatred? I just find it a bit disgusting when I see you."

Disgusting, he actually said she was disgusting?

Lin Qinghuan’s heart was twisted into a knot by these words, and she howled softly, "How could you say that? We grew up together. What’s so wrong with me that you don’t like me?"

Qin Yize slowly rose from the chair, took a few steps, and stopped five meters away from Lin Qinghuan, looking down at her from above, cold and stern. His voice, as sharp as shattered ice, asked, "Then let me ask you, didn’t Zhan Yanxiang grow up with you as well? What was wrong with him that you had to stab him three times and kill him with your own hands?"

Zhan Yanxiang?

Lin Qinghuan froze, nearly forgetting this name, and now, as Qin Yize uttered it, the air around seemed to turn chillingly cold.

"I..." she hesitated, suddenly bit her lip, "It has nothing to do with him. I’m asking about you, Qin Yize! Cooperate with me today, and I’ll tell you what you want to know, otherwise, I won’t say a word even upon death..."

"I once promised the Zhan family to avenge Yanxiang. I thought I had done so, but you escaped. Fortunately, the long arm of the law finally caught you this time, and the Zhan family’s revenge can finally be fulfilled. I believe Yanxiang can now rest in peace in the next world."

"He deserved to die! Who told him to find out my secret? Naturally, I had to eliminate him." Lin Qinghuan, tired of pretending, said bitterly.

"That’s the disgusting part about you, and sadly, you are oblivious."

Though Qin Yize’s voice was calm, in Lin Qinghuan’s ears, it was as if blades sliced deep into her heart.

"How can you say that, Ah Ze? I love you. I really love you. No one in this world loves you like I do. How can you call me disgusting, how can you be so heartless to me?" Lin Qinghuan cried out in anguish, her pain making her face look even more distorted.

Qin Yize looked at Lin Qinghuan, his disdain in no way hidden, "These words were originally sacred, but when you speak them, they become just as disgusting as you. I didn’t want to come, since what we need to know from you, we’ll find out ourselves, but I thought you deserve to know how I see you..."

"Ah Ze, how do you see me?" Hope flickered in Lin Qinghuan’s eyes, though she asked with uncertainty.

"I already told you, disgusting, those two words."

Lin Qinghuan’s already pale complexion turned even whiter. She swayed, and if not anchored to the chair, she would have collapsed.

No matter the dispute, Qin Yize had never spoken such harsh words to her, and Lin Qinghuan’s tears streamed down again as she bit her lip, staring intensely at Qin Yize.

At that moment, she finally understood what it meant to kill without touching a person—these words were more painful than if he had just killed her.

Is her love so pathetic?

Qin Yize strolled leisurely to Lin Qinghuan, bent slightly, and stared at the now disfigured woman before him, his cold, merciless voice like a Shura from Hell, "You are like a clown, with poor acting skills, leaping around, thinking you’re smart and beautiful, when in fact, you are most ugly and vile. So, you should just hurry up and die!"

"Ah Ze, you..." Lin Qinghuan’s mind trembled violently, her expression changed abruptly, almost on the verge of a breakdown by Qin Yize’s words. She gripped her hands tightly, her nails biting into her palms, but the stabbing pain was nothing compared to the heart-splitting agony Qin Yize’s words caused.

How could he insult her so, call her vile, and tell her to die?

Yangchun Baixue-like Qin Yize, how could he say such things?

"Ah Ze, you are too heartless, how can you say I’m..." Lin Qinghuan mumbled in a half-crazed state.

She shook her head, her face a battered canvas of cyan and pale. Suddenly remembering something, her eyes darkened as she looked at Qin Yize, about to hurl crazed insults at Gu Qiaoqiao, believing it was her who forced Qin Yize to say these things, that the cheap woman forced him to humiliate her.

Otherwise, the upright and noble Qin Yize would never say such harsh words, this was not his style.

But before Lin Qinghuan could speak, Qin Yize moved faster, his hand shot out like lightning, swiftly grabbing Lin Qinghuan’s chin and with a click, dislocated it, rendering her unable to speak anymore.

Because what he wanted to say, he had finally said.

Qin Yize curled his lips coldly, gave her a frosty glance, and then pulled out a handkerchief, wiped his hand that dislocated Lin Qinghuan’s jaw in front of her, and then disdainfully tossed the handkerchief to the ground like discarding a rag, without giving her another look, Qin Yize walked out of the detainment room unhurriedly.

At that moment, Lin Qinghuan was already like a dead fish.

Her last thread of hope was extinguished, her heart turned to ashes.

As she was led away by the guards, her once life-filled body now a mere shell, Qin Yize’s words utterly crushed her.

It turns out, in his heart, she was a clown, disgusting and vile, urging her to hurry and die...

How could he do this!

Being dragged to her cell, Lin Qinghuan howled in despair...

Meanwhile, Qin Yize had already reached the visiting room.