Chapter 581: Zhang Boxun, the Big Liar
Chapter 581: Zhang Boxun, the Big Liar
But the news was disheartening. The hotel attendant said that according to the Hexi team’s registration, there were all sorts of names—everyone except Luo Feifan and Zhang Boxun.
Tang Siluo dismissed the attendant and slumped onto the sofa in her silk nightgown, looking dejected.
Just then, Lei Jiang opened the door with a key card and walked in. Seeing Tang Siluo still in her pajamas, he smiled and said, “Lolo, why haven’t you changed yet? Hurry up—Captain Chen is waiting for us to eat.”
Tang Siluo looked up at Lei Jiang with disgust. She wanted to tell Zhang Boxun and Brother Feifan right then and there that Lei Jiang was standing in front of her under the alias Jiang Peng, accompanying Chen Chaofa. Jiang Peng was Lei Jiang.
But she was under house arrest. It was freezing outside, and Lei Jiang hadn’t given her a single winter coat. Instead, he dressed her in evening gowns and high heels, treating her like a pet.
Splendid clothes, a high bed with soft pillows, a comfortable life in the freezing weather—yet she still wanted to escape, always answering his gifts with coldness. How ungrateful she must seem.
Only she knew how despicable and disgusting Lei Jiang truly was.
He offered her a few kind words, but Tang Siluo treated him coldly. Suddenly she snapped, “I want to see the soldiers my father left me.”
“Didn’t we agree? Luoluo, you’re ill right now. You need to recuperate. We won’t see anyone who doesn’t matter.”
Lei Jiang smiled, reached out, bent down, and touched Tang Siluo’s thin shoulders. A beautifully curved figure lay beneath her silk pajamas.
Seeing his veiled gaze, anger flared in Tang Siluo. She slapped Lei Jiang’s hand away, stood up, and shouted at him, “I’m sick? I’m sick? Lei Jiang, you always say I’m sick. Where does my illness come from? Tell me—tell me, you psychopath. I think you’re the one who’s sick.”
“You still say you’re not sick? You’ve lost so much weight, and you still say you’re not sick?”
Lei Jiang stood, wrapped his arms around Tang Siluo, and walked toward the double bed behind the sofa. Tang Siluo struggled in his grasp, screaming, “Don’t touch me! You’re disgusting! Ah—Zhang Boxun, Zhang Boxun, save me! Zhang Boxun, save me!”
She cried Zhang Boxun’s name as the silk nightgown covering her legs ripped open.
Lei Jiang forced himself onto her, his face twisted as he pressed her down, laughing cruelly. “Zhang Boxun? You killed Zhang Boxun a long time ago. Don’t you remember? Tang Siluo, oh Tang Siluo, you’re so disobedient, always wishing Zhang Boxun would save you. Why don’t you call for your Brother Feifan now? Or is it that you know, at your most dangerous moments, the one who always came to save you was Zhang Boxun? I’ll tell you—he’s dead. Dead!”
Yes, she had stabbed Zhang Boxun with her own hand…
Tang Siluo, ravaged by Lei Jiang, suddenly stopped crying for help. Tears streamed down her face again.
Zhang Boxun—the liar, the liar! Hadn’t he sworn in his youth that he would chase her to the ends of the earth, always love her, always protect her?