Thwack.
Shen Mingzhu awoke amidst a sharp pain.
Before her consciousness fully returned, another slap landed, causing stars to burst before her eyes.
Instinctively wanting to retaliate, she found her hands unable to move—looking down, she saw her limbs were bound to a post with ropes.
She turned her head, and caught sight of Sun Feifei's contemptuously mocking face, her gaze filled with malice and spite.
Panic and fear uncontrollably surged from the depths of Shen Mingzhu's heart.
In both her lives combined, she'd never encountered such a vicious incident.
Could she not escape the fate of the supporting female character, and was today the day her life would end here?
If she died, Pei Yang, still so young, would surely marry a new wife.
And she wondered if her Ziheng and Guoguo would be mistreated by their stepmother.
In just a brief moment, many thoughts raced through Shen Mingzhu's mind, her emotions somewhat beyond her control.
"You're scared now? Too late!"