She Lives without Regret in This Life

Chapter 531: Chapter 552: The Most Pleasurable Way

Among them, the most rational and the least reactive was Sheng Ning. Her face still bore a faint, almost indiscernible smile as she stared directly at Meng Ping.

”Do you know? You look really ridiculous right now, very, very ridiculous,” she said sarcastically, while Meng Ping pressed her down on the sofa.

”How am I ridiculous?” A man, especially one as supremely domineering as Meng Ping, could hardly tolerate ridicule from a woman. His handsome face carried a hint of malice as he pinned her against the sofa with his body.

”You should know, I could possess you right now, and once you become my woman, I would take good care of you, pamper you, and not let any other man even glance at you. Okay?”

”Okay...”

”Really?” Meng Ping’s eyes brightened, but Sheng Ning’s next words were like a bucket of ice water poured over him.

”But you’re not destined for that, do you know, Meng Ping? The person I hate the most is you. You better not show up in front of me, or else I will stab you again.”

Sheng Ning’s gaze was unfamiliar, unblinkingly fixated on him, the hatred in her eyes as dense as ink that couldn’t be dissolved, which was terrifying to behold. Ever since her rebirth, she had been suppressing, bitterly suppressing, wanting to completely sever ties with her past and change her fate, never to make the same mistakes.

However, there were always people who wouldn’t let her go, always people who couldn’t stand to see her well.

”Let go of me,” Sheng Ning said coldly.

”I won’t let go. I just won’t,” Meng Ping pressed her against the back of the sofa, his hand on her chin as he spoke fiercely, ”It was you who provoked me first, yet you repeatedly ignored me. Am I that inferior to Xu Qigang? Am I worse than him?”

”You’re inferior to him in every way; don’t even mention his name, because you’re not worthy,” Sheng Ning retorted, struggling forcefully, but her strength was no match for his control.

She knew, despite Meng Ping being a wastrel, due to the training from Meng Fan since childhood, his skills were actually not bad, much better than an average man’s.

Her own strength was indeed insufficient compared to his. But it didn’t matter, she had ways to make him let go.

”Damn it!” Already in a crazed frenzy, Meng Ping, spurred by her words, outright ignored all caution. He pinned her down and sealed her lips...

Until he tasted a metallic sweetness.

Meng Ping suddenly sobered up, his gaze lost as he released his grip on her, looking at her leaning on the pristine white sofa, her body drenched in blood. Her pale face was cold, detached, the corners of her pale lips stained with blood...

”Since I won’t stab you, but I can still stab myself...” Sheng Ning laughed, her laughter tragic, unlike her usual self.

She knew she had been too willful this time; perhaps she had other solutions, but she didn’t want to consider them. She had been suppressing for so long, she needed an outlet to vent, she liked this straightforward way.

A single knife could solve all the problems.

In her previous life, because she had stabbed Meng Ping, she had been imprisoned for many years. This had always been a scar, a thorn in her heart, incessantly gnawing at her soul, haunting her in countless midnight dreams of this bloody knife.

Her body was slowly cooling; her mouth was full of a metallic sweetness. But she didn’t care, she even felt exhilarated. Sheng Ning raised the small knife in front of her eyes, her gaze blurry as she looked at it.