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Zheng Mengni gently encouraged, "If you don't open it and take a look, how will you know if you like it or not? If you don't like it, I'll feel very sorry."
"Gao Lei, hurry and open it," she urged.
Her voice was so melodious that no one could resist such a gentle request. Gao Lei slowly raised his head, meeting her serene and elegant gaze, and softly murmured in agreement.
Who could possibly resist her? Who wouldn't listen to her?
Gao Lei cautiously extended his hand, treating the precious gift with utmost care as he began to unwrap it.
Zheng Mengni probably stared at his face for three seconds before naturally shifting her gaze downward, covering her mouth in shock. She stood up and walked over to Gao Lei, unceremoniously grabbing his wrist and lifting it up for a closer inspection.
What was going on?
When she first heard about this incident, she had hesitated to believe it. It wasn't until she saw that Gao Lei was indeed missing a finger that her anger truly ignited.
Zheng Mengni rarely got angry; one reason was that she deemed it unworthy, and the other was sheer laziness—she simply didn't want to waste energy on venting.
But this time, Tan Yan had gone too far.
What games was he playing with whom? Did it have anything to do with him?
Letting someone like that interfere with her marriage was something Zheng Mengni felt compelled to address.
Gao Lei kept his head down in silence, always believing that reporting such matters felt too petty; he didn't want Zheng Mengni to think he was small-minded.
As people came and went in the restaurant, Zheng Mengni noticed Gao Lei's hesitation and chose not to force him to recount the entire ordeal immediately.
After dinner, once they sent Shen Die away, she took Gao Lei to the hotel. This was a place they had often visited before; in this familiar environment, perhaps Gao Lei could let down his guard and feel less tense.
However, he instinctively knelt at Zheng Mengni's feet.
Sitting on the bed, Zheng Mengni did not stop this adorable gesture but gently cupped Gao Lei's face in her hands.
"Tell me the truth; it was Tan Yan who did this, right?"
"You... how do you know?"
Zheng Mengni smiled faintly, "It seems my concern for you isn't very obvious; you don't seem to feel it."
Seeing her unhappy expression, Gao Lei panicked.
He hurriedly explained, "That's not what I meant."
Zheng Mengni's voice softened, "Then tell me, what has Tan Yan done to you? I want to support you; are you really going to refuse my help?"
"I... I wouldn't refuse you."
Gao Lei recounted everything that had happened to Zheng Mengni. At first, he was calm, but as he delved into the painful memories, tears inevitably filled his eyes, and his demeanor became frantic.
After being kidnapped by Tan Yan's men, Gao Lei suffered inhumane abuse. Although he had learned to endure pain from Zheng Mengni's scoldings, he still couldn't withstand the relentless beatings from those men.
Tan Yan interrogated Gao Lei about his relationship with Zheng Mengni. He was unwilling to speak and continued to endure the beatings.
Gao Lei thought he could hold out, but when Tan Yan couldn't pry the information from him, he turned to his family. His family was poor; his parents were laid-off workers, and two years ago, his father had an accident that left him with a disabled leg. A ruthless employer seized on this and insisted that Gao Lei's father's injury was due to his own negligence, resulting in only a few thousand in compensation.
Soon after, his mother fell gravely ill and required a large sum for surgery. Out of desperation, he chose to work at a club where money came quickly. But Tan Yan's mother threatened him.
She said that if Gao Lei didn't tell the truth soon, she would have his mother kicked out of the hospital and unable to receive any treatment.
Gao Lei could hardly believe it; how could a person do such a thing? What was the difference between this and murder?
He often heard Tan Yan's name mentioned in conversations. Tan Yan held an illustrious position and status, frequently donating millions and known as a great philanthropist.
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