Severing ties with family to marry the young marshal, his whole family chases me to the crematorium.

Chapter 174 "Get Out"

The three Shen brothers looked at each other, completely unaware of Shen Qingyao's current state.

Therefore, he could only keep a close watch on the seemingly weak but dangerous girl in front of him, fearing that if he was careless, she would kill him without mercy.

Shen Qingyao bit her lip tightly, her face pale, as if she had been severely provoked by Shen Yanming.

No one knew that she was secretly struggling with the violent power within her, muttering to herself:

"God of Bliss, even if you can control me to kill him, don't forget that I have an unbreakable blood bond with him. Once I end his life with my own hands, the Heavenly Dao will not let me off the hook, and I will be completely annihilated. Do you really think that hiding inside my body will make you safe and sound and allow you to escape unscathed?"

As time passed, the surging, murderous aura that seemed about to burst forth from Shen Qingyao's chest gradually subsided.

The intense killing intent that had filled her eyes receded like the tide until it disappeared without a trace.

Seeing that Shen Qingyao didn't seem to have much killing intent towards Shen Yanming anymore, the three Shen brothers finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Shen Yanming, in particular, was still shaken by the feeling of being on the verge of death. He was filled with lingering fear and couldn't help but secretly let out a soft sigh of relief.

However, his gaze remained fixed, and he dared not meet Shen Qingyao's eyes even for a moment.

Just as everyone relaxed their guard, a sudden change occurred! A muffled thud was heard, and Shen Yanming was sent flying backward without warning.

His body, like a kite with a broken string, traced an arc in the air before crashing heavily onto the hard ground.

Due to the violent impact, before he could even struggle to his feet, he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.

At the same time, Si Jingnian slowly withdrew his foot, stood proudly, and glanced coldly at Shen Yanming, who was lying on the ground coughing up blood not far away. A chilling voice came from his mouth:

“If you weren’t A-Yao’s biological brother, you would probably be a corpse lying dead under my gun right now.”

His deep, magnetic voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, captivating all who heard it, yet his tone was remarkably calm, making it impossible to detect even the slightest hint of anger.

However, these calm words struck the three Shen brothers like a thunderclap, instantly turning their faces deathly pale.

Shen Yanshi rushed forward anxiously, wanting to help Shen Yanming, who had fallen to the ground, up.

But when he reached out and touched Shen Yanming's body, he was horrified to find that the other man had collapsed to the ground as if he had lost all support, and could not stand up no matter how hard he tried.

Moreover, Shen Yanming was spitting out blood continuously, accompanied by shrill screams, creating a shocking scene.

At the same time, Si Jingnian's icy gaze shot straight at Shen Yanting like a cold arrow.

His eyes showed no emotion whatsoever as he glanced at Shen Yanting indifferently.

This simple action caused Shen Yanting's previously composed expression to change drastically, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

"Today I'll teach you how to kick someone. Stop putting on this pretentious act for my wife. It's utterly hypocritical!"

Si Jingnian parted his thin lips slightly and coldly uttered those words.

Upon hearing this, Shen Yanting felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

His once composed face had turned deathly pale, and his eyes were filled with panic as he instinctively looked towards Shen Qingyao.

However, to his despair, Shen Qingyao never gave him even the slightest bit of attention from beginning to end.

She simply nestled quietly beside Si Jingnian, gently supporting his broad shoulders, her head slightly lowered, her eyes closed, as if everything happening around her had nothing to do with her.

"Qingyao..."

Finally, Shen Yanting couldn't help but softly call out Shen Qingyao's name.

This was the first time he had spoken since meeting Shen Qingyao today.

At this moment, the expression on his face showed an even greater degree of panic than before.

Those hands, which usually exude confidence, now felt awkward and unsure of where to place them due to nervousness.

The fear in Shen Yanting's heart surged like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing him and reaching its peak.

He would rather Shen Qingyao curse him and be filled with hatred, so that at least he could understand her reaction and attitude.

However, the current situation is that Shen Qingyao has her eyes tightly closed, as if everything around her is irrelevant to her and she completely ignores their existence.

This cold attitude only made Shen Yanting more and more anxious.

An ominous premonition grew stronger and spread in his heart—the Shen family might really lose Shen Qingyao forever, and no matter what means they used, they could not reverse this situation.

Once this thought took root, it grew wildly like a poisonous weed, quickly taking over his entire mind.

"Qingyao..."

Shen Yanting's lips trembled as he struggled to squeeze out those two words, attempting to explain to her.

Just then, Si Jingnian's icy gaze shot straight at her, like an invisible barrier, abruptly stopping Shen Qingyao from uttering the words she was about to say.

Si Jingnian parted his lips and uttered a single, concise, and powerful word:

"roll!"

This angry shout was like a thunderclap, crisp and loud, and full of a chilling power of intimidation.

Shen Yanting wanted to argue a few more words, but when his gaze fell on Si Jingnian's expressionless face, his heart couldn't help but tremble.

Then, he turned his gaze to Shen Qingyao, who still kept her eyes closed and ignored them, and finally could only swallow the thousand words that were on the tip of his tongue.

"let's go."

Shen Yanting sighed deeply, his voice filled with endless loneliness and frustration.

After saying that, he turned around nimbly, reached out to help Shen Yanming, who was also pale-faced, to his feet, and slowly walked towards the door.

Each step felt so heavy, as if I were carrying a thousand-pound burden.

Supported by Shen Yanting and Shen Yanshi, he limped away.