Wei Yun finally set his eyes on Chu Feng's face and said, "Your Highness, the Caomin is willing to present his little finger to your highness, and I hope your highness will not be disgusted."

Wei Yun lowered his head, his heart full of reluctance and anger. He was burning with raging flames in his lowered eyes, but because he lowered his head very low, all of this was hidden under his humble kneeling.

Chu Feng curled a curve in the corner of his lips and said, "Well, since you are willing to give me your little finger, I will barely accept it."

Without waiting for Chu Feng's order, Shui Lingyue walked up and handed the scalpel in her hand that was as sharp as mud to Wei Yun, saying, "Do you do it yourself, or I'll help you?"

Wei Yun heard the voice and tried to calm down the anger in his heart. When he raised his head, his eyes had calmed down. He glanced at Shui Lingyue indifferently and said, "I'll do it myself, so Miss Water will not bother you."

Shui Lingyue couldn't help but sneer in his heart when she looked at his expressionless cold eyes.

Although Wei Yun had decided to present his little finger with his left hand to Chu Feng, he was still afraid when he was about to cut it down. Although he had tried his best to calm down, his hand was still trembling violently.

He trembled his right hand and took the scalpel from Shui Lingyue's hand.

He stretched out his left hand, spread his palms in front of him, looked and looked, then slowly stretched out his left hand slightly, held the scalpel with his right hand, and made a gesture to chop.

However, he could not do it after all. As the son of Wei Yuanhou's family, he has been pampering since childhood. Now he has to cut off his little finger with his own hands, and he can't do it no matter what.

Chu Feng was very impatient and turned his head to look at Hong Qing.

Hong Qing understood and snatched the scalpel from Wei Yun's hand with one hand and grabbed Wei Yun's left hand with the other, and saw a snow-white knife light flashing.

Blood splattered out...

"Ah!" Wei Yun screamed, hugged his left wrist with his right hand, rolling on the ground with pain, and his screams were deafening.

Shui Lingyue looked at Wei Yun who was rolling and screaming on the ground. She had no sympathy at all, but felt only happy.

She could have given him anesthetics before, or now she immediately gave him painkillers and applied hemostatic medicine, so that Wei Yun's pain could be minimized.

However, she was unwilling to do this. This man could even brutally design and kill his fiancée. What is his suffering?

Wei Yun's scream made Chu Feng very impatient. He frowned slightly, looked at Hong Qing, and said, "Take him down to stop bleeding and heal the wound."

Hong Qing agreed and asked the two guards to carry Wei Yun down.

When Wei Yun left, his eyes were staring at Shui Lingyue, his eyes full of resentment and resentment.

Shui Lingyue, Chu Feng, I, Wei Yun, will definitely remember this hatred of breaking my finger today. One day, I will ask you to give it back twice as much...

With two bangs, the door opened and closed, and the room became quiet for a moment.

Hong Qing placed his broken finger in a clean handkerchief and handed it to Shui Lingyue.

Shui Lingyue nodded and reached out to take it.

Shui Lingyue walked to the table, opposite Chu Feng, opened the medicine box with a bang, and cleaned Wei Yun's fingers and disinfected some actions.

Xiao Yichen stood beside Shui Lingyue and finally saw her box that looked like a treasure chest.

The box was designed in a very exquisite way. After opening it, there was a small platform on it. There was a small beige-white round vessel on it. The thing was well-made and looked very smooth. It could even be photographed from it.
Chapter completed!