Xin Yu felt a chill run down her spine, and the hairs on her body stood on end.
She quickened her pace, but couldn't shake off Mu Yichuan.
"I said I'd talk to you when I remembered—mmm…"
Two icy lips sealed Xin Yu's warmth, a taut current connecting them.
"You don't have the right to stop." He gripped Xin Yu's slender waist tightly, his eyes, darker than the night, unfathomable yet incredibly dangerous.
"So you don't deserve to call me wife!" Xin Yu was defiant, she had nothing to lose.
"There's no question of 'suitable' in love, didn't you say that?"
"Then what are we? Mr. Jiu!" Xin Yu stared back fearlessly, "A business deal? Let me tell you, I'm not selling!"
"So you don't believe we're true love?"
No way! "You wanted tolerance and respect, didn't you? I'll give you that now!"
Mu Yichuan swept Xin Yu into his Hummer and drove straight to the Nanlong Villa.
Xin Yu cowered in the corner. She didn't need his tolerance and respect at all…
She had always been an optimistic and fearless person, extremely sensitive to danger. Now, she was truly afraid that Mu Yichuan would kill her with a single blow.
"You know kung fu, right?" Xin Yu somehow remembered what happened that evening and spoke instinctively.
After speaking, she wondered if she had experienced a sudden burst of lucidity, actually chatting with him…
Mu Yichuan glared at Xin Yu, immediately making her sheepishly shrink back into her shell, only her furry head peeking out.
A wicked smile appeared on his face. This little woman was really fun; she had added a lot of amusement to his boring life these past few days.
"Afraid I'll kill you?"
Xin Yu blinked, glancing at his wicked yet perfect profile, and shook her head. "I told my advisor about my situation. If I don't go to school tomorrow, he'll contact you."
If he can't reach you, he'll contact the police…
Ha, Mu Yichuan's large hand covered Xin Yu's head. "Woman, not bad."
Xin Yu froze. Although she knew his power was immense, Qing Dynasty was still a country that valued the rule of law. Did they think that if someone disappeared into thin air, no one would care?!
"I like your intelligence."
She didn't need his affection!
"Don't worry, I'll take care of you!"
"Perhaps we should exchange our understanding of 'taking care of you,'" Xin Yu said, mustering her courage.
"Okay!"
Mu Yichuan said only one word and nothing more. Xin Yu, feeling the chill emanating from the large hand above her head and the unsettling atmosphere in the car, hesitated over what to say next. Back at the villa, Xin Yu keenly sensed the impending danger. "The pain I need is respect, freedom—"
Mu Yichuan's hawk-like eyes swept over Xin Yu. Even a simple gesture sent a chill down her spine. This man was so cold, utterly heartless!
"What are you doing? Even in an ordinary marriage, if one party doesn't consent, it's considered rape!"
"We're not an ordinary couple!"
She knew it; he was toying with her…
Xin Yu had nowhere to retreat, her body pressed against the cold wall, like Mu Yichuan's embrace.
He pressed down on her, their bodies pressed tightly together, his wicked hands roaming freely over her body.
Xin Yu trembled, struggling desperately, but gradually couldn't bear it…
"Want it?" His voice was as alluring as the night.
"You bastard!"
"When my wife needs me to be a bastard, I'll show you what a bastard is. That's my definition of 'pain'." "
Soaking in the bathtub, Xin Yu thought sadly, 'You can't reason with a pervert!'
She had to resist, she had to outsmart him!
'Madam, the master says you should get out. Soaking for too long isn't good for your brain. He wants you to come out of the study and have something to eat with him.'
'If your husband ever talks to you like this, he's definitely a liar.'
The housekeeper, Qin Shu, was exasperated but had no choice but to agree, 'Madam, the master wants you to go to the study.'"