Hearing his threats, I felt no emotion whatsoever.

I glanced indifferently at his gloomy, handsome face, unafraid of his sinister and terrifying dark eyes, and turned my head to close my eyes.

Let him do as he pleases.

The man let out a cold snort, felt the heavy weight on his body disappear, and stood up.

They probably found it boring and let me go.

"ah--"

Suddenly, a force gripped my waist, lifting my body up. I flipped over and fell face down onto the bed, my nose pressed against the cotton duvet cover, making it difficult to breathe.

My waist felt like it was being pinched off as he forced me into a kneeling position.

I turned my head to the side, half of my cheek pressed against the bed, my mind filled with thoughts of my cousin's death. I forced myself to immerse myself in it, hoping that this would make me indifferent to him.

Meanwhile, wait for him behind me to finish playing and venting.

"hiss……"

A slight pain made me gasp. I clenched my teeth, feeling a damp chill on my back. He was nibbling at my spine, his hands roaming freely over my chest, but apart from the pain, I felt nothing else.

But not long after, the man suddenly pulled his hand away, and the bed shook.

"Crash—smash!"

Something was broken. My heart skipped a beat. I opened my eyes and saw that the vintage lamp on the bedside table had been knocked over and was lying on the floor.

The colorful glass lampshade shattered on the ground.

The man in the dark blue bathrobe had arrived at the door. He opened the door and went out.

With another loud bang, the door was slammed shut.

He's been flirting with me for so long, kissing, touching, and coaxing me, but I've been like a salted fish, completely unresponsive. He must be feeling disappointed.

I was too lazy to figure out what he was thinking, so I turned over and went back to sleep.

Fu Yanshen didn't bother me again.

After a long sleep, my energy and stamina have been greatly restored.

I went to the master bedroom's walk-in closet to find some clothes to wear, and when I got there, I remembered that I had moved all my clothes away last time.

However, Fu Yanshen's clothes that I sold secondhand were actually hanging neatly in the closet.

Did he take it back?

I can't be bothered to think about why he did that.

I was wearing the clean and ironed black suit I had worn yesterday, and I was about to leave the villa when a burly bodyguard in black reached out to stop me.

"Madam, the master instructed that you are not allowed to go out without his permission."

"Get out of my way," I said coldly, giving them a sidelong glance.

"Madam, please don't put us in a difficult position."

I stopped arguing with them and picked up my phone to call the police.

"lady--"

"let her go!"

At that moment, a cold, deep voice rang out.

I turned my head and saw Fu Yanshen, dressed in a suit and tie, coming downstairs. He was expressionless and didn't even glance at me.

I noticed by chance that his right hand was wrapped in white gauze, and the gauze was stained with bright red blood.

I probably cut myself when I was acting crazy last night.

Serves them right.

After the bodyguards stepped aside, I strode out of the villa, got into the car the driver had brought, and headed straight to my cousin's house to be with my cousin's wife.

“We were each other’s first love, we got together in high school, and he always loved me, until he became addicted to gambling… He became like a different person, the more he gambled, the more he lost, and the more he lost, the more he gambled… When I tried to stop him, he hit me…”

“After hitting me, he regretted it, felt sorry for me, knelt down and begged for my forgiveness, wrote guarantee after guarantee, but it was no use… He said he would stop gambling after he broke even.”

"He used to be a high achiever, with everything going smoothly. He couldn't handle the blow of utter defeat, so he always resorted to borrowing from Peter to pay Paul to maintain a facade of success..."

"His domestic violence against me was filmed by someone hired by a rival company, who wanted to expose it to start a business war, but the public relations department suppressed it..."

"He still has some conscience. Two months ago, he got a divorce certificate with me. It was a fake divorce. He transferred this villa, our marital home, to my name. He was just afraid that one day the debt collectors would come knocking on our door and the three of us, mother and son, would have nowhere to stay."

Listening to my cousin's wife recounting my cousin's story, I couldn't quite describe how I felt.

I remained depressed until his funeral.

In the bar, Luo Luo tried her best to tell me corny jokes to make me happy.

I just smiled and agreed.

"Or, should I call the boss to come keep you company?"

She was about to make a call when I reached out and snatched her phone away. "Stop it. Sinan is in seclusion every day creating. Don't disturb him."

Besides, when I'm feeling down, I feel even more pressured in front of my crush.

Luo Luo just likes to ship weird couples, and she forced me to be paired with Song Si Nan.

"Hey, Qiaoqiao, isn't that your prince consort's childhood sweetheart?"

Luo Luo excitedly shook my arm, and I followed her gaze.

Under the dim lights of the bar, a girl with long, straight black hair wore an elegant, modified cheongsam with short sleeves and a stand-up collar, looking like a well-behaved and innocent student.

She sat in a corner booth, a bottle of whiskey on the table. She picked up her glass, tilted her head back, and drank the brown liquid.

I choked and coughed incessantly right after drinking it.

But in a fit of pique, she poured herself another glass and drank it down.

“It was summer.” I replied.

She was drowning her sorrows in alcohol.

Isn't it said that someone with a heart condition can drink 40° strong liquor?

If Fu Yanshen saw this, he would be heartbroken.

I forced a smile.

At that moment, a sleazy-looking man walked up to Shi Xia's table, seemingly trying to harass her.

Shi Xia crossed her arms, tilted her head back, and looked terrified, like a frightened little rabbit, muttering something under her breath.

The thug went even further, sitting down in her chair and trying to put his arm around her.

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