Chapter 14 Chapter 14 I beg you, Zhou Shiye, I beg you...

The lights were dim, and the room was scorching hot.

Wen Yu's lips went numb with pain from Zhou Yingchen's plundering kiss, while her back, pressed against the hard tabletop, also throbbed with dull pain.

But none of these could compare to the intense impact of the dangerous possessiveness in Zhou Yingchen's words.

Tell me, to whom do you belong?

The man repeated himself in a hoarse voice, his burning lips pressed against Wen Yu's earlobe.

Then, Zhou Yingchen propped himself up and looked down at Wen Yu.

Dim light streamed down from above, casting faint shadows on the man's angular face, highlighting a cold anger that Wen Yu had never seen before surging in his usually calm and composed eyes.

As he spoke, the man's gaze remained fixed on the dazzling blue diamond necklace between Wen Yu's collarbones.

Wen Yu trembled all over as she was stared at like that, and a stinging pain came from the wrists that the man held tightly above her head.

Her breathing was erratic, her mind was blank, and tears uncontrollably welled up in her eyes.

"I……"

Wen Yu's voice choked with sobs: "I...I don't know..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Yingchen's eyes grew even colder.

A moment later, he suddenly lowered his head and bit Wen Yu's lips again as punishment.

The man frantically invaded every inch of Wen Yu's mouth, his force so strong that she could hardly breathe, and her lips ached from the rubbing.

His large hand, which had been holding her wrist, loosened and instead gripped Wen Yu's chin tightly, forcing her to submit to his invasion more completely.

The man's other hand still grabbed the necklace between her collarbones without any pity and pressed it hard against Wen Yu's skin.

"have no idea?"

Zhou Yingchen growled between Wen Yu's lips and teeth: "Wearing someone else's things? Wen Yu, you're really something."

The sharp pain between her collarbones intensified, making it difficult for Wen Yu to breathe.

She tried to explain, but her broken voice was already incoherent: "No, I didn't, this necklace... I can't take it off..."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yingchen paused in his forceful act of biting Wen Yu's lips.

The man's dark and deep eyes scrutinized Wen Yu.

A moment later, his fingertips touched the back of Wen Yu's neck, and he carefully felt around for a few moments, his brows furrowing.

The latch is a specially designed mechanism that cannot be disassembled without skill.

This realization intensified Zhou Yingshen's hostility.

The man closed his eyes tightly.

When he opened his eyes again, the turbulent emotions in his eyes were forcibly suppressed, replaced by a chilling coldness.

Then, Zhou Yingchen grabbed Wen Yu's wrist and easily pulled her up from the table.

Then, have Wen Yu turn her back and carefully examine the clasp.

Wen Yu had no idea what Zhou Yingchen was doing.

She sat stiffly, feeling the man's fingertips pressing on the clasp. The spot where the clasp touched the back of Wen Yu's neck stung slightly as Zhou Yingchen unlocked it, and his warm breath continued to spray on the stinging area, making it feel burning.

Wen Yu felt flustered, her hands clenched tightly, unsure of what to do with them.

The only thought in her mind was, just wait a little longer, just a little longer and she could leave this place, go...

Before any further thoughts could form, a sharp pain struck, and the lock was released.

Zhou Yingchen took the blue diamond necklace off Wen Yu's neck and casually threw it out the window.

Then he took out a new pink diamond necklace from the study drawer and personally put it back on Wen Yu.

The man's fingertips lingered on the back of her neck, the cool diamonds touching her skin, making Wen Yu even more flustered.

Zhou Yingchen picked her up and strode to the bedside, then threw Wen Yu onto the bed.

He leaned down again, gazing down at Wen Yu.

"Starting tonight, I'm moving in here."

Zhou Yingchen's voice betrayed no sign of anger or calm.

But his eyes were cold, filled with a dangerous possessiveness.

It seems that if Wen Yu says "no," she will be devoured immediately.

So Wen Yu could only obediently nod.

Zhou Yingchen seemed fairly satisfied with Wen Yu's reaction.

He got off her, walked to the liquor cabinet, and poured himself a glass of whiskey.

The amber liquid swirled in the glass. Zhou Yingchen stood before the French windows, his back to Wen Yu, and slowly gave his orders.

"From now on, the driver will pick you up and drop you off at school on time. You are not allowed to go anywhere except the school without my permission."

Wen Yu was taken aback.

You're not allowed to go anywhere?

Does this mean she can't even go to tutoring anymore?

Not to mention the art studio in Gu Muqing's home, which meant hope to her.

Wen Yu's heart sank to the bottom.

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In the following days, Chen Xu indeed waited for Wen Yu not far from where she finished class.

So much so that Wen Yu could see him the moment she stepped out of the teaching building.

Zhou Shiye has probably been busy, as he hasn't contacted her in the last few days.

This gave Wen Yu a brief moment of relief.

Wen Yu spent several days living a life of going to and from school in this way.

During this period, the only thing that stirred her emotions was probably a potted green ivy she bought at the flower shop near the school gate.

The pothos is thriving, but what about her?

Where does her future lie?

That evening, Wen Yu nestled in the cold sofa of her apartment, looking at the green ivy on the windowsill, and the hope that had just been rekindled in her heart was once again extinguished.

The apartment door was opened from the outside at that moment.

Wen Yu knew that Zhou Yingchen had returned.

She closed her eyes and curled up.

When Zhou Yingchen entered the bedroom, he saw Wen Yu's slender and frail figure.

The tiny creature was curled up on the sofa, its eyes closed, as if it were asleep.

The man tiptoed to the sofa, picked Wen Yu up from it, and carried her into the bedroom.

The next morning, Wen Yu was awakened by the vibration of her phone.

She picked up her phone and saw a message from Zhou Shiye: "I'll pick you up tonight and take you somewhere."

Seeing this, Wen Yu gripped her phone, her fingers icy cold.

She was currently being held in Zhou Yingchen's arms, and would be confined to Zhou Yingchen's apartment that night, making it impossible for her to wait for Zhou Shiye to pick her up.

"Tell him that you need to prepare for your final exams."

His warm breath brushed against Wen Yu's ear, and the man's deep voice was full of warning: "I haven't had any free time lately."

Hearing this reason, Wen Yu's eyes welled up with tears, and she bit her lip tightly: "He won't believe me..."

After all, there are still more than two months until the final exams, so even if people are preparing for the exams, they wouldn't start this early.

Moreover, the excuse of preparing for an exam is something that Zhou Shiye can easily see through.

"Then think of a reason to make him believe it."

Zhou Yingchen's large, calloused hand gripped Wen Yu's chin, forcing her to look at him: "Or... would you rather he know where you are right now?"

Wen Yu shook her head, trembling, and rejected Zhou Shiye under Zhou Yingchen's gaze.

Less than a second later, Zhou Shiye called.

Wen Yu looked at Zhou Yingchen and saw that he didn't speak, only staring coldly at her. Wen Yu closed her eyes and big tears slid down her cheeks.

When she opened her eyes again, she answered the phone in a panic.

"What happened?"

Zhou Shiye on the other end of the phone sounded clearly displeased: "What kind of special training is so important?"

"Yes, it was Teacher Qin who said..."

Wen Yu's voice trembled as she fabricated an excuse: "I said my work is not mature enough and needs to be polished. It would be best if I didn't have too much contact with the outside world, as it would affect my inspiration."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

As the silence dragged on, Wen Yu grew increasingly anxious.

She gripped the phone tighter and tighter, until the edge of the phone hurt her palm.

At this time,

"The background noise is wrong."

Suddenly, Zhou Shiye on the other end of the phone asked, "Xiaoyu, where are you?"

For a split second, Wen Yu's heart stopped beating.

Even though Zhou Yingchen behind him didn't make a sound, Zhou Shiye was able to tell that the background noise was wrong.

"Yes, I'm in the dorm."

Wen Yu hurriedly lied: "I went back to the dormitory to get the last of my things."

There was silence again on the other end of the phone.

However, this silence was very short.

After a moment, Zhou Shiye sneered, "That had to be the case. I'll call you again tonight."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yu broke out in a cold sweat.

Zhou Yingchen continued to stare intently at her, increasing the pressure on Wen Yu's chin.

“Wen Yu, I don’t have that much patience. If I find any more of Shi Ye’s gifts on you, you know what the consequences will be.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yingshen released Wen Yu's chin, turned around, got out of bed, and went into the bathroom.

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom. Wen Yu's tears kept falling, and her heart ached with each beat.

Did Zhou Yingchen find out?

Did he find out about her relationship with Zhou Shiye?

Therefore, instead of pointing out the truth or making accusations, we simply issue a warning.

She was warned to stay away from Zhou Shiye and not to overstep her bounds and appear in Zhou Shiye's world.

Because of Zhou Shiye's phone call, Wen Yu lived in agony for the rest of the day.

During class, Gu Muqing leaned closer to Wen Yu and asked her with concern, "Why have you been so restless lately?"

"Also, you haven't come to the studio for several days. What's wrong?"

Wen Yu's hand holding the paintbrush trembled.

"No, it's nothing."

Wen Yu lowered her eyelashes to conceal the emotions in her eyes and said in a low voice, "I'm probably not sleeping well lately and I'm quite tired."

Hearing this, Gu Muqing said with concern, "I know a tea that helps you sleep. My older brother has everything. I'll bring it to you tomorrow. I guarantee you'll get a good night's sleep."

Wen Yu was deeply moved, but on the surface, she could only clench her teeth tightly to keep her tears from falling.

After a while, she sniffed, her eyelashes drooping even lower, and replied, "Thank you."

Gu Muqing looked at Wen Yu but didn't say anything more.

He simply took out his phone, typed a line of text, and sent it.

After class, Wen Yu refused to go to the school gate with Gu Muqing. Instead, she made an excuse to go to the library.

After Gu Muqing left, Wen Yu watched her retreating figure, her empty eyes glistening with tears.

She knew that Gu Muqing was a classmate who genuinely cared for her.

But she also knew that Gu Muqing couldn't help her.

She had to find a way to help herself.

Wen Yu spent a long time reading in the library until her stomach started to ache. Only then did she put down her books, pick up her textbooks, and leave the library.

It was nearing dusk, and the magnificent sunset was reflected on the horizon. Wen Yu thought about the night that was about to begin and clutched the book in her arms tightly.

She arrived at the school gate, where Chen Xu was already waiting.

Wen Yu walked over and was about to get into the car when a sports car sped up from not far away and stopped abruptly at her feet.

Wen Yu was startled.

The car window rolled down, and Zhou Shiye, sitting in the driver's seat, glanced at Chen Xu next to her and gave a half-smile.

"What a coincidence?"

Zhou Shiye got out of the car, glanced at Chen Xu again, and said in an icy tone, "My brother's driver is here to pick you up?"

In an instant, Wen Yu's heart began to pound wildly, so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.

Zhou Shiye leaned closer and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Xiaoyu, tell me, what are you hiding from?"

"I'm your brother, why are you avoiding me?"

"I……"

Wen Yu didn't know what to say.

Then, she saw Zhou Shiye's eyes darken when he noticed the marks between her collarbones on her turtleneck sweater.

The next moment,

Without saying a word, Zhou Shiye ripped open Wen Yu's turtleneck sweater.

A pink diamond necklace came into view.

Zhou Shiye tapped his cheek with the tip of his tongue and sneered, "Wen Yu, you're disobedient."

Upon hearing this, Wen Yu felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

Before she could react, Zhou Shiye had already hoisted Wen Yu up, ignored Chen Xu's attempts to stop him, walked around the front of the car, and shoved her into the passenger seat.

The moment the car door closed, Wen Yu looked through the side mirror and was horrified to see Zhou Yingshen coldly watching everything from the back seat of the black Bentley that had picked her up, his eyes as deep and cold as a pool.

But Zhou Shiye had already started the sports car.

The sports car engine let out a low roar and shot away from the school gate like an arrow. Just as it reached the first fork in the road, the steering wheel was turned sharply, and the car sped towards the racetrack in the suburbs.

Soon, the sports car arrived at the racetrack amidst Wen Yu's terror.

Zhou Shiye grabbed Wen Yu's wrist and, ignoring her struggles, forcefully pulled her into a separate garage.

Inside, there was a modified race car with an extremely cool appearance.

"Zhou Shiye, I... I can't..."

Wen Yu looked at the cool racing car, her heart filled with fear.

Zhou Shiye loves racing, and he especially loves having Wen Yu sit in the passenger seat of his race car.

Wen Yu was frightened and cried once, her body trembling. Zhou Shiye scoffed at her and didn't force her anymore.

But now...

"What are you afraid of?"

Zhou Shiye shoved Wen Yu into the passenger seat of the race car, fastened her seatbelt, and sneered, "I'm here."

Next, Zhou Shiye sat in the driver's seat and skillfully started the engine.

The deafening roar sounded like the howl of a wild beast, making Wen Yu's eardrums tingle and her heart tighten.

The car sped onto the track, and the strong push-back feeling pressed Wen Yu tightly into the seat.

The scenery outside the window rushed past, and Wen Yu gripped the handrail tightly, her face pale.

Just then, Zhou Shiye, who was in the driver's seat, suddenly put his arm around the back of Wen Yu's head.

Amidst the deafening roar of the engine, Zhou Shiye turned his head and forcefully took Wen Yu's sensitive and fragile ear into his mouth, kissing and biting it.

Wen Yu tensed up, a strong, electric-like tingling sensation coursing through her body.

"good,"

Zhou Shiye's voice, mixed with the roar of the engine, carried a deadly danger and seduction: "Beg me, beg me and I'll drive slower."

In an instant, the fear brought by the extreme speed and the man's ambiguous coercion intertwined, and Wen Yu's tears welled up uncontrollably, swirling wildly in her eyes.

She bit her lower lip tightly, her voice trembling as she pleaded, "Please, please, Zhou Shiye, please..."

Zhou Shiye's lips curled into a wicked smile.

But before his smile could fully open, Zhou Shiye's expression suddenly changed.

He lowered his eyes and pressed down hard on the brake, only to find that the pedal under his foot was weak and powerless, and the speed of the car did not decrease at all.

"Damn it."

Zhou Shiye cursed under his breath, his eyes sharpening.

He then tried other methods to slow down, but the car sped wildly across the track like a runaway horse.

Was the brake tampered with?

This realization made Zhou Shiye's heart sink.

Was it an accident? Or... was it aimed at him?

Zhou Shiye glanced at Wen Yu, who was trembling with tears in her eyes, her eyes tightly shut in fear, in the passenger seat, and his brows furrowed.

An unprecedented surge of rage and unease welled up within me.

In the blink of an eye,

"Wen Yu, listen."

Zhou Shiye stared straight ahead at the road, into the air: "Curl yourself up, hug yourself tightly, lower your head, lean towards me, and trust me."

At this moment, Wen Yu was overwhelmed by the fear brought by the high-speed racing. Hearing the calm voice next to her, she felt as if she had grasped the only straw to save her.

Wen Yu did as she was told, trying to curl up her trembling body, holding her head in her hands, and subconsciously leaning her body towards the driver's seat.

Zhou Shiye, meanwhile, was fully controlling the steering wheel, using the wide curves of the track to make the car repeatedly brush against the tire wall at a very small angle, and then using friction to slowly reduce the speed.

The ear-piercing scraping sound was incessant, and sparks flew everywhere.

Each collision resulted in a violent tremor.

Zhou Shiye used his arms and body to block the direction of the impact as much as possible, protecting the trembling woman in a relatively safe corner.

The man's eyes were focused and calm, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, but his hands gripping the steering wheel were very steady.

Zhou Shiye knew that the last buffer zone, the sandy and gravelly area, was the key to life and death.

He stared intently ahead, waiting for the right moment.

Just before reaching the finish line, Zhou Shiye swerved the steering wheel sharply to the left, sending the race car off the track and plunging into the gravel buffer zone at the end.

The soft sand and gravel created enormous resistance, and the vehicle's speed began to decrease significantly, but the immense inertia continued to push the vehicle forward.

Just before they were about to come to a complete stop, Zhou Shiye lunged to the right without hesitation, using all his strength to completely shield the curled-up Wen Yu in his arms.

The car, kicking up a cloud of dust, crashed violently into the tire barrier at the end of the track.

With a loud bang, the car body shook violently, and debris flew everywhere.

Zhou Shiye's body was also violently thrown forward while restrained by the seat belt, and his head was hit by the side window.

He groaned, his pupils contracting sharply in the excruciating pain, and the edges of his vision began to blur and darken rapidly.

Suppressing the tearing dizziness, Zhou Shiye turned his head with difficulty and looked at the passenger seat.

The girl, who was standing close to him, had a pale face that was now lifeless. Her long eyelashes were tightly closed, and bright red blood trickled down from her hairline, across her fair skin, and dripped onto her pure white sweater.

Inside the dimly lit carriage, the scene was breathtaking and exceptionally jarring.

Zhou Shiye struggled to raise his hand, his fingertips trembling from the effort.

He tried to reach out to Wen Yu's face.

Before they could even touch, the man's hand lost all support and fell limply to the ground.

A note from the author:

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Next book: "Goodbye, the Next One Will Be Better"

Wen Luoqing, the most beloved little princess of the wealthy Wen family in Haicheng.

She was extremely beautiful, with fair skin and delicate features. A light-colored beauty mark appeared at the corner of her eye, and her smile was both innocent and charming. She was the universally acknowledged "white moonlight" of A University, pure and harmless, with a smile that could topple cities.

Only the men she dumped knew what a heartless vixen lived beneath that angelic face.

On the night of their breakup, Gu Jinyan, the darling of the law department, grabbed her slender wrist backstage at the celebration banquet, his voice hoarse: "What is it about me that I'm not good enough?"

Three days later, someone photographed her sitting on the back of a motorcycle with Fu Qianyu, Gu Jinyan's arch-rival and the cynical bar owner.

The girl's slender arms were wrapped around the man's waist, while Fu Qianyu smiled languidly.

This time, everyone thought that Fu Qianyu had finally won over this unattainable beauty.

She turned around and accepted the red wine offered by Qin Xuanhuai, the genius painter who had sold a painting for seven figures at an art exhibition.

In the VIP room of the art exhibition, the genius painter Qin Xuanhuai made an exception for her by exhibiting his private collection of paintings. His gaze towards her was tender and affectionate, yet also contained a cautious attempt to please her.

Next was the gentle and refined genius senior from the medical school, who impressed even his professors. He softened all his sharpness in front of her, looking up at her with tender affection.

A financial upstart shorted the stock price of a rival company for her and published a declaration of love on a financial headline.

Everyone was speculating about who Wen Luoqing had truly loved. She casually raised her eyes, her gaze shifting: "Is it not enough to just desire her body?"

Until that night, Wen Luoqing mistakenly got into the car of Huo Yanci, the "King of Business."

The entire high society was watching with bated breath, betting that she would run into a brick wall this time and have no chance of escaping unscathed.

Huo Yanci thought so too.

Just as Wen Luoqing was about to head to her next date, she opened the door and saw Huo Yanci, the most feared figure in Beijing's elite circles, leaning lazily against the door of a Rolls-Royce, his fingertips glowing with a scarlet light.

Everyone was waiting to see how Wen Luoqing would handle the situation.

But the woman lightly lifted her jade-like foot, crushing the roses on the ground. A shimmering smile appeared in the corner of her eyes, yet her words were as cold as ice: "Mr. Huo, you have crossed the line."

I don't like men who don't know the rules.

The female lead only dates one person at a time; she's a jerk, an absolute jerk.