Just as she was about to reach the road at the edge of the forest, several men dressed in black suddenly rushed out of the bushes and blocked her way. When she turned around, she found that she was surrounded by Ye Sijue's men.

A cold glint flashed in Fu Ying's eyes: "Heh, so you were all waiting for me here all along?"

She had to admit that Ye Sijue's mind was terrifyingly meticulous; even though she had tried so hard, she was still no match for his casual scheme.

He had no intention of arresting me; he was just waiting for me to walk right into his trap.

As soon as she finished speaking, the crowd surrounding him gradually moved to the sides, revealing a narrow path that the two of them could pass through.

Ye Sijue, dressed in a black suit, looked at her with a handsome but cold expression and a gloomy gaze.

At this moment, Fu Ying knew she couldn't escape. Not only could she not escape now, but Ye Sijue might also intensify his imprisonment in the future, giving her no more chances.

Fuying was brought back to the manor. In the hall, her maids saw her return and immediately came to greet her.

With Ye Sijue present, they dared not say anything and could only squat down to treat Fuying's wounds.

She was barefoot when she ran away. There were many thorny plants in the forest and small pebbles on the ground. She had abrasions of varying degrees on the soles and insteps of her feet.

"Come with me." Ye Sijue grabbed her wrist, ignoring her injuries, and pulled her towards the backyard.

"Ye Sijue, you're hurting me! Let go!" Her wrist was gripped painfully, and she struggled desperately all the way, but the moment she reached the backyard, she was completely stunned.

The sea of ​​roses before my eyes rippled in the wind, and the exquisite goblets and tableware gleamed silvery in the sunlight.

Ye Sijue's eyes were filled with rage. He pushed Fuying down the steps and pointed at everything he had meticulously arranged. "While I was preparing all this for you, all you were thinking about was how to escape from me?"

Fu Ying was surprised that Ye Sijue, who was usually not good with words, would prepare these things for her. However, while she was pleasantly surprised, she also found it quite ridiculous.

What's the difference between Ye Sijue's current actions and slapping her and then giving her a piece of candy?

“I never asked you to do any of these things, and I don’t care about anything you’ve done.” Fu Ying turned to leave, her resistance and indifference once again arousing Ye Sijue’s strong possessiveness.

He grabbed her shoulders and pressed her down onto the dining table.

The tableware on the table clattered as Ye Sijue ripped off the tablecloth, and the glassware fell to the ground with a crash, shattering into pieces.

"Ye Sijue, what do you want to do?" Fu Ying looked terrified as she backed away, about to step barefoot on the broken pieces on the ground.

Ye Sijue supported her waist and placed her on the dining table.

"Fuying, didn't you say you liked me? You can't even hold out for this long, what kind of liking is that? Hmm?"

The man pressed down on her, but Fu Ying didn't care that she might be forced into a position by Ye Sijue again. "Ye Sijue, what have you done? What have you done?"

Fu Ying was able to escape successfully not only because of her own keen observation, but also because of the help of a teenage boy in the manor. It was this boy who helped turn off the camera that Ye Sijue had installed in the room; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to evade Ye Sijue's surveillance and leave the room so easily.

This time, Ye Sijue was like a wild beast that had completely lost control, almost tearing her to pieces.

The blazing sun overhead shone on Fuying's face, making even the tears that slid down her cheeks feel scalding hot.

In this open and unprotected place, where the wind and sunlight could freely penetrate her body, Ye Sijue took her once again.

When Fuying woke up, it was already late. There was only a bedside lamp in the bedroom, and the quilt cover was newly changed, with a faint jasmine scent.

She felt as if her whole body had been run over by a car, the pain reaching her very bones. The combination of new and old injuries made it extremely difficult for her to even get up.

She looked at the mirror beside her. Her reflection was disheveled, covered in bruises and bite marks of all sizes. Even the corner of her mouth was bitten, and the scabs looked like a mole on her red lips.

Humiliation and resentment surged into her heart in that instant. She curled up and hugged herself tightly, and despair gradually took over her entire body.

She didn't know what else she could do, nor did she know what had happened to the wealthy businessman Ala during the time she had disappeared.

But now, escaping from here is even more difficult.

Just as she was thinking, the door was pushed open, and Ye Sijue walked in carrying a tray.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, put down the tray in his hand, and saw the fruit salad, millet porridge and a bowl of steaming chicken soup on the tray. Only then did Fu Ying realize that since Ye Sijue brought her back to his manor, she had hardly eaten a proper meal.

She suddenly realized that she couldn't continue to be so depressed. Since a hard approach wasn't working, she would try a softer one.

All of this was simply the price she paid for loving Ye Sijue.

She couldn't change him, nor could she resist him, so she might as well go along with his wishes, let him lower his guard, and then find another opportunity to leave.

"Eat something. This is the third time you've fainted yesterday." Ye Sijue's tone was no longer as cold as it had been yesterday.

"Mmm." For the first time ever, Fuying obediently responded, selected the millet porridge on the plate, and began to drink it mouthful after mouthful.

Ye Sijue frowned, a moment of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Before he arrived, he had prepared himself for Fuying to smash the dishes a few more times, and had even had Uncle Mou wait outside the room. But this time, she not only didn't throw away the things he brought, but was also very well-behaved, which left him somewhat puzzled.

"Ah~ that feels so good, my stomach feels warm after drinking it."

While Ye Sijue was lost in thought, Fu Ying had already finished the last mouthful of porridge. She rubbed her bloated stomach and then picked up the chicken soup next to her to continue drinking.

"This is hot." Ye Sijue snatched the soup bowl from her hand, gently blew on it with a spoon to cool it down, and then handed it back to Fuying.

She held the soup bowl, tilted her head back, and finished it in a few gulps.

"Is there anything else?" Fu Ying licked her lips, looking like she wanted more.

Ye Sijue's eyes lit up slightly, and he called out towards the door, "Come in."

The next second, Uncle Mou walked in with another meal. When he saw that Fuying had already emptied two bowls, he couldn't hide his smile.

"Miss Fuying, please eat more. If you're still hungry, I'll have someone bring you some more."

"Thank you, Uncle Mou." Fu Ying picked up the millet porridge and continued drinking.

"Slow down, no one's going to take it from you." Ye Sijue gently brushed the stray hairs from her forehead, his voice soft.

Fu Ying gave a soft "hmm," but her face, hidden in the bowl, remained expressionless.

As long as she can appease Ye Sijue, she still has a chance.

...

At dawn, Ye Zhancheng dressed and prepared to begin their operation with Gu Wanrou and Ye Lingxiao.

As he passed by Gu Momo's room, he caught a glimpse of the light coming from inside through the doorway, and his brow furrowed slightly.

Did Momo not sleep at all last night?

Just as he was about to knock on the door, Gu Momo suddenly stood up from her seat:

"I understand! I know about the Shao family's affairs!"