Zhou felt a tremor in her heart; she hadn't expected that what was bound to happen would finally come.

"Jiaojiao, get up quickly, the ground is cold."

Zhou choked up. She didn't blame Su Yujiao for wanting a divorce at all; she just felt sorry for her unfortunate fate of not meeting a good man.

Su Yujiao shook her head and insisted on kneeling on the ground.

"Mother, please agree to let me divorce him."

"I don't want to endure this kind of life for even a day longer."

"It is my daughter-in-law who is unfilial. Please, Mother, grant my request." The woman said, burying her head in the snow and refusing to get up.

Zhou couldn't pull her away, so she could only squat down in the snow and remain there, trying to persuade her.

How could she easily agree? Her son didn't understand love, but how could she not?

This silly boy is in love with someone but doesn't even realize it. Otherwise, how could someone with such a proud personality be willing to kneel here and be laughed at?

In terms of martial arts, who here can compare to him?

Ultimately, he knew he was in the wrong and was willing to accept punishment.

If he doesn't want to be punished, he can just leave. Who would dare to stop him?

Just like now, Lu Ziqian stood up and carried the woman back to the room.

"Seventh Brother, you little rascal, you stop right there."

"Put him down!"

"Jiaojiao still has injuries."

Zhou couldn't stop them at all; she was locked out of the door, and no matter how much she pounded on it, it was useless.

Lu Ziqian placed her on the bed, and being mindful of her injuries, his movements were relatively gentle.

Su Yu's face flushed red with anger. He was a domineering and unreasonable bastard.

Seeing her struggle and her wound bleeding again, the man roared, "Don't move! Do you want to die?"

"Yes, I just don't want to live anymore. Go ahead and kill me if you dare!"

Su Yujiao's eyes were red and swollen, and she roared along with him, but her voice was not as deep as his, sharp and piercing, and trembling.

Zhou's anxious voice rang out from outside the door: "You brat, if you dare touch Jiaojiao, I'll break your legs!!"

Lu Ziqian tugged at his collar in frustration, his face turning ashen with anger. He pursed his lips and remained silent, but his hands were busy unbuckling his belt.

A flicker of panic crossed Su Yujiao's eyes, and she involuntarily backed away: "You... what do you want to do?"

"You want to hit me?"

The man looked at her terrified face and almost laughed in anger: "When have I ever hit you?"

"Besides the last time you put on a show for the clan, you hurt my own hand. Do you even have a heart?"

He seemed aggrieved, and waved his hand in front of her eyes, the scar on his palm still so obvious.

Su Yujiao stared at the scar in a daze.

Taking advantage of her distraction, Lu Ziqian used his belt to wrap her hands. By the time Su Yujiao realized what was happening and tried to resist, the belt had already wrapped around her twice, making it difficult for her to break free.

"Lu Ziqian, you bastard, let me go!"

What do you want to do?

He seemed to have a penchant for this kind of perverse pleasure; he enjoyed watching her being ravaged beneath him until she cried and begged for mercy.

In the past, she would always try her best to cooperate, and even thought it was part of the fun between husband and wife.

But now, she only feels humiliated!

The man chuckled, "You're really a lecher at heart. Even at a time like this, you're still thinking about that kind of thing?"

What do you think I want to do?

"I'll tie you up and fuck you hard?"

The woman's face flushed red; this scoundrel was making fun of her.

Lu Ziqian tied her hands and feet to the headboard, looked at her shy and angry face, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his rough fingertips.

Why have you been crying more and more lately?

As he undressed the woman, he hissed in a low voice, "You've had enough, so shut up for a bit."

"Don't touch me, what do you want to do?" Su Yujiao was almost driven crazy by him.

Lu Ziqian smiled helplessly, deliberately leaning down to slowly kiss her lips, asking, "What do you want me to do... hmm?"

His voice is very pleasant to listen to, with a naturally sensual husky and magnetic quality.

His face lost all its coldness and indifference, and his gaze towards her was incredibly tender.

Su Yujiao looked at the magnified handsome man before her. He had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and his sideburns were as sharp as if cut by a knife. His deep, smiling eyes were like an ink painting. He was aloof and handsome, making people blush and their hearts race.

He's usually a roguish charmer, but now that he's serious, his elegant, refined, and gentle demeanor is even more captivating.

The action was too suggestive, and Su Yujiao turned her face away, but she was ashamed to feel a flutter in her heart.

Lu Ziqian stared at her bright red ears and then lightly pecked her blushing cheeks a few times with satisfaction.

He wasn't called the head of the Four Young Masters of the Capital for nothing; he had absolute confidence in his appearance!

He knew how to win her heart and understood all the little details that women care about.

In the past, he simply didn't want to do it.

Since she enjoys being cared for and pampered, then so be it.

The man gently applied the medicine to her and then covered her with a blanket.

"How long do you plan to keep me tied up?"

He said, "Once you're healed, tie me up and let me do whatever I want with you, so you can vent all your anger and grievances."

Su Yujiao fell silent; she could sense the change in him.

Unfortunately, her inner resolve would not be easily shaken.

"I'm tired, you can leave now."

"Rest if you're tired. I'll leave after you fall asleep."

Su Yujiao ignored him until her breathing became even, then Lu Ziqian gently loosened her rope.

He didn't intend to keep her tied up indefinitely, especially since she was injured.

I tied her up just now because she struggled too much, which was not good for her recovery.

Lu Ziqian went out, and Zhou Shi was still standing at the door. When she saw him come out, she punched him hard a few times.

"Mom, I finally managed to get him to sleep, so please keep it down."

Zhou immediately fell silent, grabbed his ear, and pulled him away to scold him.

"Mom, go to sleep. I can handle this."

"I know, I'll just treat her better from now on."

Zhou remembered the wound on his back: "Your wound?"

"It's alright."

"Let Mo Shu apply the medicine for you."

"Um."

After applying the medicine, he didn't go to sleep. Instead, he had Mo Hua pull the cook out of bed.

The cook yawned and grumbled, "Keeping people up in the middle of the night, or you'll give birth to a son without an anus!"

The cook didn't give Lu Ziqian a friendly look either. She wasn't afraid of losing her job, since she was a good cook and plenty of people wanted to hire her.

Seeing the cook's sour face, Lu Ziqian threw a large gold ingot at her.

The cook pursed her lips, her expression softening considerably: "General, what are your orders?"

"Do you know how to make the nourishing porridge that the young mistress usually cooks?"

Upon hearing this, the cook suddenly found the silver ingot in her hand less appealing.

She really wanted to earn that money, but she'd rather not earn it than stay up all night in the dead of winter to cook such troublesome porridge by the stove.

"Yes, it is possible, but it takes too much time. General, please have the young mistress cook it for you."

"The young mistress is very willing to serve you, and... she won't accept any money." The cook said, placing the silver ingot on the stove.

"stop."

The cook turned around, and a gleaming gold ingot came flying at her. Luckily, she dodged in time, or she would have gotten a bump on her head.