Chapter 81 Jealousy

If he's not good enough for me, then you're even less good enough for me.

Jealous

I looked at the terrifying monster in front of me, then looked up at Jiang Zhao.

He was an exceptionally cruel man.

Normally, he is very calm and doesn't show his emotions.

When they get angry, they don't suddenly become furious and contort their faces into an ugly, distorted expression.

He would always let out a cold laugh, a rare sight on his handsome face, which, for those he punished, was another form of tyranny and cruelty.

He's probably going to die.

He would use that terrifying monster to penetrate her body and torture her to death.

I didn't beg for mercy, but stared blankly at him. Although I wanted to preserve some dignity and self-respect, tears were completely out of my control and slowly fell from my eyes.

Jiang Zhao walked towards the bedside, and I retreated in a flustered manner. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand.

"No... If this is how you want me to marry you, you might as well kill me." I finally blurted it out to him.

I like and enjoy star love, but only if I'm willing.

If Jiang Zhao were to forcefully break me, whether through power or sheer male strength, I would be powerless to resist.

However, I still feel a little unwilling.

My sudden crying seemed to startle Jiang Zhao, and he reached out his hand.

I was so scared that I didn't dare to say a word, afraid that he would grab my neck and then run around recklessly.

However, he simply pulled me into his arms.

He held me in his arms, my breath coming in short gasps, and I could hardly believe it.

I didn't expect Jiang Zhao to react so strongly.

One second ago, he clearly wanted a doll who couldn't think, who would completely obey him and listen to him, instead of a woman who always rebelled against him and made him unhappy.

Now he's holding me so tightly again, and I realize he's looking down at me.

"I won't let you die," Jiang Zhao assured me in a cold yet extremely authoritative tone.

I was in his arms, but I didn't dare to speak. Suddenly, his handsome features came closer. Before I could open my mouth, he adjusted my position and pinched my chin with his slightly rough fingertips. I had no choice but to stay in his arms and force myself to look at him.

Our breaths intertwined without my noticing, and I could even smell a faint tobacco scent.

It has a very unique and cool mint flavor, which immediately reminded me of the silver e-cigarette he almost always had with him.

Jiang Zhao's hand stroked my cheek, sending a faint tingling sensation through me. I lowered my eyes, and the man's seemingly comforting gesture did not relax me; instead, it made me even more nervous. I silently shed tears, which slid down my cheeks and landed on the back of his hand.

His gaze slowly fell on my face. He clearly had no experience in comforting girls, and his tone was as domineering and indifferent as ever. "Don't cry. I've told you, I'm not interested in sleeping with you right now. Do you think I'm some kind of animal that might turn green at any moment?"

“You were always like this…” I looked at him, “Ah!”

Before I could finish speaking, Jiang Zhao's emotions, which had just calmed down a bit, seemed to be affected by my words again. His eyes unconsciously turned dark, and he suddenly pressed me down on the bed. My hands were raised above my head, and I couldn't struggle. I could only look at him.

"If I'm a beast, then what about Jiang Mingzhuo?" The shadows in his eyes concealed the scattered desires, revealing a dark light.

Jiang Zhao looked calm, but it seemed like he was deliberately going against me. He pressed down on my waist, his hips thrusting towards Shang Ding as a warning, "You and Jiang Mingzhuo only held hands, but didn't go to bed?"

I refused to speak. Jiang Zhao glanced at me indifferently, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Hasn't Jiang Mingzhuo forced himself on you?"

"..." Although Jiang Mingzhuo was a madman with an extremely strong desire for control, whose level of terror was on par with Jiang Zhao, his car accident was ultimately related to me, so I just bit my lip and said, "No."

Jiang Zhao's upturned lips froze. He sneered, "Are you trying to tell me that you and Xie Yong never had anything going on, that you were just good friends?"

I don't understand why he cares so much about Xie Yong, but I feel good to hear him speak in such a sarcastic tone.

"No, but he does make me really want to go with him, because he seems to arouse me more than you do."

His breathing gradually quickened, and his bound hands seemed to be slightly numb.

"He's not good enough for you," Jiang Zhao concluded succinctly.

"If he's not good enough for me, then you're even less good enough for me. You know, Xie Yong looks..."

This subtle pause was tantamount to challenging Jiang Zhao's bottom line.

“He seems to make me feel better than you do.” I didn’t hesitate to provoke him.

I thought I was about to face another storm, but to my surprise, Jiang Zhao just kept looking down at me.

Being so directly compared to another man, and even having his star abilities completely denied, Jiang Zhao just coldly curled his lips. In an instant, I understood that my hands were now controlled by him, and my back was also pressed down by him. I had no way to resist at all, and I was just a fish on the chopping block.

He can strip me naked and bully me at will, whenever he wants.

"You'd better think carefully before you speak." Jiang Zhao raised his sharp, cold eyebrows, his anger turning into a mocking laugh. "Jiang Fu, don't make me angry."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Zhao leaned down, his nose touching my neck, his breath irritating my skin. I desperately tried to dodge, trembling. The scent of cold mint and the crisp cedar mingled on his body and assaulted me, a chilling sensation washing over me.

"Why do you like Xie Yong?" The man's deep voice lingered in my ear.

I didn't answer him, but Jiang Zhao persisted, "Speak."

Seeing that I wouldn't move, Jiang Zhao narrowed his dark eyes; he knew how to scare me.

The man's eyelashes drooped slightly. He decisively pressed down on my lower leg, opened it, and gently pulled open my panties, just like his younger brother. Then I felt the pearl being gently but firmly extracted from the oyster shell by him.

My neck arched high as if I were dying. It didn't hurt, but my brain felt like it was being stimulated by countless electric currents. My fingers went limp and powerless. Tears welled up uncontrollably, purely out of physiological instinct, wetting my eyelashes. It felt as if my nerves had been ripped out.

“Because he’s gentler than you all…” I grabbed his shirt, and after what seemed like an eternity of excitement and pleasure, the initial surge of feeling slowly subsided. I looked at him, my voice trembling and weak, “You…”

When I saw the monster on his trousers as if it had woken up from a deep sleep, I was even more terrified.

"I won't touch you, I'll just make you feel good."

Then, a hand covered my eyes, and the scene became completely dark.

Jiang Zhao did everything he could to please me.

It was at this moment that I noticed he had been wearing a ring on his right hand, a symbol of the continuation of their marital relationship.

I could never believe that such an arrogant man could resist his desires. Until I drifted off to sleep, it seemed that Jiang Zhao was carrying me away from the hospital.

In the middle of the night, I felt a burning sensation all over my body, emanating from within. My eyelids were so heavy I could barely open them, and my bones felt like they were on fire. I was in pain and weak. I tried to get some water, but my body was too heavy to get up.

It felt as if there was a block of ice beside me.

I was disoriented, and instinctively moved closer to it, then hugged it tightly. The burning and scalding sensation seemed to subside a little. I even rubbed against it, saying, "I'm so hot..."

"Xiao Fu, you have a fever," the man said, his tone cold and arrogant.

"No, I'm so hot...hug me." I moved closer again, my fingers sliding down his firm chest to his lean, sexy abs, where the temperature was cooler. I pressed my face against his.

"It's me. She's burning up. Get a doctor here as soon as possible." The man's hand was still on my waist. Seeing me clinging to him so readily, he seemed to smile, allowing me to get closer to his cool skin. His muscular arms held me tightly. However, his hands immediately became restless, pinching my nipples or kneading my pearls. He held me so tightly that I even had trouble breathing. I tried to open my eyes.

"Yu Xu, be gentle, I feel so bad..."

I mumbled something incoherently, then completely lost consciousness and fainted.

[Author's Note]

Jiang Zhao truly loves Xiao Fu, but he's a bit lacking in expressing it. It will be quite interesting to see him break down.

The only ones who could break his defenses were Yu Xu and Xie Yong. He didn't care about anyone else because he looked down on them, and he didn't even care about his younger brother.