Someone came over and led her to the bedroom.

Ling Ruoke was stunned for a while before following. Of course, she remembered that room; her memory had always been excellent.

The person opened the door and gestured for the other person to enter.

Ling Ruoke slowly walked in and was surprised to find that the room's layout hadn't changed at all. The little trinkets she had left behind were still in their original places. The room just lacked the warmth of human presence, but it was very clean, probably because it was regularly cleaned.

The bed was neatly made, and the mosquito net was the princess-style one she had chosen—purple. The four-piece bedding set was also the one she had picked out years ago, with a violet pattern. The two pillows were lined up side by side. Back then, Cang Wei always loved to stay and sleep with her, only to be kicked out by her every time. His ending was "tragic," but the process of being kicked out was always filled with laughter and joy.

When you're in love, everything you do together is joyful. When you're not in love, even a glance can be painful.

A pink laptop sat on the table; it was the latest model at the time. She rarely came here, thinking it unnecessary to waste money on a computer. Cang Wei was still holding her, laughing as he whispered in her ear, "Ruo Ke, don't you know your husband has so much money he doesn't know what to do with it?"

She immediately said, "Then why do you work so hard to make money? Are you just wasting your time?"

Cang Wei said, "I enjoy the process. Why don't I buy an official position and get involved in the officialdom?"

Every word is still clear in my ears, as if it were yesterday.

Ling Ruoke slowly unfolded the computer, the screen spotless. On the left side of the touchpad, the little animal stickers she had put there were still there, as new as if she had just applied them.

She walked to the wardrobe and slowly opened it. Inside was a closet full of clothes, for spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Upon closer inspection, they were all the clothes Cang Weiwo had prepared for her back then. The styles were mostly youthful and vibrant, because she was not yet twenty at the time. The colors, however, were rather muted, which was her preference.

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Everything was exactly the same as it had been back then, as if the three-year gap had never existed. It was as if she had simply gone to school in the morning and was now home. A moment later, a warm, comforting embrace would come from behind and gently call her name…

But people's hearts have changed. The passionate love of yesteryear has turned into hatred. Who was wrong?

Ling Ruoke took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and her eyes were already wet.

She was shocked to discover that the computer in the room had internet access. Cang Wei wasn't afraid at all that she could use the internet to contact the outside world, because he was confident she couldn't escape.

In fact, Ling Ruoke hadn't intended to ask anyone for help. Among the people she knew, only Qingfeng could rival Cang Weiwo. However, she was conflicted: on one hand, she naturally hoped Qingfeng could take her away from this cage; on the other hand, she understood that Cang Weiwo had undoubtedly laid a trap, and she didn't want anything to happen to Qingfeng. These two thoughts were fiercely battling, and for now, the latter prevailed.

Ling Ruoke stared at the computer screen for a long time before finally opening a Word document. Inspiration is strongest when a person is in a bad mood. Suddenly, another idea came to her.

Create a new folder and rename it—"Wife with a Wolf!"

As she furiously typed away at the computer keyboard, her nerves gradually relaxed, and she became completely immersed in the world and the relationship she had created. She was so engrossed in the moment that she didn't even notice the passage of time.

When I returned, I gently turned the doorknob and saw her sitting in front of the computer typing.

He leaned against the door for a while before slowly walking in and stopping behind her. He was slightly taken aback when he saw she was writing a novel. He knew she was a talented woman in the school's literary society back then. He looked at the novel's title: "Wife to a Wolf."

"To marry a wolf? Does this wolf refer to me, or Huo Qingfeng?" he suddenly asked.

"Ahhh—" Ling Ruoke screamed in fright from the sudden sound. She turned around abruptly and saw the person in front of her. Only then did her heart slowly calm down.

Knowing it was him, Ling Ruoke didn't want to reply and turned her head away. She minimized the document and opened Sina to read the news.

Cang Wei, however, wouldn't let her go. He reached out and turned her face towards him, lifting it slightly to force her to look him in the eye. "Is this wolf me, or Huo Qingfeng, hmm?"

"What's it to you?" she asked coldly, prying his fingers apart. Inside, however, she was so nervous she could hardly breathe.

Cang Wei looked straight at her, then suddenly smiled, his thin lips slightly parted: "If you don't tell me, I'll kiss you."

Ling Ruoke was completely defeated by his shamelessness and could only look away angrily as she replied, "It's just a novel, not a biography."

"Who is the real-life prototype?" Cang Wei turned her face back, stubbornly demanding an answer.

Ling Ruoke was furious. "It definitely won't be you!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Cang Wei had already grabbed the mouse.

Ling Ruoke panicked. "What are you doing?" she hurriedly reached out to snatch the mouse back.

Cang Wei easily grabbed both of her hands and then deleted the file right in front of her.

"You bastard, what are you doing? What does my writing a novel have to do with you, you bastard!" Ling Ruoke cried as she watched her hard work go to waste. Every word of her novel was poured into it; it was like her child!

Cang Wei watched her struggle indifferently, tears welling in his eyes, looking pitiful.

Ling Ruoke couldn't break free from his grip, so she cried and bit his hand hard, using all her strength. Tears streamed down her face as she bit.

Cang Wei was bitten and it hurt a lot, but she didn't budge. Just watching her act like a child, even resorting to such a childish trick, softened a corner of my heart.

More than once, he asked the heavens in his heart: Why did Ruoke have to be her daughter? Why?

But fate gave him no answer. He could only let the pain in his memories fuel his hatred, which grew like wild grass, entangling him and her, forcing them to struggle together in agony.

Ling Ruoke finally let go of her teeth after biting for a while, and looked up, her face covered in tears. The story framework she had painstakingly written over most of the day was now gone.

Cang Wei looked at her and finally couldn't help but laugh. What a fool. He released her hands and wiped away her tears with a few strokes. "It's just a few words, you can just write them again."

Ling Ruoke slapped his hand away and shouted, "That's because you have no heart. Do you think everything can be started over? Can starting over be the same as before?"

Even if she came up with all those words herself, it's impossible for every single word to be exactly the same if she did it again.

Cang Wei was startled and stared blankly as she turned around to retrieve the file. When she finally remembered to put it back in the trash can, she laughed like a child.

Cang Wei deliberately reached for the mouse. She immediately clutched the mouse to her chest in fright, glaring at him warily. She was much thinner than before, her eyes wide and bulging with panic, like a little rabbit who had just seen a big bad wolf.

Ling Ruoke clutched the mouse tightly, her body tense. Cang Weiwo's gaze frightened her, but she dared not look away, afraid he would do something malicious and delete her novel again!

Just as she was getting nervous, Cang Wei suddenly turned and left. She was a little confused, but breathed a huge sigh of relief. After a moment of stunned silence, she quickly turned back and copied the novel to a very hidden folder on her C drive. Only then did she feel safe, and she sat down reassured to continue writing.

Cang Weiwo didn't return until evening. Ling Ruoke ate dinner alone; this time, he didn't send the servants home, making her do everything herself.

Ling Ruoke didn't bother to figure out what he was up to; Cang Wei was someone she couldn't possibly understand. After silently finishing her dinner, she locked herself in her room, took a shower, and then wrote her novel until she could no longer keep her eyes open before finally going to bed.

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Cang Weiwo left Yuntian Villa and drove to an apartment building in the city, heading straight for an apartment on the eighteenth floor.

Before he even reached the door, the person inside, hearing his footsteps, had already opened it. Like a concubine awaiting her king's arrival, they were respectfully anticipating his arrival.

"You're here." Ru Mingyue smiled faintly as she closed the door, turned around and took off her coat, hanging it on the shelf beside her.

Cang Weiwo felt like an emperor, sitting on the sofa, stretching out his long legs, and relaxing completely.

Ru Mingyue poured a cup of freshly brewed tea, rinsing it several times to make sure it wasn't scalding hot. She placed the teacup in front of him and sat down beside him. She didn't ask any questions, but simply looked at him tenderly.

Cang Wei squinted his eyes. It took him a while to open them. He picked up his cup, took a sip of tea, and turned his head to look at Ru Mingyue, his eyes darkening instantly.

Like the moon, she smiled faintly. The next second, she was pounced on the sofa by the man. He roughly ripped off her clothes and went straight to the point, but she was already used to it. He was always this rough whenever he was in a bad mood. But when he came to see her, it was mostly because he was in a bad mood.

After a long while, the man finally collapsed onto her. Like a bright moon bearing his weight, she felt breathless, but remained motionless and silent. Neither of them spoke, only their heavy, ambiguous breathing mingled.

Like the bright moon embracing him, she savored the quiet moment. Only in this instant could she deceive herself into believing this man belonged to her. After so many years of infatuation, everyone thought she was just being pathetic, and she herself felt a little pathetic. She had fallen in love; she had no choice.

After a while, Cang Wei rolled off her and lay down. He was soaked in sweat, even his hair was wet.

Like a bright moon, she automatically nestled against him, her face pressed against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. There was a circular mark on her chest, a scar easily identifiable as a gunshot wound.

Cang Wei closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and enjoyed the quiet moment. This was why Ru Mingyue had always been able to stay by his side; she was quiet and rarely spoke.

The two lay silently for a while, then Ru Mingyue propped herself up and looked down at him. "Are you hungry? Shall I make you something to eat?"

Cang Wei seemed not to hear me, and only responded with a soft "hmm" after a while.

Ru Mingyue kissed him, propping herself up with her limp body, her legs trembling. He had great stamina, and each time he would leave her completely unable to move a finger. But she still managed to get dressed and go to the kitchen to cook for him.

As Ru Mingyue entered the kitchen, Cang Weiwo sat up, took out a cigarette, and lit it. With the cigarette dangling from his lips, he pulled on his underwear, walked to the kitchen doorway, and leaned against it, watching Ru Mingyue cook. Slowly exhaling the smoke, his mind was clear, and he felt a profound sense of peace.

As Mingyue finished cooking the rice, she turned to look at the man at the door, gave him a slight smile, and said, "I'll run you some water so you can take a hot bath."

Cang Wei hummed in response, taking her service for granted.

Ru Mingyue then went into the bathroom and ran the water for him. She brought him a bath towel and found his loungewear in the closet, arranging it neatly.

Cang Wei stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, went into the bathroom, pulled down his underwear, and lay down inside.

"Is the water temperature alright?" Ru Mingyue asked, touching the water with her hand.

Cang Wei didn't say a word, but reached out and dragged her into the bathtub. He flipped her over and pinned her down.

Before Mingyue could even let out a scream, he had already pinned her down. His lips kissed her neck, and his large hands roughly tore off her clothes. He ripped off her panties and went straight to the point.

Suddenly, another wave of heat swept through the bathroom.

It was three hours later, already dinner time, when the food was served. At the table, both of them adhered to the principle of not speaking while eating.

After dinner, I settled into the sofa to watch TV. I was the only one with the remote, watching the financial channel.

As the moon shone in his arms, she didn't actually like looking at him, but she still watched intently. Doing so made her feel like she was part of his world, rather than being shut out.

Time passed slowly, and soon it was late at night.

As Mingyue finally mustered the courage to ask, "Are you staying tonight?" She held her breath, waiting for his answer. Deep down, she didn't hold out much hope.

Cang Wei hummed in agreement.

As soon as the bright moon appeared, she smiled radiantly and happily went to make the bed.

At night, Cang Wei fell asleep.

As the moon shone in his arms, she was wide awake. In the darkness, she looked at the man's sleeping face, wanting to reach out and touch it, but in the end, she could only look.

As Mingyue knew, Ling Ruoke had returned. All his thoughts would return to her. She was the true treasure in Cang Weiwo's heart, while he was merely a tool for gratification.

Slowly, Ru Mingyue's eyes welled up with tears. She quickly controlled her emotions, not wanting to actually cry. Even a slight sniffle would wake Cang Weiwo.

The long night is always sleepless.

Around four in the morning, Ru Mingyue had just fallen asleep when she was startled awake by the man who suddenly pressed down on her. She was stunned for a while. When she heard him calling out "Ruo Ke," she knew he was dreaming about Ling Ruo Ke again.

Like a bitter smile on the moon, she still relaxed her body and endured his ruthlessness. That stinging pain was especially clear in the dead of night.

She reached out and touched her left breast, as if it were hurting there.

She closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and clung to him. A tear slid down her cheek. The man on top of her would probably never know. Even if he did, he wouldn't care. To him, she was nothing more than a tool for venting his frustrations.

Didn't she already know? So why is she still in so much pain?

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