Chapter 16

What do I have to do for you to be mine?

The elegantly decorated yet cramped lounge, like an exquisite cage, imprisons Cheng Sangluo's body and also shackles Lin Jin's heart.

Cheng Sangluo coughed uncontrollably, accompanied by several embarrassing dry heaves.

She hastily wiped the wine from the corner of her lips with the back of her hand, then collapsed onto the sofa as if exhausted. Her long, loose hair covered half of her face, and the one eye that was visible was lifeless and broken.

She twitched her shoulders and let out an uncontrollable, mocking laugh, a laugh that was squeezed out with difficulty from her throat, hoarse, low, and painful.

Even so, she still refused to speak.

Lin Jin swept the strands of hair from her forehead behind her head, looking down arrogantly at the person beneath her. The anger that had just subsided was reignited by her laughter.

She grabbed Cheng Sangluo by the collar with both hands, shoving her heavily against the back of the sofa, and whispered angrily, "How can you be so stubborn, how can you be so stubborn..."

At this moment, Lin Jin was also shattered.

Cheng Sangluo was like a tattered doll, neither showing weakness nor resisting, just staring straight at the mentally unstable madwoman.

The emotional breakdown brought on by the silent torment was so satisfying to her.

Whether it was from anger or a relapse of her illness, Lin Jin's body trembled even more violently.

The crystal chandelier reflected her swaying figure, and the light cast shadows and dappled patterns on her face.

The hand that was gripping her neck suddenly loosened its grip, and she tilted her head to stare intently at the bulging veins on the back of her hand, as if observing a strange creature.

One second he was bloodthirsty and murderous, the next his face was pale with fear and regret.

Cheng Sangluo was like sand that she could never grasp no matter what she tried. If she held it too tightly, it would slip away; if she spread it out, it would scatter. No matter what she did, she was helpless.

Lin Jin's emotions were torn apart; her lips moved as she mumbled incoherently, "Did I hurt you...? I didn't mean for this to happen... I just... I just wanted to..."

I just want to have you, is that wrong?

She was panicked and her eyes were full of heartache. She covered Cheng Sangluo's face with her hands and kept wiping the wine stains, as if this could erase her outrageous and violent behavior just now.

Lin Jin buried her pride in the dust, pleading softly, "Please be good...please listen to me...you..."

The words stopped abruptly, and a scalding heat struck his palm, as if it could burn everything.

Her fingertips trembled, her lips trembled, and even her questioning tone trembled, "How can you be so hot?"

'You're so hot...'

This means I have a good metabolism.

Recalling their amusing conversation at the restaurant at noon, Lin Jin leaned in and hugged Cheng Sangluo's head tightly, asking anxiously, "You've had a fever the whole time? Why didn't you tell me!"

Cheng Sangluo closed her eyes wearily, her brows furrowing repeatedly. While suppressing the weakness brought on by the fever, a sense of unease and panic rose in her heart.

As soon as I closed my eyes, all I could see in my mind was Lin Jin's alternating displays of frenzy and weakness, a sight that was both pitiful and tragic.

Cheng Sangluo finally realized that Lin Jin's madness was an illness, an uncontrollable illness.

She didn't push away the person who was embracing her. Instead, she stroked that thin, trembling back and asked in a hoarse voice, "Lin Jin, what's wrong?"

"I'm fine..." Lin Jin hunched over, burying her head deeply in Cheng Sangluo's neck. "I'm fine... I'm fine..."

She smelled the puppy's clean and calming scent, which finally brought her some peace. However, she kept repeating the same sentence to herself, as if that would convince her that she was not sick.

Cheng Sangluo was lost in thought, and the burning breath on her neck was gradually replaced by a moist, itchy sensation.

Lin Jin's lips and teeth rubbed together, a mixture of infatuated licking and then a mournful biting.

Her fingernails dug into Cheng Sangluo's neck again, uncontrollably scratching bloody marks into her skin. "What do you want me to do... for you to be mine..."

Cheng Sangluo's eyes were unfocused. The tingling sensation from the kiss, combined with the pain of scratching, was dismantling the high wall built in her heart.

Fortunately, it was only a momentary loosening.

Before falling into Lin Jin's trap of tenderness, she regained her last bit of rationality, reached out and grabbed that slender white neck, and with a smooth flip, pressed the limp person down beneath her.

Cheng Sangluo tried her best to restrain herself from hurting anyone, and roared, "You madman, have you had enough? Can't you wake up!"

Her emotions were on the verge of despair. How could those feelings of anger, hatred, and resistance disappear so easily? Why couldn't she be ruthless towards the madwoman's wickedness? Why did she always forgive so easily?

Lin Jin tilted his head comfortably, the hand gripping his neck not exerting any force, and he didn't even feel a trace of pain.

In her eyes, that was a gentleness unique to puppies, a gentleness that was afraid of hurting her.

She finally regained her composure, squinting her eyes teasingly: "Little puppy, coax me, I'm really easy to coax..."

"Shameless! Pervert!" Cheng Sangluo cursed under his breath, thinking that any sympathy he showed for the crazy woman was like feeding a dog.

It's not worth it, not at all!

She stood up cursing, wanting only to escape this suffocating place as quickly as possible, but as soon as she took a step, she staggered and fell back.

My body, which had been holding on all day, finally collapsed like a landslide at this critical juncture.

Lin Jin caught her in time, rubbing his cheek against her burning ear, "Be good, let's go see a doctor, okay?"

'Squeak—'

Just as the two were getting intimate, someone pushed open the door to the lounge, shattering the false atmosphere of ambiguity.

Almost the instant the door opened, Cheng Sangluo struggled and desperately fled, leaving behind everything that still haunted her.

Lin Jin held the empty space in her arms. Even after only a few seconds apart, she began to miss the warmth of the puppy.

She glared at the person blocking the doorway, her eyes filled with annoyance at having her fun ruined, her gaze as cold as an ice spike, as if she wanted to pierce through them.

*

Midnight.

The Maybach sped along the winding mountain road, its destination Lin Jin's private residence.

The villa on the hillside is built deep in the lush forest, much like the eyes of a cat hidden in the darkness, adorned with a sinister light when the night is still.

Lin Jin stumbled into the house, drunk. Sheng He, who was following behind, tried to support her, but was coldly stopped: "Don't touch me! I'm not drunk..."

Sheng He reluctantly withdrew his arm, hesitatingly saying, "Boss, I'd better ask the Lin family to come and take care of you. You don't come to this courtyard often, and I'm worried about you living alone..."

"What, afraid Lin Sheng will make a move against me?" Lin Jin, panting heavily, leaned against a marble pillar and laughed, "Does he dare?"

“The old man hasn’t been feeling well lately, and it’s best to be on the safe side during this special time,” Sheng He patiently advised. Knowing he couldn’t persuade Lin Jin otherwise, he insisted, “I’ll stay in the car tonight. Call me anytime if anything happens.”

Lin Jin, who was always indifferent to his subordinates, shrugged indifferently, "Whatever."

The moonlight in the dark night was deep and rich, permeating the loneliness.

The empty villa was colder than the outside temperature, and the space, devoid of human presence, always carried a chilly atmosphere.

Lin Jin slumped onto the sofa, rubbing her temples to try and wake herself up.

Whether it was because the house was cold and deserted, or because she had lost Cheng Sangluo's warmth, she curled up and hugged herself tightly.

When I close my eyes, I see the puppy's flushed face in my mind. Once the floodgates are opened, my longing for that person bursts open like a raging torrent, and I can't stop it.

Lin Jin sighed with regret. She was so good at controlling the overall situation and could make every move well in the balance of power, but she couldn't control Cheng Sangluo, let alone her heart.

She clearly wanted to be close to the puppy, but she always pushed it further away. If only she were more patient and gentler with her.

Lin Jin squinted, groping for things in her handbag until she tucked the worn-out T-shirt into her bosom, only then did she feel a little relieved.

He held the T-shirt to his nose and savored the smell, which transformed into a desire to be fiercely possessed by Cheng Sangluo, like tentacles with bared teeth and claws, crawling all over his nerves.

She stood up and, with a slightly drunken gait, walked into the home elevator.

The room in the far corner of the top floor of the villa is very mysterious; the bulletproof door with three layers of security seems to hold all the owner's secrets.

Lin Jin stood patiently in front of the door, unlocking it with a series of complicated verifications: fingerprint, iris, facial recognition, and password. Only then did the heavy steel door slowly open.

The number of antiques and art collections displayed inside is astonishing, and they are all rare gems that have fetched high prices at auctions in recent years.

They may seem to showcase their owner's powerful background, but in reality, they are meant to conceal a deeper secret.

Lin Jin walked straight to the innermost wall.

The hidden door fits perfectly into the wall, so well concealed that no one can detect a single flaw. Only by turning a dagger disguised as a collectible on a nearby display shelf will the door pop open a crack.

This was the purpose of her special trip to the villa tonight; the secret room held the truth that dispelled loneliness, and also the truest form of the seeds that were growing wildly in her heart.

The most conspicuous spot in the secret room was a rack, where military uniforms were ironed without a single wrinkle, and even the military boots placed below were decorated with dust boxes.

The rack was covered with a variety of items, including a set of camouflage training uniforms, shiny military medals, and some well-worn personal items.

Looking around, it resembles a small private exhibition hall, with every detail telling the story of the owner's past.

Directly opposite the stand, there are reclining chairs for people to rest on.

Exhausted, Lin Jin lay down. That corner of the ground was a life-saving balm, soothing all her anxiety and delusions.

She looked so calm and collected as she held the T-shirt in her arms, and her breath smelled so comforting.

Gazing at that solemn military uniform, his eyes, reddened by alcohol, shone with a crystalline light.

Her pearly teeth gently tore and bit a corner of the fabric.

With her slender, white fingers bent, she picked up a sticky, enchanting piece from the secret pool of surging fantasies.

In her memory, that person, dressed in military uniform, looked dignified and upright, stepping firmly into her heart.

His brow furrowed more and more tightly amidst the surging waves of emotion.

A slight tremor ran down his thin back.

A soft murmur escaped from her tightly clenched lips.

Goodnight, Sangluo.

[Author's Note]

1. I'll be live streaming at 9 PM on Children's Day (June 1st). Feel free to come chat with me on Douyin (TikTok).

2.1. Pre-order novels: "Did President Gu Flirt with Officer Ji Today?" (tentative title) and "Becoming the Scandalous Lover of the Hong Kong Film Queen" (please add to your collection).

3. I've always felt that chapters 14-16 weren't well-written, so I've revised these three chapters extensively. You can go back and take a look.

I know that the emotional descriptions of Lin Jin will be visually impactful, but she's just crazy, and I'm afraid some readers won't be able to accept it... so I'm particularly anxious.

4. Originally, I wanted to write about some terrible behaviors in the ending, but out of respect and solemnity, I cannot do so.