Boss Nie secretly guessed that there must be quite a few men like Song Yuanchao, who were glorious and upright but not evil enough, who were frightened by their wives' fists and gave up halfway.
But his wife was like that rose with dewdrops; only by braving the thorns and facing difficulties could one smell her fragrance, taste her sweetness and sweetness, and feel the gentle heart hidden beneath her hard shell.
He was teetering on the edge of madness and guilt, because his wife still hadn't seen through his pretense and was taking care of his feelings. She took another step back: "It's okay if it doesn't work out, I won't blame you?"
Overwhelmed by guilt and unable to control his physical desires, Nie Zhao strayed further and further down the wrong path.
He was too impatient and bit her hard. She let out a soft groan and tried to dodge, but just when Nie Zhao thought the game was about to end, she took the initiative to kiss him: "Don't rush, your brain injury hasn't fully healed yet, be careful of intracranial hypertension."
Nie Zhao had little sense of morality to begin with, and his wife kept giving in, allowing his evil thoughts to run rampant.
He greedily sucked on the moisture between her lips, knowing he was hurting her, but he couldn't control himself. From her full lips to the sweetness on her tongue, he took it all, as if he wanted to devour her whole.
Of course, this was his night to prove himself; he was determined to show his wife that he was not only capable, but very capable.
He was ambitious and wanted his wife to experience a deeper level of pleasure.
Chen Rou felt that Nie Zhao was a bit crazy. He wasn't as thin as before, and his muscles felt great to the touch. He kissed her so hard that she couldn't breathe, holding her tightly. She tried to push him away, but her intuition told her that he would fight her to the death.
Then she thought about how his stomach had been hurting, and how every time he exerted himself, Chen Rou worried that he would choke halfway through.
She kept thinking about how the Hong Kong media would ridicule and mock her if he were to sleep with her in bed.
After all, when Bruce Lee died in the boudoir of a female celebrity, the Hong Kong media used headlines like "The fierce dragon is no match for the strong woman, the sex symbol dies suddenly in her boudoir." If Nie Zhao were to die, even if she did nothing, she would still be called a strong woman by the media.
Because she was nervous and afraid of something going wrong, Chen Rou cooperated as best she could. It was dark and she was terrified. Every second, every heartbeat was filled with anxiety. She didn't even feel the pain that most people would feel. She only trembled. She had never been as afraid as she was today in her life. Of course, if Nie Zhao had hit her, she would have lived two lives in vain.
But if nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected is about to happen.
Chen Rou vaguely felt a little comfortable and amused when the phone rang unexpectedly.
The shrill ringing was accompanied by a man's heavy breathing. One ring, two rings, and then another ring in the blink of an eye. It was Chen Rou's internal phone. Very few people knew her phone number, so calling in the middle of the night meant it must be something urgent.
Chen Rou, of course, did not answer. She was afraid that if she moved Nie Zhao, something bad would happen. But she was also very anxious. After all, according to scientific statistics, that kind of thing takes at least ten minutes. If the person calling had an emergency, it would be troublesome.
The phone rang again, and Mrs. Nie's worst fear came true: her husband... stopped.
...
Chen Rou cautiously reached out her finger to probe her husband's nose, but as soon as she did, he grabbed it and tried to get up. Chen Rou was angry and furious, and commanded, "Don't move!"
Upon hearing that his wife was angry, Nie Zhao didn't dare to move, but his face felt hot and burning.
He was like a gambler who had entered the Lisboa Casino with a huge sum of money, ready to fight for three days and three nights, only to lose everything in one go. He was unwilling to accept it, but powerless to turn the tide.
The phone was still ringing. Chen Rou, supporting her husband with one hand, reached out and grabbed it with the other: "Hello?"
"Hello, this is the Shenzhen Public Security Bureau. We apologize for disturbing you at this hour. Is Ms. Chen Rou here?" the person on the other end asked.
Her husband was still alive and breathing. What was most infuriating was that he had spit on her. If she hadn't been considerate of his feelings, she would have almost missed a very important phone call. She pushed the man away and said in a deep voice, "I am him."
“There’s a woman named Li Xia at the Third Wool Mill with a case, it’s convenient…” Before the other person could finish speaking, Chen Rou immediately said, “Give me your phone number, I’ll call right away.”
Nie Zhao reached out, but she brushed his hand away. Her face burned with pain, and her heart nearly leaped out of her chest. It was the police station; Li Xia was in trouble. Of course, it was cheaper to make international calls from here, so she had to make the call.
After hearing the number given on the other end, she quickly redialed: "Is Li Xia alright? Is she safe?"
In this world, not everyone is as smart as the Nie family, the richest family in the country. If they were, everyone could be the richest person in the world. There are many people who are mediocre, or even rather stupid.
Chen Rou didn't know Li Xia before this. Based on her idealized image of her mother, she thought she should be gentle, kind, and a little silly. She thought that if she was a little silly, she wouldn't be in danger. But it turned out that she was a woman with a strong personality.
She is extremely worried and needs to know if Li Xia is safe.
The police officer on the other end of the line sensed the anxiety in her voice and quickly said, "Don't worry, ma'am, she's fine."
Tonight, a lot happened in Shenzhen, and frankly, it all shattered Chen Rou's worldview. Of course, it was also because she hadn't personally experienced this era and lacked experience.
That's right.
She donated 500,000 yuan to the wool mill, but thanks to the tireless promotion by the factory workers, it was advertised as 5 million yuan. Li Xia's younger brother, Li Gang, who had originally smuggled himself to Japan, somehow heard about it and came back. Normally, if he were to be fierce or yell at Li Xia, she would give in, and it would be easy to coax money out of her.
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