I struggled hard, but my hands felt like they were paralyzed, unable to move. Then I tried to wrestle the ropes around my feet, but that didn't work. Finally, I thought about biting the ropes off my hands, but I'd overestimated myself. How could Feng Jianjun be so confident in leaving me alone at home while he went to work? Because he knew he couldn't untie them himself.
After taking a break to untie the rope, and then taking another break when he couldn't, Feng Jianjun came back half an hour later.
Originally, Feng Jianjun wasn't allowed to leave work at noon. Under Mr. Li's management, the factory in the space was run in a military-style, strict manner. But didn't Feng Jianjun just get married yesterday? Everyone in the logistics department knew about it.
In addition, Feng Jianjun used a very shameless excuse: Cuihua worked hard last night and did not go to work today. When she left in the morning, she was still sleeping at home. He was worried about her all morning and was really worried about her and wanted to go home to see her.
Any man knows what's going on. This excuse is very useful, so he was able to take leave and come back smoothly.
The moment she entered the house, Cuihua also heard the noise at the door. Initially, she wanted to scream for help. But after thinking about it, she understood why Feng Jianjun didn't cover her mouth. Feng Jianjun knew Cuihua couldn't scream.
What was there to shout about? If this got out, would Cuihua still be able to function as a normal person in the factory? The rumors about her were all negative. If she started shouting at home on the second day after her wedding, not only would most people be at work at this hour and few people upstairs would be willing to intervene, even those who were at home would be unlikely to do anything.
Who would go back to work the day after getting married? Apart from Feng Jianjun, a perverted money-grubber, few people would do that.
Cuihua heard Feng Jianjun coming back and stopped struggling to untie the rope. In fact, her previous struggles were useless. Even after twisting for a long time, the rope showed no sign of loosening. It was just like torturing herself. Now she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, thinking that if she slept, Feng Jianjun would at least not be violent towards her.
Feng Jianjun changed into slippers and went to the bathroom to wash his hands first. He had a problem. He had to wash his hands after getting home from get off work and before doing anything. This has been a rule for decades.
Cuihua, now lying in bed pretending to be asleep, was unaware. She heard the gurgling of running water and thought, "Hmm, Feng Jianjun went to pee." The factory didn't allow him to go home at this hour, but he came back anyway. Did he have a change of heart? Did he come back to untie me? It seemed his morning remarks about several wives being dead were just a scare tactic. The Arsenal was so strictly managed; there was no way a murderer would be allowed in. That was it.
However, in the next hour, Cuihua realized that she had thought too highly of Feng Jianjun.
After washing his hands, Feng Jianjun didn't go to the kitchen to cook. He didn't want to eat now, he wanted to eat Cuihua. The bedroom door was not closed. Feng Jianjun had left it open when he left that morning.
Closing the door creates a confined space, which makes it easy for people inside to have their own ideas. But lying down with the door open would make Cuihua, who was already injured, nervous and insecure.
He had experimented with this countless times before. He had plenty of tricks up his sleeve when it came to dealing with women, and since it was only the first day of their marriage, he didn't need to rush, so he could take his time.
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