He Zhong had no more patience to appease a plaything. He pushed her away in annoyance and walked towards the door.
Lin Shuang lay on the ground, hysterical: "It was written in our contract that as long as I could stay by Lu Zhengqian's side for three years, you would set me free. It's been three years and three months now."
"Oh, you've gotten bold, daring to use the contract against me." He Zhong looked at Lin Shuang, grabbed her hair, and said angrily, "If it weren't for me back then, would you still be a glamorous big star? If you don't want to do it, I won't make things difficult for you, you can leave now. I just wonder what your parents, who are university professors, will think when they see those shameless photos and videos of you online?"
A thin, translucent body trembled with terror.
"No, no..."
"If you don't want to, then just behave and act like a slut."
He Zhong threw Lin Shuang to the ground, stomped on her stomach, and squeezed hard with his big toe. "Clean yourself inside and come out wrapped in a towel. If you mess this up, I'll throw you out into the street."
The door slammed shut with an arrogant air, imprisoning her in this cage.
She knew he wouldn't let her off easily; she thought the worst that could happen was a violent death, as Gan Tang had said. She never imagined he would squeeze every last drop of value out of her.
Lin Shuang, clutching her humiliated body, staggered towards the bathroom. On the sink sat a razor, its blade gleaming coldly under the light, piercing her eyes.
In the living room, He Zhong leaned back on the long tiger-skin sofa and said with a smile, "It's really not easy to get you to come all this way."
Fu Cheng sat on the single sofa to the side, his arms resting on his knees, his face expressionless: "If Fourth Uncle has something to say, just say it."
But his eyes were not as calm and collected as they appeared. In less than five minutes after he sat down, he had already scanned every corner of the villa no less than ten times.
It seems sending Lin Shuang over really worked. After Lin Shuang arrived at the villa, Fu Cheng's car departed from Qinglong Bay. He Zhong smiled and said, "Have some tea first!"
Now, he wasn't in a hurry. He pushed a cup of tea in front of Fu Cheng and said, "Try it. This is real pre-rain Longjing tea. I didn't even let my older brother drink it when he came."
"Even my godfather hasn't drunk it, so I dare not drink it either." Fu Cheng refused calmly, but he did offer a conciliatory remark, "I'll invite Fourth Uncle for tea another day."
"Alright!" He Zhong didn't insist. He put down the teapot and got down to business, asking, "Have you been in a bad mood these past few days?"
"No!"
"Your fourth uncle watched you grow up. What can't you say in front of your fourth uncle?" He Zhong took a sip of tea and sighed, "There's no such thing as brotherhood in this world. Only a silly kid like you takes it seriously. Some people are just ungrateful wretches. You treat them like brothers, but they treat you like a fool."
He had been hoping for the brothers to kill each other ever since they were at sea. But Fu Cheng was too patient; even now, he hadn't made the slightest move.
He could endure it, but he couldn't wait any longer. Once Mo Huaixing established Canglan's drug network, the second-in-command of the Qinglong Gang would change hands.
"See, Fourth Uncle was right. They haven't even settled into their new relationship yet, and they're already trying to crush you. If Canglan's plan succeeds, who knows how arrogant they'll become."
"It's all for Godfather's sake, as long as Godfather is satisfied." Fu Cheng didn't respond to him.
"Alright, let's not talk about these troublesome things anymore." He Zhong looked at Yu Dayong standing to the side and instructed, "Dayong, go and have someone bring some fruit over."
"yes!"
A short while later, Yu Dayong returned, his steps slightly hurried. He whispered something in He Zhong's ear. He Zhong's expression immediately changed, and he excused himself to go to the bathroom, rushing to the bedroom.
In the bedroom, Lin Shuang knelt on the floor wrapped in a bath towel, her hands folded in front of her knees, like a child who had made a mistake, her eyes filled with fear.
"You dare to play tricks on me." He Zhong walked over, grabbed her hair, and roared, "I was fine when I was playing with you just now, but now you're giving me dirty blood?"
“Master, it’s true, I wouldn’t dare lie to you.” Lin Shuang grabbed his hand that was pulling her hair, her beautiful face contorted in pain: “I only found out when I was taking a hot shower just now.”
He Zhong roughly slipped his hand into the bath towel to verify it himself, and came out with his hand covered in blood.
"Damn it, you're ruining my good time." He wiped his hands on Lin Shuang's chest with disgust, his eyes flashing with malice. "If you can't use your genitals, then use your mouth. In short, today, you'd better serve him well no matter what it takes."
As he spoke, he pulled Lin Shuang to the front of the wardrobe. Inside the wardrobe were all sorts of revealing women's clothing.
He Zhong said impatiently, "Pick one to wear and get down here right now, or else..."
He left without finishing his sentence, but his fierce gaze was enough to intimidate Lin Shuang into not daring to resist. She knew that a beast was capable of anything; she had personally witnessed this many times in the first year.
The clothes in the closet are increasingly revealing, some even more so than swimsuits.
Lin Shuang looked at the wall and the ground, where the clothes she wore when she entered the villa had been torn to shreds. She could only turn her gaze back to the revealing clothes in the closet.
As she looked at it, she suddenly laughed happily: the risk she had taken to cut herself was worthwhile; at least she now had the right to wear clothes.
Not long after, Lin Shuang came downstairs and walked toward the two men sitting in the living room. She was wearing a blue and white maid outfit, the short skirt only covering her buttocks, with two round holes showing at her waist, but it was the least revealing outfit in the closet.
This attire evoked a protective instinct in men, a perfect match for the scars on her face. "I didn't expect this woman to be so shrewd," He Zhong thought, sipping his tea with satisfaction.
Fu Cheng hurriedly looked away and clenched his fist.
Lin Shuang squatted down in front of the coffee table, placed the tray she was carrying on it, and arranged the fruit: a plate of watermelon, a plate of mangoes, a plate of grapes, and a plate of nuts.
He Zhongdao said, "Acheng loves grapes. Put that plate of grapes in front of Young Master Cheng."
Lin Shuang placed the grapes over, keeping her head down the entire time, not daring to look at him. Fu Cheng also dared not say a word to her, afraid of adding to her embarrassment.
"Thank you, Fourth Uncle."
The voice was noticeably less forceful than before. He Zhong was quite satisfied; the fact that he hadn't left immediately proved the matter was feasible, and he happily beckoned Lin Shuang over.
Lin Shuang sat down next to him with a watermelon on a plate and fed him slice by slice.
The original script was that Lin Shuang was unwilling to serve him and looked pitiful, hoping someone would come to rescue her. But now she looked very obedient, which displeased He Zhong. He spat watermelon seeds onto Lin Shuang's face with a "pfft".
"How can you work like this? You dare to serve watermelons without even removing the seeds."
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