Chapter 118 I can't remember how many times I've been abused.



Leng Linli wasn't like this before...

From the time Yan Zhi joined the company until their marriage, Leng Linli, though cold-faced, was still refined, courteous, and polite; at least, he wasn't irritable.

A romantic candlelight dinner...

A date for two at Disneyland...

The magnificent fireworks display on the cruise ship were for her...

The coat he thoughtfully draped over her shoulders as the fireworks faded...

A tender kiss as I walked her home...

Leng Linli was once gentle, Leng Linli was once considerate, and Leng Linli was once understanding.

At one time, she thought love was so wonderful.

At one point, she felt incredibly lucky.

For a time, she thought she was truly happy.

Under the moonlit flowers, Leng Linli once earnestly asked Yan Zhi, "Why do you want to marry me?"

At that time, Yan Zhi only smiled and did not answer, her eyes filled with happiness and love.

But at that time, Yan Zhi was immersed in what she thought was happiness, and mistakenly took the suppressed anger in Leng Linli's eyes as a look of deep emotion.

After getting married, Yan Zhi learned from Bai Lian that "everything my brother did was forced by Grandma. If it weren't for Grandma's instructions, he wouldn't even look at you."

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhi's self-righteous idyllic memories instantly sent chills down her spine, and she didn't even want to think about them anymore.

Grandma is really...

As for what wicked thoughts Grandma might have had, Grandma just liked her, which led to all of this. Yan Zhi couldn't blame Grandma for anything. At that time, Yan Zhi did indeed have lustful thoughts.

Whether Yan Zhi did it intentionally or unintentionally, she became an accomplice in her grandmother's efforts to break up the ill-fated couple Leng Linli and Bai Lian, so it's understandable that Leng Linli hates her.

Following the rhythm of the times, she emerged from her sorrow.

It was her first time dating... no, it was just unrequited love, so she was inevitably a bit love-struck.

It won't happen again.

Restraining her excessive affection, Yan Zhi once again slowly banished Leng Linli from her world.

My heart is slowly being ripped away.

Yan Zhi withdrew her gaze and collapsed onto the bed. After all that commotion, she felt like she had lost half her life.

Yan Zhi kept her head down, her eyelashes fluttering from time to time. Leng Linli's gaze was fixed on Yan Zhi, trying to see through her, but he could never figure out what she was thinking beneath her slightly shifting eyes.

Upon seeing Yan Zhi's bloodless face and her slightly reddened eyes, a fleeting panic crossed Leng Linli's heart. He almost, almost couldn't help but rush forward...

I even want to apologize for my impulsiveness today.

After taking a shower, Leng Linli's anger had long since dissipated.

He wanted her to give in, but why was it so difficult?

Leng Linli took a step closer, but Yan Zhi turned over and faced away from him.

Leng Linli paused, stunned, and stood there for a moment, at a loss for what to do.

Yan Zhi ignored him, and Leng Linli was somewhat annoyed, but he didn't lower himself.

Leng Linli picked up his clothes from the ground and dressed himself neatly.

Dressed in a suit and tie, full of vigor and confidence.

When my gaze fell on Yan Zhi's suit, I realized that it was badly damaged.

Leng Linli paused, wondering if he had been too rough with her just now.

He took out his phone, and with a cold and sharp voice, dialed Wen Shichu's number, saying succinctly, "Send up a set of women's clothing."

Wen Shichu was taken aback at first, but then he realized that President Leng and Secretary Yan hadn't come out of the office all afternoon. He quickly realized what had happened in the seemingly calm office and calmly asked, "What size does Madam usually wear?"

Wen Shichu was one of the few people who knew about Leng Zong and Yan Zhi's marriage. He drove them there on the day they got their marriage certificate. Wen Shichu was also aware of Leng Zong and Yan Zhi's romantic dates.

Leng Linli paused again, then turned his head to glance at Yan Zhi, who was lying on her side on the bed, still with her back to him.

Leng Linli felt a tightness in his chest. He had thought that breaking through her calm facade would make him happy, but now, he felt a heavy weight in his heart.

Leng Linli frowned, rubbed his forehead, forcibly ignoring the inexplicable feeling in his heart, and said in a muffled voice, "One size fits all."

Judging by appearances... she should be able to wear it.

After hanging up the phone, Leng Linli silently cleaned up the mess.

Yan Zhi knew that Leng Linli was cleaning up, but she didn't want to pay attention. He made the mess, so why should she clean it up?

Only after Leng Linli left the lounge did Yan Zhi turn over and lie flat, exhale deeply, and smile weakly.

The Leng family can no longer stay.

If she stays any longer, she'll probably lose half her life.

Before, Leng Linli was only at home, but now he doesn't distinguish between the company and home, and can suppress her anytime, anywhere... to vent his anger.

Yan Zhi had no idea when or where Leng Linli would abuse her next time. He didn't care whether she was willing or not; he just wanted to vent his dissatisfaction.

The most tragic thing is that, under the cold and ruthless torture, Yan Zhi's body actually... felt pleasure.

Over the past month, Yan Zhi had lost count of how many times this had happened. She only remembered one time when, under Leng Linli's domineering and unreasonable pressure, Yan Zhi deliberately asked, "Bai Lian is right next door. Where does Mr. Leng's behavior leave her?"

At that moment, Leng Linli gripped Yan Zhi's neck, his eyes filled with hatred: "If it weren't for Grandma forcing me to hold my great-grandchild, do you think I would want to touch you?"

Leng Linli was telling the truth.

On the second night after their wedding, when they returned to their old house, Grandma Leng, eager to have a great-grandson as soon as possible, secretly poisoned their food.

That night, like dry wood meeting a raging fire, desire burned within, blood boiled, unsatisfied, and uncontrollable. If the bed hadn't been of such good quality, it might have become firewood for cooking.

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