Then, the wind stopped.
His hair was already dry, so Xiang Jin put away the hairdryer, helped him lie down, covered him with a blanket, and prepared to leave.
A sudden, forceful pull dragged her backward. Xiang Jin lost her balance and fell onto the bed. Before she could even see what was happening, he had her pinned down.
A domineering kiss, reeking of alcohol, descended upon her, capturing her lips like a ferocious beast relentlessly plundering and possessing her.
At first, Xiang Jin struggled, but later she didn't even have the strength to struggle anymore.
She had some clear awareness of when he took off her clothes, when he put his arm around her waist, and when he pressed his body against hers, but she was powerless to change it.
She couldn't help but hug him.
"Aqi..." he called her name softly and kissed her lips.
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At dawn, Murong Xiao was the first to open his eyes.
The chaotic scenes from last night flashed before his eyes. He frowned and turned to look at the woman beside him.
Xiang Jin just opened his eyes.
She cautiously pulled the blanket up, awkwardly covering the marks on her body, her head bowed and hands hanging down, not daring to look at him.
"Why are you here?" he asked coldly. "Didn't Miss Xiang want to be a chaste widow? How come you've ended up in my bed?"
Xiang Jin gripped the blanket tightly, her face turning pale.
"You said it was just compensation, I don't like owing people." Her hands trembled slightly.
It's just... I don't like owing people?
A sudden, forceful push sent her sprawling onto the bed. He gripped her chin, his gaze chilling as if from hell: "Oh? That's unfortunate. I despise self-righteous women like you the most."
Xiang Jin's jaw was in excruciating pain, and tears were about to well up in her eyes, but she gritted her teeth and stubbornly refused to let them fall.
Looking into her eyes, he suddenly froze.
"Don't mess with me again, unless you want to die." He released his grip on his chin and said coldly, "Get lost."
Xiang Jin trembled slightly. She hurriedly picked up her clothes from the ground, threw them on haphazardly, and ran out of the room as fast as she could.
The sound of things being smashed could be faintly heard coming from inside the room. The maid at the door didn't dare to breathe. It seemed that this time, she had completely angered him.
She returned to her room absentmindedly to wash up, feeling somewhat emotional. Why was Feng Jianian so gentle to her, even though they were the same person, while Murong Xiaohou was so cold and ruthless?
Is it that he no longer wants to play this game, and is too lazy to even pretend?
Looking at the several clear, bright red finger marks on her chin, Xiang Jin felt a pang of inexplicable pain in her heart.
After getting ready, Xiang Jin went to work, but Zhou Zhou stopped her as soon as she got downstairs.
"Madam, wait a moment, let me apply some medicine for you." Zhou Zhou held a jar of snow-white medicine and applied it to her chin. It felt cool and comfortable.
"Thank you." Xiang Jin gestured, but how did Zhou Zhou know that her chin was injured and even prepare medicine in advance?
"Madam, does it hurt?" Zhou Zhou applied the medicine to her, her brows furrowed with concern.
Xiang Jin's eyes darkened, and he shook his head.
My chin doesn't hurt, but my heart... it hurts so much, even breathing hurts.
"I've already asked for leave for you. Why don't you just rest at home today and don't go to the company?" Zhou Zhou said.
"I want to go to work." She didn't like this feeling of having nothing to do; it made her overthink.
"But there are finger marks on my chin..."
Xiang Jin took out a mask, put it on, and smiled at Zhou Zhou.
"But this is the young master's order. He said you can't..."
Xiang Jin has already gone far away.
"Tomato and egg noodles, Madam, you haven't eaten your tomato and egg noodles yet!" Aunt Yang chased after her with a bowl of noodles, only to see Xiang Jin's back.
It's such a pity, I rarely cook for her, sigh.
There's always work to be done and goods to be moved in the warehouse.
Xiang Jin was probably exhausted from the pneumonia last time, and she also overexerted herself last night. She was very tired after moving things for a while, and her back was very sore and her eyes were also very tired.
Yu Xingfa couldn't bear to watch any longer and told her to sit down and rest for a while.
"That's Xiang Jin, the woman who's being kept? She's not even that good-looking." Two delivery women pointed at Xiang Jin on the steps as they unloaded packages.
"Who told her to be so skilled? She can seduce men into her bed," another woman said, her tone tinged with sarcasm.
"Who says otherwise! I heard he's a coal mine owner, pot-bellied, and probably has a child that's already quite grown up. Tsk tsk, shameless mistress."
"Exactly, just looking at that kind of woman is disgusting."
The two women chatted back and forth, and eventually walked away. Sister Ding put down her work and sat down next to Xiang Jin: "Don't take it to heart, those people are just jealous of you."
"Is everyone talking about this lately?" Xiang Jin asked, writing.
Sister Ding nodded: "They've said even harsher things!"
Xiang Jin paused for a moment, then picked up her pen and wrote: "I was not kept by a sugar daddy. He is indeed my husband. I am not lying to you."
"Of course I believe you! You are Xiang Jin." Sister Ding smiled and patted her head. "But, are you not feeling well today? Why are you wearing a mask the whole time?" Xiang Jin had been eating lunch in a secluded spot.
Xiang Jin waved his hand and wrote, "It's just a slight cold."
At this moment, Liu Peng handed Xiang Jin a package, saying it was an urgent item that needed to be delivered immediately, but he was busy and couldn't leave, so he had to trouble Xiang Jin to make the trip.
Xiang Jin nodded, waved to Sister Ding, and then left with the package.
Upon arrival at the destination, I discovered that it was actually the Cloud Design Group.
Yun Design Group is one of the leading companies in the apparel design industry. As a long-established design company, Yun Design has won many international awards, and many popular brands have collaborated with them.
Xiang Jin's dream used to be to work here, but after going to jail, she never dared to have that thought again.
After waiting a few minutes at the door, the recipient came out. He hurriedly signed for the package, tore it open, and inside were several clothing design drafts: "Luckily you delivered it on time, otherwise we would have been in big trouble!"
Xiang Jin's eyes lit up. She pointed to the design draft and then to herself.
"You want to see it?" The recipient was a bespectacled blond boy who looked about the same age as Xiang Jin.
Xiang Jin nodded.
"Okay, but please don't—"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a gust of wind suddenly blew, carrying the design draft directly into the fountain pool next to it.
"Holy crap, this is terrible!"
The blond boy's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly picked up the design draft, but the paper had already smudged and the details were blurred, making it unusable.
"I'm doomed, this time there's no one to even collect my body..." He plopped down on the ground, utterly devastated.
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