One night four days later, Fu Jinbai fell into a nightmare, a nightmare called past life.
He was drugged by Shen Jiaoru.
In that familiar and gorgeous master bedroom, Fu Jinbai was breathing rapidly, veins bulged on his forehead, his eyes were bloodshot, and it felt like there was a wildfire burning in his body, burning away his limited sanity bit by bit.
Fu Jinbai shook his head vigorously, raised his hand and slapped himself hard. He could clearly feel his cheek swelling up, and the pain made him regain some clarity.
He remembered the glass of milk he drank before going to bed, and a fierce look appeared in his dark and cold eyes. He bit his lips hard, and soon, his lips were bitten through, and bright red blood flowed out.
Was it that bitch who dared to drug him?!
"Da, da, da,"
The sound of unhurried footsteps came through the crack in the door, and with a "click", the door was pushed open by a slender hand.
"Fu Jinbai, I know you need me now." Shen Jiaoru shyly lowered her eyes and smiled, her lips curled up. Because she was too excited, the fingers covering her chest trembled slightly.
For the past three days, ever since she was photographed by Fu Jinbai, she has been imprisoned in Fu's house as a lowly servant, doing the dirtiest and most tiring work. Tonight is her only chance to turn things around.
Shen Jiaoru felt genuine panic and fear towards Fu Jinbai, as well as a slight dislike for him. After all, Fu Jinbai was once a slave bought by her Shen family. Even if he had turned over a new leaf now, it couldn't change his bloodline as a humble commoner.
But she also unconsciously fell in love with Fu Jinbai.
He was sinister, bloodthirsty, moody, and had a mysterious and powerful aura that was like poison, making her sink. She fell in love with Fu Jinbai, the slave she once hated the most.
But none of this matters anymore.
She wanted to be Fu Jinbai's woman, the envied Mrs. Fu, and once again become the most noble woman in the country of Hua.
Chen Jiaoru was wearing a cool black lace suspender nightgown. Even without wearing underwear, her outline was still plump, with a thin waist, long legs, and a curvy figure. In order to hide the fatigue from being tortured, she specially put on some exquisite and beautiful makeup, looking charming and lovely.
"Fu Jinbai, I know you hate the Shen family and you hate me, but that's all in the past." Shen Jiaoru's ears were red as she walked closer to the master bedroom. She stood in front of Fu Jinbai, her fingers covering her delicate red lips, her eyes moving. "Don't let hatred blind you. Let me be your antidote to resolve the hatred between our two families, okay?"
Fu Jinbai's dark eyes were filled with disgust. He exerted force with his hands and pinched Shen Jiaoru's neck. His cold narrow eyes were stained with a sinister scarlet: "Shen Jiaoru, dare you drug me?"
His voice was faintly fierce and cold, like a poisonous snake hiding in a deep pool, sinisterly wrapping around Shen Jiaoru's earlobe.
Shen Jiaoru shuddered suddenly, and she stared at Fu Jinbai with wide eyes in horror.
How to do it?
Doesn't it say that any man who drinks this drug, no matter how reserved he is, will be overwhelmed by desire and humbly beg for sex with women?
She was dressed like this, and yet Fu Jinbai was still sober?!
"Fu, Fu Jinbai..." Shen Jiaoru swallowed fearfully, with a hint of flattery in her eyes: "I'm doing this for your own good. I want to resolve the hatred in your heart. I want to be your woman. I love..."
Before Shen Jiaoru could finish her words, Fu Jinbai's slender, bony fingers suddenly exerted force, strangling her neck tightly, with a fierce dark light in his eyes: "Bitch, I'm going to kill you!"
The man's face was gloomy and cold to the extreme. His strong arms were bulging with veins, and his body was covered with a layer of hot sweat. His scarlet eyes stared at Shen Jiaoru intently. With just a slight shake, he pressed Shen Jiaoru to the bed.
His breathing became more and more rapid, his heart beat violently and painfully, and his head felt dizzy, but he pinched people with increasing strength.
"No, don't..." Shen Jiaoru was being strangled and couldn't breathe. The oxygen in her chest was getting less and less. Her face suddenly turned red. She rolled her eyes frequently and was about to faint. She struggled desperately and begged for mercy: "Fu, Fu Jinbai, let go!"
"You, you're...murder!"
Fu Jinbai sneered, with a strange smile on his face, pinching Shen Jiaoru tightly with both hands, admiring her painful and desperate expression due to suffocation.
Not enough, not enough!
This is not enough!!
Bitch, you must die!!!
Shen Jiaoru's cries for help became weaker and weaker. She thrashed around frantically, but no matter what she did, she couldn't move.
Tears of regret and despair rolled down her eyes. Shen Jiaoru's gaze gradually became blurred. Suddenly, she trembled and stared at the gorgeous crystal chandelier on the ceiling with wide eyes.
The whole person seemed to have lost all vitality, his limbs hung limply, his eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was hideous and terrifying!
Fu Jinbai still didn't let go. His sinister pupils suddenly shrank, like a black hole in the abyss, swallowing up all reason and light, and murderous intent surged endlessly.
Half an hour later, Fu Jinbai finally let go of Shen Jiaoru's neck and kicked her off the bed. He lay flat on the big bed, panting, with uncomfortable moans spilling from his lips and teeth, but he never made any move to relieve his desire, and just silently endured the effects of the medicine.
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