Chapter 8 Did my brother touch you?
The sports car sped through the night, eventually circling back to a high-end apartment building near University A.
This is a private property under Zhou Shiye's name.
When Wen Yu was admitted to the Fine Arts Department of A University, Zhou Shiye bought this place.
As the elevator ascended, Wen Yu was carried by Zhou Shiye into the penthouse apartment.
The apartment has a minimalist style, mainly using black, white and gray tones.
The huge floor-to-ceiling windows offer a dazzling view of the city at night, but this only makes the interior feel more empty and desolate.
As soon as the door closed, Zhou Shiye pinned Wen Yu against the cold entryway wall.
The lights were off, and the room was dim, with only the faint moonlight filtering in from the window, outlining the man's taut profile.
Zhou Shiye gripped Wen Yu's chin very tightly.
His breathing was heavy, his chest heaving violently, and the emotions surging in his eyes were even more intense than the night outside the window.
"Could you trouble me?"
Zhou Shiye's slightly calloused fingertips rubbed hard against Wen Yu's lips, his voice low and husky.
Wen Yu trembled slightly at the ruthlessness in his tone, her eyelashes fluttering wildly, but he held her chin and she couldn't dodge.
Zhou Shiye stared at Wen Yu's submissive yet secretly struggling appearance, and his anger flared even more.
His forehead touched hers, and as their noses met, their hot breaths mingled.
"Wen Yu, do you fucking think that I, Zhou Shiye, am just a nuisance to you, someone you can summon and dismiss at will?"
“Look at me.”
Wen Yu was forced to raise her eyes and meet Zhou Shiye's deep, dark eyes in the dim light.
His eyes held a deep, lingering anger, a lingering fear, and a possessiveness she couldn't understand.
"Listen to me carefully,"
Zhou Shiye practically spat out those words through clenched teeth, each syllable brimming with burning force: "Your business, from the day you stepped into the Zhou family, has been my business for the hell."
"If you are bullied, it's like slapping me in the face."
"It's telling others that I, Zhou Shiye, am incompetent and can't even protect my own woman."
Do you understand?
"I……"
Wen Yu's lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to explain, but before she could finish speaking, Zhou Shiye suddenly tightened his arms, holding Wen Yu even more tightly in his embrace.
The force was so strong that it made her bones ache, silencing her from saying anything more.
You have no choice.
Zhou Shiye stared at Wen Yu's slightly furrowed brows, which were contorted in pain, and said in a resolute tone: "You have no choice but to ask me for help, do you understand?"
Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Shiye's kiss landed on him again.
Unlike the violence inside the car, this time it seemed to carry a certain certainty.
The man's kisses moved from Wen Yu's lips to her neck, and then to the faded marks on her collarbone.
He sucked hard, imprinting his own mark on the scar.
Wen Yu was trapped between the wall and Zhou Shiye's burning body, with nowhere to escape.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Shiye carried Wen Yu horizontally into the bedroom and threw her onto the large bed.
Then he turned and stepped into the laundry room. When he came out, he was carrying a large white men's shirt.
Zhou Shiye threw the clothes to Wen Yu.
"Change out of those lousy clothes you're wearing."
Wen Yu looked at the finely made shirt that had been thrown at her, hesitated for a moment, and then turned around.
She slowly took off her turtleneck sweater and put on the oversized shirt.
In an instant, Zhou Shiye's masculine aura enveloped her completely.
The man's shirt was very large, so large that the cuffs covered Wen Yu's hands, and the hem reached her thighs, hanging loosely.
Zhou Shiye's gaze was fixed intently on Wen Yu.
Looking at her wearing his shirt, so slender and delicate, yet exuding an unconscious allure, the man's Adam's apple bobbed.
A moment later, Zhou Shiye stepped forward, hugged Wen Yu from behind, and reached out to unbutton her buttons one by one without hesitation or hesitation.
Wen Yu's body stiffened, and she closed her eyes, preparing to withstand the storm to come.
However, the anticipated invasion did not occur.
The man took her hand, his warm palm stiffly touching the bruises on Wen Yu's wrist that he had gripped so tightly.
He then lowered his head, his warm lips and tongue licking the bruise.
The touch was moist and warm, completely different from Zhou Shiye's usual roughness.
It's more like... cautiously trying to please?
Wen Yu opened her eyes in shock, staring incredulously at the silver head buried in her wrist.
What is Zhou Shiye doing?
Perhaps sensing the gaze, Zhou Shiye raised his head and met Wen Yu's astonished look.
A hint of embarrassment flashed across the man's eyes, only to be quickly replaced by a deeper darkness.
He growled impatiently, "What are you looking at? You'll hurt me... and ruin my touch."
As if to cover up the abnormality of that moment, he put his large hand around the back of Wen Yu's head, lowered his head, and covered her lips with his.
The next kiss was urgent and deep, with an irresistible force that threw Wen Yu's thoughts and questions into disarray.
In her hazy consciousness, Wen Yu heard the man whisper in her ear in a very low, indistinct voice.
“You are mine… Do you hear me? Wen Yu, you can only be mine…”
"No one can bully you... except me..."
"Don't hide...don't run away..."
"Next time you get bullied... you have to tell me."
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The next day, Wen Yu woke up groggily and found that it was already dawn.
The air seemed to still carry Zhou Shiye's chilling aura, mixed with the languid repression that followed the fading of passion and desire.
The spot next to me was already empty, and I could hear the sound of water coming from the direction of the bathroom.
And Zhou Shiye's suppressed, hoarse, and ruthless voice on the other end of the phone.
“That woman from the Cheng family…yes, tell her to get lost.”
"I don't want to see her in City A again, and I don't want to hear any gossip about last night."
"Her family's small building materials company?"
"Okay, you decide what to do."
The sound of water stopped abruptly.
The door was opened, and Zhou Shiye walked out wearing only a bath towel.
Water droplets, not yet dried, rolled down the man's muscular chest and abs, disappearing into the towel wrapped around his waist.
The man's hair was damp, with a few strands of silver-gray hair falling across his forehead, making his excessively handsome face less arrogant and more like a lazy morning.
But his eyes remained cold.
Zhou Shiye glanced at Wen Yu, who was already awake on the bed but curled up and motionless, and walked straight into the dressing room as if he hadn't seen her.
When he came out again, the man was carrying a shirt and casual pants, which he casually tossed next to Wen Yu.
Zhou Shiye picked up the shirt with his long, slender hands, turned around and put it on, his back muscles moving smoothly and gracefully.
Only after fastening the last button did Zhou Shiye turn around, his cold gaze falling on Wen Yu.
"You don't need to go back to the dormitory."
The man's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion. He casually tossed a black access card to Wen Yu's side.
"We'll live here from now on,"
Zhou Shiye, with his cufflinks fastened, didn't even lift his eyelids: "The property management and security guards are all my people, so it's safe."
Wen Yu's heart tightened.
In an instant, the icy touch spread from the fingertips that gripped the access card to my heart.
She recalled the scene in the art studio yesterday.
Teacher Qin stood behind her, looking at the thick, impenetrable blue on the drawing board, and sighed.
"Wen Yu, you have a good sense of color and a keen eye for capturing light and shadow."
Teacher Qin's voice was gentle, yet incisive: "But the brushstrokes are too tight, as if hiding too many... secrets? Especially this oppressive blue, it's like painting a cage."
Holding the access card, Wen Yu felt that Teacher Qin's words had come true.
It really felt like she had been transferred from a crowded, noisy, and chaotic collective cage to this more luxurious, private, and suffocating canary cage.
Zhou Shiye had already changed his clothes and was now wearing a neatly tailored casual outfit.
Lacking the restraint of formal attire, he exudes an aura that keeps strangers at bay.
He picked up his car keys, looked at Wen Yu who was still sitting on the bed in a daze, and urged her impatiently, "Don't you have class today? Let's go, I'll give you a ride."
Wen Yu looked down at the men's shirt she was wearing, but didn't say anything.
Zhou Shiye: "..."
He looked at the shirt he was wearing, which belonged to him, and clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"Trouble, wait a bit."
Zhou Shiye turned and left in frustration.
When he returned, he was carrying a shopping bag.
"Put it on."
Zhou Shiye placed the bag next to Wen Yu and stood still.
Wen Yu gripped her shirt tightly, unwilling to move.
Zhou Shiye stood with his hands in his pockets, slowly staring at her, his eyes radiating an invisible pressure.
Wen Yu had to slowly get out of bed.
She turned around, her back to Zhou Shiye.
Zhou Shiye watched Wen Yu's retreating figure and laughed in exasperation.
"Turn around. What haven't I seen before?"
Last night the light was dim, but now it's bright. If she turns around... the marks Zhou Yingchen left on her body will definitely be discovered.
Wen Yu was flustered and confused.
After a long silence, she tried to explain: "You, you left too many traces last night."
The next moment, Wen Yu was turned around by having her shoulders grasped, and the man raised his hand to unbutton her clothes one by one.
The soft warmth touched the cool air, and Wen Yu closed her eyes tightly.
"Tsk, that's quite a lot."
Zhou Shiye looked away, his Adam's apple bobbing loudly, then turned around and uttered a sentence.
"Come out after you've changed your clothes."
Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
A dozen minutes later, Wen Yu was sitting in Zhou Shiye's car.
The car was cramped, and the faint smell of tobacco emanating from Zhou Shiye was everywhere, threatening Wen Yu's breath.
As he approached the school gate, Zhou Shiye slowed down and took out his wallet.
The man fiddled with the black cards for a few moments, then took one out.
Just as he was about to hand it to Wen Yu, a photo with curled edges unexpectedly slipped out from inside the wallet.
Wen Yu subconsciously looked over.
The photo shows a girl.
The girl, dressed in a white dress, sat in a rattan chair in the garden of the Zhou family's old house, her face turned to the side, intently looking at a book open on her lap.
The early summer sunlight filtered through the wisteria trellis, casting hazy, dappled light and shadow on her.
Yes, Wen Yu, who is seventeen years old?
And from this angle, it's clearly a candid shot?
Wen Yu looked up at Zhou Shiye in shock.
Zhou Shiye stiffly bent down and scooped up the photo.
His knuckles were taut and white from the force, and a fleeting look of embarrassment at being caught red-handed flashed across his usually unruly face.
Then, it was replaced by an even more turbulent outburst of anger.
"What are you looking at? It's just a photo I'm too lazy to throw away."
Zhou Shiye reached out and grabbed Wen Yu's slender wrist, the force so strong it made her frown, his questioning voice laced with danger.
Having seen something, without waiting for Wen Yu's reply, Zhou Shiye ruthlessly pulled her closer, his other hand's fingertips roughly grinding against the left side of Wen Yu's neck near her ear.
"What's this?"
Zhou Shiye stared intently at Wen Yu with a sinister look in his eyes, a terrifying undercurrent surging within his light brown pupils.
The man's voice was extremely low, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth: "My brother touched you?"
Wen Yu could no longer care about the photos; her heart was so tense she almost stopped.
No, it's not.
Wen Yu's face turned deathly pale. She shook her head frantically, her voice trembling, "It was you, it was you... you were too rough yesterday..."
Zhou Shiye stared intently at Wen Yu, as if trying to discern the truthfulness of her words from every subtle expression on her face.
He pinched Wen Yu's chin, forcing her to tilt her head back, revealing her delicate and slender neck.
Then he lowered his head and, as punishment, forcefully sucked a more glaring red mark on the sensitive skin on the side of her neck.
In the distance, in a discreet luxury car, Shen Jinhuai, sitting in the back seat, stared intently in the direction Wen Yu was.
A restrained darkness surged within the man's deep eyes.
Only after Wen Yu got out of the car did Shen Jinhuai slowly loosen his tightly clenched palm, revealing several red marks on his pale hand.
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