Xu Qingyun's pupils trembled slightly, and she immediately pushed him away, leaving a slap mark on her face.
"Why did your mother hit you? Did you just let her hit you?" Xu Qingyun felt a surge of anger that she herself couldn't understand.
Ji Hanchen gave a self-deprecating laugh, "Otherwise what? Could I fight back? Even if she doesn't like me, she still gave birth to me and raised me."
This was the second time Xu Qingyun had heard Ji Hanchen mention that Ren Anjing didn't like him tonight.
However, she didn't even ask Ji Hanchen if his mother liked him.
It was Ji Hanchen who brought up this topic, and it felt like Ji Hanchen longed for Ren Anjing to love him.
Xu Qingyun understood Ji Hanchen very well and could empathize with him, and suddenly felt a little sorry for him.
"Ji Hanchen, go take a shower first. You're feeling cold and you'll easily catch a cold," Xu Qingyun said, closing the door behind her.
There were Ji Hanchen's spare clothes at home, and Ji Hanchen had stayed here for one night before, so Xu Qingyun was no longer as resistant as last time.
Moreover, with Ji Hanchen around, she wasn't so afraid. She felt that with this man there, she didn't have to worry about anyone breaking in.
Ji Hanchen can give Xu Qingyun a sense of security.
Xu Qingyun didn't lock the door this time and fell asleep as soon as she lay down on the bed.
But just as she was about to fall asleep, there was a knock on the door.
Xu Qingyun frowned slightly. "Ji Hanchen, is something the matter?"
The door was opened from the outside, and Ji Hanchen stood in the doorway holding a pillow, looking very sullen. "Yunyun."
Xu Qingyun's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he brought her a pillow because he wanted to...sleep with her?!
"Yunyun, I'm scared, can... I sleep with you?" Ji Hanchen asked in a muffled voice.
Xu Qingyun choked, speechless for a moment, and almost laughed out of anger.
"Ji Hanchen, listen to what you're saying?"
A grown man who's 1.88 meters tall, telling a girl he's scared? And wanting to sleep with her?!
She felt that Ji Hanchen was a repressed and eccentric person. He always seemed aloof and ascetic, and could be called a "Buddhist" just by wearing Buddhist beads, but he always did things that made people's imaginations run wild.
Ji Hanchen walked straight into the room. "Yunyun, I'm really scared. All I can think about is Ms. Ren punishing me."
"When I was three years old, I cried because I wanted Ms. Ren to hug me. She threw me out in the rain and made me kneel down. I had a high fever for three days."
When I was four years old, I was afraid to sleep alone, so Ms. Ren locked me in the basement and turned off the power.
When I was five, I didn't want to go to my math class and ran away, so she left me alone in the wild.
When I was six years old, I was afraid of dogs, so Ms. Ren pushed me in front of a Tibetan Mastiff.
When I was seven years old, I was punished for stealing a piece of cream cake. I was made to eat a ten-inch cream cake and vomited all night.
"Yunyun, these memories are indelible, I can't forget them."
Ji Hanchen choked up more and more as he spoke.
His voice was hoarse and strained, as if it had been scorched by smoke and fire.
In the end, he was completely unable to make a sound.
His words were like a rope, tightly wrapped around Xu Qingyun's neck, making it hard for her to breathe.
Xu Sen had never treated her badly, but he had never been this perverted before.
Is Ms. Ren Ji Hanchen's biological mother?
Everything Ji Hanchen said was cruelly outrageous!
Ms. Ren doesn't not love Ji Hanchen, she hates him, doesn't she?!
At that moment, Xu Qingyun felt an unbearable pain in her heart and all she wanted to do was hug this man tightly!
So she lifted the covers and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Ji Hanchen, come here, I'll hold you while you sleep."
Ji Hanchen walked over, lay down in bed, and naturally wrapped his arms around Xu Qingyun's slender waist.
Xu Qingyun suddenly froze.
She had never been so intimate with any man before, and felt completely paralyzed.
"Ji Hanchen, be gentle, this is making me uncomfortable," Xu Qingyun reminded him.
Ji Hanchen, however, wrapped his arms around Xu Qingyun's waist, trapping her tightly in his embrace, as if he wanted to crush her into his very bones.
The man held her tightly, and Xu Qingyun's face was almost pressed between Ji Hanchen's neck, making it difficult for her to breathe.
But she couldn't resist, and she could feel that Ji Hanchen was really in pain and trying hard to restrain himself, so she couldn't bear to push him away.
Once Ji Hanchen fell asleep, Xu Qingyun slowly pushed him out of his embrace.
By this time, she was covered in sweat.
She looked at the sleeping Ji Hanchen with a complicated expression.
Everyone envies Ji Hanchen for being a chosen one, the crown prince of Beijing's elite circles, but how many people know about his unhappy childhood?
Ms. Ren, you're so mean.
**
The Ji family ancestral home.
Ren Anjing entered the house at five in the morning.
The butler had already received the news and had been waiting at the door.
Upon seeing Ren Anjing enter, the butler bowed and said, "Madam."
Ren Anjing gave a cold "hmm" and went straight to the master bedroom on the third floor, pulling back Ji Huai's blanket.
Ji Huai woke up instantly and shivered.
Upon seeing his wife, Ji Huai's eyes lit up instantly. "Jingjing is back! Come and give her a hug."
Ren Anjing sat down on the sofa, frowning as she looked at Ji Huai, "What's the deal with that Xu Qingyun?!"
Ji Huai felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, his smile vanished, and he asked, "What? What happened?"
"You know it yourself! Ji Huai, Han Chen is your own son, the future heir of the Ji family. Are you, as his father, just going to let him run wild like this?"
Ren Anjing launched into a barrage of questions, her tone stern and her attitude cold, behaving like a leader reprimanding a subordinate, showing no semblance of a husband and wife.
Ji Huai's face instantly darkened. "You've been gone for six years, leaving me all alone at home. The first thing you do when you come back isn't to be affectionate with your husband, but to scold me like I'm a grandson. Don't you think that's going too far?"
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