"Kill you?"
"Don't think I can't?"
Seeing the unmistakable murderous intent in Jing Min's eyes, Chu Wuyang closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and her shoulders stiffening.
She had no doubt that he would stop.
However, the expected feeling of suffocation did not occur.
A sudden ringing of the telephone shattered the oppressive silence.
Jingmin seemed to be pulled back to reality from some kind of daze.
My fingertips trembled slightly.
He slowly released his grip on her neck.
"Want to die?"
His voice was low and hoarse, as if he had just been pulled out of an abyss.
"I'll just let you die like this?"
"That's so boring."
He looked down at her, like a black panther with its fangs drawn, elegant yet deadly.
Cool fingertips brushed across her cheek, gently wiping away the scalding tears.
The movements were so gentle they were almost tender, yet they were even more chilling than the violence from before.
The phone was still ringing; I didn't know who was calling.
Yet it carried an unusual urgency.
Jing Min frowned, a hint of impatience flashing across his face, showing no intention of accepting the answer.
Instead, he watched with great interest as she trembled, still shaken from her near-death experience.
"Don't rush, I can't bear to see you die so quickly."
As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned down, took her soft, white hand in his, lowered his head and gently kissed her palm, then bit it.
The force was just right.
It's like both a loving intimacy and a cruel punishment!
Chu Wuyang trembled instinctively and shrank into his arms.
Jing Min looked down at her.
As if finally capturing a pleasing scene, his expression softened somewhat.
Even the sound has become much more normal.
"You are so lucky."
His tone was somewhat sarcastic.
“Since the old man paid for my child’s life, your debt can be forgiven.”
He paused, his gaze suddenly darkening.
His fingertips slowly slid over her collarbone, as if weighing something.
"As for that fatal shot you fired yourself—"
He leaned down, close to her ear, his voice low and husky, almost cruel.
"Then use your body to put up a good fight."
Having said that, he suddenly leaned down and bit her, his movements anything but gentle.
Chu Wuyang instinctively tried to dodge, but Jing Min forcefully turned her back to the right side.
As their lips intertwined, his long tongue relentlessly probed into her mouth.
Chu Wuyang was still struggling to push him away, but he grabbed her wrist with his other hand.
She stared at the man's calm face, devoid of any lust, filled only with the punishing intent of hatred.
She was like a helpless doll, manipulated by him without any pity, her primal desires being vented to their fullest extent.
She stared blankly at the ceiling light that kept swaying.
She guessed that the phone ringing earlier must have been from Mo Sangyu. The distinctive ringtone had brought Jing Min back to his senses, saving her from being strangled by him.
The bell is still ringing.
His wife's call was a clear reminder that she was having an affair with a married man.
This humiliation was even harder for her to accept than being strangled. He truly knew how to torment her.
Those who plotted against him all met with bad ends.
"Did you kill Old Master Jin?"
Chu Wuyang had considered the possibility of him taking revenge on Old Master Jin, but he never expected that he would do so so soon after returning to the Jin family.
After all, Old Master Jin didn't have much time left to live, but he couldn't even wait that little bit longer.
Moreover, with Old Master Jin alive and holding sway over the Jin family, Jingmin, who had nothing at the time, didn't have to endure too much hardship.
Jing Min, who had been leaning over her neck, slowly raised his head, his eyes cold, but a mocking smile played on his lips.
"What, are you surprised?"
He scoffed softly, his tone slow as a blade gently slicing through flesh—
"He's supposed to be able to predict everything, but I wonder if he's even able to predict his own fate!"
"When you two set up this trap together, did you ever think that the hunter would one day become the hunted?"
He suddenly paused, his gaze fixed on her with a chilling coldness.
"Didn't you ever think that one day you'd be lying beneath me, trembling with fear?"
"Chu Wuyang, you'll have to pay for this with your life."
After saying that, he kissed her roughly again, not caring whether she wanted to or not.
During their struggle, Chu Wuyang touched the deep scars on his back.
The struggle stopped abruptly.
A wave of immense guilt washed over me.
Her reason was crumbling.
Deep down, she wanted to make amends and let him be, but her body couldn't resist him either, and she even started to unconsciously reciprocate his advances.
However, the phone, which had just stopped ringing, suddenly started ringing again.
It was as if a thunderbolt had struck my mind.
In an instant, my inner sense of morality was awakened.
Chu Wuyang suddenly woke up with a start and bit Jing Min's lip until it bled.
Last night could be explained as an accident she was unaware of.
But just now… she almost succumbed to his temptations and fell into depravity.
"hiss--!"
Jing Min winced in pain, but when he saw the humiliation in Chu Wuyang's eyes, he felt a surge of pleasure.
He glanced at the phone still lit up on the bedside table, instantly understanding what was happening. A slight smile played on his lips.
"Chu Wuyang, how does it feel to have an affair?"
"Isn't it exciting to sleep with another woman's man?"
Chu Wuyang felt as if her heart had been stabbed.
Another man?
He now has a wife he loves, and his relationship with her is nothing more than a toy and a form of revenge.
If you want her life, just take it.
She wouldn't obediently let him humiliate her like that.
"I won't be your mistress."
She gritted her teeth, used the last of her strength to push him away, staggered into the bathroom, and locked the door.
She leaned against the door and slowly slid down to sit on the floor.
The sound of Jingmin answering the phone outside reached her ears; his voice was deep and gentle, his tone soothing and considerate.
It was like a tenderness that belonged exclusively to another woman.
Separated by a door,
Chu Wuyang could imagine that his eyes were gentle and his tone was restrained, completely different from the cold and tough man who had just been with her.
The sound is getting softer and softer.
With a click, the door closed.
Utter silence descended.
She sat there blankly for a moment.
It was Mo Sangyu on the phone.
If she looks for him, he will definitely go back.
A sudden tightness in my chest.
She struggled to her feet, walked to the shower area, untied her towel, and let it slip off.
The mirror reflected the mottled marks all over my body—my collarbone, my sides, even deep in my thighs.
All traces of violence, devoid of any gentleness—redness, swelling, and bruises.
It was like an insult, showing no tenderness whatsoever!
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