Chapter 135 Hit Me?
Hearing his domineering words, Sang Ning's eyes reddened with anger, and she forcefully pushed away his hand that was pinching her chin.
"I've already left Beijing and come all the way to Jiangcheng, and I haven't gotten in your way at all, so why are you still making things difficult for me?"
"On what grounds?"
Jing Muchi's eyes flashed with annoyance as he gritted his teeth and said, "Sang Ning, that's a question I should be asking you. What gives you the right to bring up divorce?"
Sang Ning's pupils contracted slightly.
"Why did you marry me in the first place? Did you want a divorce after you used me? Did you think I, Jing Muchi, was someone you could summon and dismiss at will, huh?"
He then pinched her chin.
This time, she used a bit more force, and Sang Ning winced in pain. "You agreed to the divorce yourself, and I've already left with nothing as you requested, not taking a single penny from your house. What more do you want from me?"
She pushed his hand away again, looked up and met his gaze. "Besides, do you really mean to marry me? Aren't you just doing this for fun, because I'm easy for you to manipulate and control?"
Upon hearing this, Jing Muchi's expression stiffened for a moment, "I..."
"Yes, I had ulterior motives in marrying you, but you were the one who proposed the marriage. For the past three years, I have been dutifully fulfilling my role as your wife and taking care of your parents. I believe I have truly repaid the debt of gratitude I owe you."
Jing Muchi's hand, pressed against the wall, slowly clenched, staring intently at her. "So, in your heart, our marriage... was just a transaction?"
Sang Ning's heart clenched, and she took a deep breath. "Isn't that right?"
"Oh!"
Jing Muchi looked at her, a wicked smile creeping onto his lips. "Yes, how could it not be?"
Sang Ning looked at his increasingly dangerous gaze, and her heart trembled slightly. "You, what do you want to do?"
"do what?"
Jing Muchi's hand slowly stroked her fair neck. "There's still a month before we get the divorce certificate. Since it's a transaction, I naturally can't waste this last bit of remaining value."
After saying that, he grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her forward, then lowered his head and fiercely sealed her lips with his.
"Hmm..."
His kisses were always fierce and wild.
Sang Ning's tongue ached from his teasing. She struggled fiercely, but the man held her neck tightly, and she could not escape even slightly. She could only let him harass her wantonly.
Jing Muchi only let go of her when she couldn't breathe.
Sang Ning gasped for breath and, almost without thinking, slapped him across the face.
With a "smack," Jing Muchi's head was knocked to the side. He was stunned for a moment, then touched the cheek with the tip of his tongue before slowly turning his head to look at Sang Ning.
"Hit me?"
Sang Ning regretted it the moment he finished the fight.
He was the most pampered young master of the Jing family. His two older brothers and sisters doted on him, and his mother spoiled him so much that she wanted to pamper him to the extreme.
He was all-powerful in the Jing family; who would dare to lay a finger on him?
And she actually slapped him in the face.
Looking at his flushed face and deep, dark eyes, Sang Ning hesitated, curling her hands in fear and staring at him, unable to speak.
"Fine, since we've already fought, I can't let myself be taken advantage of."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand. Sang Ning thought he was going to hit him back, so she subconsciously closed her eyes and held her breath.
Three seconds later, the expected pain did not come; instead, her glasses were removed from the bridge of her nose.
She was stunned for a moment, then opened her eyes in confusion. Through her blurry vision, she saw Jing Muchi raise his hand, and then heard a "click" from the shoe cabinet next to her. Her glasses had been thrown there.
The next second, her waist tightened suddenly, and her lips were kissed again.
"Hmm..."
Surrounded by an intense aura of aggression, Sang Ning panicked and pounded on his shoulder, "Bastard, you... let me go..."
Ignoring her struggles and cries, Jing Muchi held her tightly around the waist, pinned her against the wall, and did to her... the thing he had wanted to do to her ever since the night he saw her after returning to the country...
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After nearly an hour, the crying and the man's heavy breathing inside the house gradually subsided.
Jing Muchi looked down at the woman who had just been crying and cursing him. Now, her cheeks were flushed with the aftermath, her eyes were brimming with tears, and she was limp. If he hadn't been holding her waist, she wouldn't have been able to stand up.
Jing Muchi's gaze softened, and he gently stroked her long, sweat-dampened hair that clung to her cheeks.
He then lowered his head and kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Once she had recovered, he bent down and picked her up.
He turned and walked inside.
Sang Ning rented a studio apartment, the layout of which is immediately apparent.
Inside, there's a small living room, a kitchen and a small balcony on the left, and a bathroom and bedroom on the right.
Jing Muchi carried the person into the bathroom.
Then--
Less than ten minutes after they went inside, they could faintly hear a woman sobbing and pleading again...
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It was late at night.
Jing Muchi had been feeling frustrated and depressed ever since the divorce proposal was brought up, and it wasn't until tonight that he finally felt relieved and released.
The woman beside him was so tired that she fell asleep as soon as he was carried to bed. Jing Muchi, however, was full of energy. He lay down next to Sang Ning and watched her sleeping face with satisfaction.
Her cheeks were rosy and fair, her long, moist eyelashes drooped, and her small mouth was slightly pursed in grievance.
She nestled beside him, so small, she looked just like a little white rabbit that had been bullied.
Looking at her like this, Jing Muchi suddenly recalled the scene when he first met her.
That was at his mother's birthday dinner three years ago.
That night, his mother invited all the well-known socialites and heiresses in Beijing.
It was called a birthday party, but it was actually a large-scale blind date party held for him.
His mother didn't want him to start a business abroad and tried to tie him down through marriage.
At the gala dinner, elegant ladies vie for attention, their gowns either extravagantly gorgeous or subtly sexy.
They all wanted to win his favor and become the fourth young mistress of the Jing family.
In such an environment, Sang Ning's clothing and behavior were completely out of place with the theme of the evening.
Her silver-gray dress was so dignified and formal that it covered her from head to toe, barely revealing her arms.
Her long hair was tied up, revealing only her slender, fair swan neck.
Her conservative attire perfectly showcased her elegant and refined temperament, and her face, in particular, was quite striking among the women.
In the banquet hall, the socialites were almost all circling around Jing Muchi, or doing something to attract his attention.
Only Sang Ning stood far away in a quiet corner of the banquet hall, looking charmingly helpless, her large, unfocused eyes darting around blankly.
After a while, she stopped a waiter who was carrying drinks and asked him something. Then, lifting her skirt, she walked slowly in one direction, looking anxious.
He found the socialites who were hanging around in front of Jing Muchi annoying, but the strange Sang Ning attracted his attention a few more times.
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