Qian Yueqian was completely frightened by Duan Jiaxu's threat. She no longer dared to say a word. She could only lower her head silently and mechanically shovel food into her mouth.
The atmosphere at the table suddenly became extremely dull and depressing, as if even the air had frozen.
Only the sound of chopsticks colliding with dishes seemed particularly harsh in this silent space.
Seeing Song Jiao leaving the restaurant, Duan Jiaxu suddenly stood up and overturned the table with his foot.
The tableware and food instantly fell to the ground with a sharp shattering sound. Qian Yueqian was frightened and trembled all over. She looked up in horror, only to see Duan Jiaxu walking towards her step by step.
He reached out and grabbed Qian Yueqian's neck, squeezing her so hard that she could hardly breathe. "I remember I should have told you not to come to Qian Jiu wearing these clothes and carrying things. Don't you understand?"
Duan Jiaxu's voice was cold and fierce, as if it came from the depths of hell.
Qian Yueqian was pinched so hard that she couldn't breathe. She struggled desperately, grabbing Duan Jiaxu's arms with her hands.
Her face had turned purple, her eyes filled with fear and pleading. "I was wrong, Duan Jiaxu! I was really wrong." She struggled to squeeze out a few words, her voice hoarse and trembling.
"Please let me go, okay? I promise to be a good boy!" Qian Yueqian continued to beg for mercy, tears already sliding down the corners of her eyes.
Only at this moment did she truly realize what a terrible man she had offended.
Duan Jiaxu snorted coldly and let go of his hand.
Qian Yueqian collapsed on the ground as if she had been pardoned, gasping for breath.
Her eyes were filled with fear and anxiety, like a frightened deer.
"If you do it again, get out!" Duan Jiaxu said coldly, turned around and left the restaurant.
His back looked even more cold and ruthless under the light.
Only after Duan Jiaxu left did Aunt Zhao dare to come over.
She glanced at Qian Yueqian, who was slumped on the ground, with a look of disdain and pity. "Every time the master brings someone back, he always gives her a dress like this. If you put on this dress, isn't it the same as telling Madam that you and the master are already together?"
Aunt Zhao's words made Qian Yueqian understand instantly that all this was caused by her own cleverness.
Qian Yueqian's face turned pale as snow, and her eyes gradually became confused and helpless.
"Why is this happening? Why didn't you remind me before? Why?" She looked up blankly, looking at Aunt Zhao fiercely.
She had never thought of exposing herself so early, let alone letting Qianjiu know what had happened now.
But now everything is irreversible.
What should I do? What should I do? Qian Yueqian's heart was filled with panic and fear.
She knew she had no way out and could only forge ahead. But where exactly was the road ahead? She felt lost and helpless.
Aunt Zhao looked at Qian Yueqian's expression and felt completely bewildered. "Miss Qian, you're acting like a whore and yet you're really annoying. After all, you've already done what a whore does, and you're still worried about being discovered?"
Her words were like sharp needles that pierced Qian Yueqian's heart, making her feel like dying.
Qian Yueqian can only go to Duan Jiaxu and ask her to leave here.
She stood up, took a deep breath, and tried to calm her panic and fear.
Then, she turned and walked towards Duan Jiaxu's study. She knew that only he could save her now.
The door of the study was closed. Qian Yueqian hesitated for a moment, but finally plucked up the courage to knock on the door.
There was no response from the door, so she knocked a few more times, her voice trembling. "Duan Jiaxu, I know you're in there. I have something to tell you."
After a while, the door was finally opened.
Duan Jiaxu looked at her coldly, without a trace of warmth in his eyes. "What else do you have to say?"
Qian Yueqian bit her lip and mustered up the courage to say, "I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have done that. I didn't expect Qian Jiu to know about this!"
Duan Jiaxu laughed coldly, "Do you think I will believe your nonsense?"
Qian Yueqian hurriedly shook her head, "No, I didn't lie. I really know I was wrong, and I am willing to do anything for you to make up for my mistake. I just ask you not to drive me away, okay?" Her voice was full of pleading and earnestness.
"As long as I can follow you, it doesn't matter even if I don't appear next to you!"
Duan Jiaxu looked at her tearful face, and a gloomy smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Anything is possible?"
"For you, I'm willing to do anything!"
"Well, come with me."
The furnishings in the room were luxurious, and the marble floor was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the light from the dazzling crystal chandelier above.
There are valuable oil paintings hanging on the walls, each of which is worth a fortune.
The furniture is all custom-made, with smooth lines and exquisite carvings, and you can tell at first glance that it is priceless.
Song Jiao sat on the soft sofa, fiddling with an exquisite laptop in her hands.
She is not idle when she stays in the room every day. She uses the dark web to sell information. Because the information is very accurate, she has now made tens of millions.
Just as Song Jiao was immersed in her own world, Tuanzi's prompt suddenly rang in her mind: "Host, Qian Yueqian is now looking for Duan Jiaxu, but she is tied to a seat in the basement and is being tortured."
Song Jiao was slightly stunned, then she turned on the system screen. The picture displayed on the screen made her gasp in amazement.
Qian Yueqian was tied naked to a chair, her hands were hung high, and her feet were tightly bound.
Her face was full of fear and pain, and Duan Jiaxu in front of her was holding a whip and whipping her continuously.
Every whip would leave a bloody mark on the fair skin.
"Tsk tsk tsk, you really know how to play! Are you short of energy so you use props to make up for it?" Song Jiao couldn't help but sneer.
She was still wondering what trick she could use to make Qian Yueqian come to be tortured, and it really just happened by adding fuel to the fire.
"Duan Jiaxu, stop hitting me! Stop hitting me." Qian Yueqian kept begging for mercy.
However, Duan Jiaxu didn't seem to have any intention of stopping.
His eyes were full of madness and brutality, as if only this could make him feel satisfied and happy.
Qian Yueqian's cries and pleas for mercy echoed in the basement, but Duan Jiaxu turned a deaf ear and continued his atrocities.
Song Jiao looked at the picture on the screen and felt a chill in her heart.
She knew that Duan Jiaxu looked handsome on the surface, but his heart was full of twisted and perverted desires.
And Qian Yueqian was just a plaything in his hands.
In the hands of such a person, she had no chance of escape at all.
Song Jiao murmured to herself, "Qian Yueqian, you must enjoy it. After all, the fun has just begun."
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