Soon, the rag that was gagging her mouth was soaked with blood, and she could only look desperately at Ning Zhuliu for help in pain and fear.
However, Ning Zhuliu seemed to be frightened by Ah Zhong's ruthlessness and cruelty, and fell to the ground in fright.
He watched, trembling, as Ning Jinyun was beaten to the point of near death.
...
On the other side.
When Tang Jun entered the room carrying his whip, he saw Ning Yuan huddled on the bed.
The girl seemed to have just woken up, her eyes glazed and somewhat bewildered as she looked at her bound hands and feet.
He smiled slightly and asked, "You're awake?"
He saw the girl in front of him suddenly look up, her large, dark eyes, like grapes, instantly filled with vigilance and defensiveness.
Tang Jun seemed to be in a better mood. He put the whip aside, picked up an enamel cup, and pulled up a stool next to her: "Would you like some water?"
Ning Yuan remained silent, staring coldly at him: "What do you want to do?"
Tang Jun reached out and lifted her chin with pity: "Your adoptive parents sold you to me. A smart girl like you should know that not resisting will save you from suffering, right?"
Ning Yuan raised her bound hands and pushed away his hand that was supporting her chin, saying expressionlessly, "Even if I don't resist, you'll still kill me in the end, won't you?"
Tang Jun, however, grabbed her wrists, which were bound with hemp rope, and forcefully pulled her in front of him, saying calmly—
There are comfortable ways to die and uncomfortable ways to die. Being strangled to death with a rope is different from being played to death.
He was pleased to see the petite girl in front of him suddenly stiffen.
Her beautiful big eyes were filled with fear and anger, sparkling like those of a fierce little animal.
Tang Jun reached out and roughly grabbed her face, then smiled and said, "Your big eyes must look beautiful when you cry. Young Master Rong certainly has a good eye for women."
Ning Yuan said expressionlessly, "It would be more interesting if your whole family cried at your grave!"
Tang Jun smiled, then suddenly flipped his wrist, grabbed Ning Yuan's hair and pulled her back, splashing the hot water from the enamel cup in his hand onto Ning Yuan's face.
Caught off guard, she was soaked in the face and choked a couple of times: "Cough cough cough..."
Fortunately, the water wasn't boiling hot, just warm.
Water streamed down her face and slender neck.
Ning Yuan was wearing a thin knitted cardigan for autumn, over a white shirt, which was immediately soaked with sweat.
The flesh-colored curves faintly revealed through her thin shirt and the humiliated expression on her face pleased Tang Jun.
A strange sense of pleasure flashed in his eyes: "See, I told you a face full of tears would look good. Has Young Master Rong ever made you cry?"
Ning Yuan felt disgusted and asked coldly, "You're not short of money, so why did you go to all this trouble to capture me? You can't possibly have really taken a liking to me. Who exactly sent you to kill me?"
Letting him continue this kind of talk about sex will only make this pervert feel good.
Tang Jun looked at the anger and disgust on her damp face, and a smirk appeared on his lips—
"You're a girl from a small town. Who could you marry? No background, no one to back you up. You dare to marry Young Master Rong. Tsk, you're born to be cannon fodder."
Without stopping, he ripped off her cardigan.
Ning Yuan ignored him and stared at him: "Is he from the capital? Rong Zhaonan's enemy, or someone close to him?"
Tang Jun hooked his hand around her collar and unbuttoned the first button: "What, now that you're with Young Master Rong, you're learning to use empty phrases too?"
Ning Yuan froze, then said coldly, "I'm just unwilling to accept it. Since I'm going to die anyway, can't I at least die knowing why?"
Tang Jun's fingertips unbuttoned her second button, and he sneered—
"Okay, let's exchange information. You tell me first, your self-defense skills were taught in university military training. Which instructor was so good at it?"
Ning Yuan remained unmoved: "It was Rong Zhaonan who taught me back in the village."
Tang Jun unbuttoned her third button, his gaze fixed on her face: "You haven't seen him since you went to university?"
Ning Yuan didn't speak and turned her face away.
Tang Jun impatiently grabbed her hair and pulled it back, forcing her to raise her face: "Speak!"
Ning Yuan's face flushed red as she glared at him resentfully and shouted, "Yes, I haven't seen him since he left, so what? So what? I'm the one who didn't want him!!"
Tang Jun was stunned, looking at Ning Yuan's resentful eyes, which were red and filled with tears.
After a while, he suddenly sneered: "Ha, you're so angry because Young Master Rong doesn't want you anymore?"
So you didn't want to answer because you felt abandoned?
Tang Jun was completely relieved.
That day, he suddenly discovered that Ning Yuanhui's self-defense techniques had exceeded the scope of normal self-defense techniques.
It's not something you can learn from military training.
Although He Su said they hadn't found Rong Zhaonan's whereabouts, he had a strange sense of danger in his heart—
If Rong Zhaonan taught her, could he be right next to Ning Yuan?
If Rong Zhaonan were with Ning Yuan, it would be dangerous for him to act rashly.
"Tsk tsk... These people in high positions of power, when they're down on their luck, they still act like human beings, but once they're back in their positions, where is there even a trace of humanity left?"
Tang Jun sighed as he unbuttoned the last button on Ning Yuan's shirt, his expression almost one of pity.
It's unclear whether he was pitying Ning Yuan or himself.
Tang Jun's gaze lingered on her slender, snow-white body, which was only clad in underwear beneath her torn collar.
He smiled and said, "Young Master Rong is so clueless about romance. It's such a waste that you're with him. Since you're being so obedient, I'll be gentle this first time."
Tang Jun lifted her bound hands upwards, then lowered his head with a fierce, lustful gaze and bit down at her soft breasts.
But as soon as he lowered his head, he suddenly felt something on his neck!
He was suddenly startled and noticed that the rope in Ning Yuan's hand had come loose at some point.
She looked up and suddenly crossed her hands over the rope, pulling hard from both sides!
Tang Jun was startled by the choking and reached back to pull the rope around his neck, while using his other hand to strangle Ning Yuan's neck!
But Ning Yuan seemed to have rehearsed it many times.
Before he could make a move, it suddenly sprang up and slammed its entire upper body into his nose—"Thump!"
That impact used almost all of her strength!
"Damn it! Ah!" Tang Jun's nose was almost broken in an instant. He cried out in pain, his head buzzing!
Despite feeling the same dizziness, Ning Yuan immediately pulled on the rope in her hand, using it to support herself by choking Tang Jun's neck, and flipped herself up!
She was almost ready to cut the ropes binding her.
But when Tang Jun suddenly came in, she could only try to stay calm and deal with him with a mix of truth and falsehood, not daring to act rashly.
After all, he had never served in the military and lacked long-term training and combat experience.
No matter how skilled Rong Zhaonan's master is, she's still a novice!
He could only try his best to master a few particularly useful close-combat survival moves within a month.
Her body reacted faster than her mind, remembering Rong Zhaonan's teachings—
In a close-quarters attack, suddenly use your forehead and the back of your head as weapons to smash into the enemy's vulnerable nose and eyes!
It will render the other party unable to react for a short period of time!
Yu Qiang was one of the victims!
She had tolerated Tang Jun's perverted behavior until now in order to lower his guard and strike him decisively!
Having succeeded in her move, Ning Yuan didn't try to strangle him; she knew she couldn't outmuscle a man in terms of strength.
Taking advantage of Tang Jun's dizziness, she grabbed the thermos she had already chosen and placed on the bedside table, and smashed it hard on his head—"Bang!"
The thermos slammed down on Tang Jun's head, shattering the mercury liner inside.
Half a pot of boiling water was poured over Tang Jun's head!
"Ah—!!" Tang Jun screamed in agony, and Ning Yuan turned around and ran outside nimbly.
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