Chapter 120 Is this place also mine?
Ruan Yao felt a lump in her throat but didn't say anything.
“When we were eating today, look at how Mom and Dad were. They kept telling Yanzhi to focus on his work, but they also kept praising him for being so capable.”
Ruan Sheng continued talking to himself, as if he were talking to her, but also as if he were talking to himself, "Do you think they really want to give it up? My mom secretly told me last night that the little cabbage she raised for more than 20 years was taken away in the blink of an eye, and she felt empty inside. I even saw her secretly wiping away tears on the balcony this afternoon."
Ruan Sheng's words were like a fine needle, pricking the softest spot in Ruan Yao's heart.
My eyes welled up with tears.
She sniffed, trying to make her voice sound steady.
"Brother... he's really good to me."
“I’m not saying Huo Yanzhi is bad.” Ruan Sheng quickly waved his hand. “I know what kind of person he is. I just… I just feel it’s too fast, a little unreal.”
He turned his head and looked at Ruan Yao intently.
"Yaoyao, you are my only sister. I hope you get married because you really want to, not for any other reason. I hope you will be happy for the rest of your life, and that no one can bully you or make you suffer any grievances."
"Brother, I know." Ruan Yao sniffed and forced a smile.
"Don't worry, Huo Yanzhi treats me very well, even better than you can imagine. I will be happy for the rest of my life."
Ruan Sheng sighed and ruffled her hair.
"Alright, go inside quickly. It's late at night, don't catch a cold."
Watching Ruan Sheng's car disappear into the night, Ruan Yao turned around and pressed the keypad lock.
The huge villa was pitch black and so quiet that you could hear your own breathing.
As the daytime hustle and bustle faded, a sense of emptiness washed over me.
She didn't turn on the main lights, only left a small wall lamp in the entryway, put the plate of sweet and sour fish that she had specially packed back but hardly touched into the refrigerator, and then snuggled into the big bed with a cushion in her arms.
She took out her phone and sent a message to Huo Yanzhi.
[You're home! Are you still socializing? Drink less alcohol.]
The message was sent out, but it disappeared without a trace, receiving no response.
Ruan Yao stared at the black screen for a while, then couldn't help but send another message.
I've saved the fish for you; I'll heat it up for you later.
There has still been no response.
Time passed by, second by second.
The clock on the wall has its hour hand pointing to eleven o'clock.
Ruan Yao hugged her knees, curled up on the bed, her eyelids growing heavier and heavier.
She told herself that this is how business socializing is; you can't help it.
Perhaps they're still busy.
As she waited with this thought in mind, she unknowingly fell asleep.
late at night.
While she was asleep, Ruan Yao seemed to hear a slight noise coming from the entrance downstairs.
The same commotion as last time.
She jolted awake and suddenly opened her eyes.
Almost instinctively, she threw off the covers and ran downstairs barefoot, not even bothering to put on slippers.
The living room was pitch black, with only the cool moonlight streaming in through the huge French windows, spreading a silvery frost across the floor.
A tall and upright figure stood quietly in the entryway.
It was Huo Yanzhi.
He's finally back.
Ruan Yao felt a sense of relief, a mixture of sleepiness and worry making her voice soft and almost coquettish: "Yanzhi..."
She held onto the stair railing and walked quickly toward him.
As soon as she approached, an even stronger and more pungent smell of alcohol, more intense than before, swept over her, instantly enveloping her.
He stood in deep shadow, his expression inscrutable, yet a chilling gloom and oppression emanated from him.
This familiar scene made Ruan Yao suddenly stop in her tracks.
She looked up at him in astonishment, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
"Yanzhi...you're drunk again?"
Huo Yanzhi did not answer.
He stood there, like a silent iceberg.
She remembered the last time he came home reeking of alcohol, and then…
Ruan Yao's cheeks flushed slightly, and she subconsciously took a half step back, her voice soft and filled with worry.
"Why did you drink so much again? I... I'll go get you a glass of water."
As she spoke, she tried to walk past him to the kitchen to pour him a glass of warm water.
However, as soon as she turned around, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a large, hot hand.
The next second, the world spun around.
Ruan Yao let out a short gasp as he swept her up in his arms.
His arms were like iron hoops, tightly binding her, with such force that it hurt her.
He held her in his arms, and she could clearly smell the wine on his expensive handmade suit, as well as his unique, crisp ebony scent.
The two flavors intertwined, creating a dizzying and dangerous signal.
Huo Yanzhi held her in his arms, without saying a word, and walked steadily up to the second floor.
The motion-sensor lights in the stairwell turned on one by one with his footsteps, and then turned off one by one behind him. The light and shadow flickered on his cold and hard profile, making it difficult to see clearly.
Ruan Yao was flustered by his silent yet domineering demeanor. She instinctively pushed against his chest with both hands and struggled softly, "Yanzhi, put me down... I can walk by myself."
He ignored it.
Upon reaching the bedroom on the second floor, he didn't pause at all. He walked straight to the bedside, loosened his grip, and tossed her onto the soft, large bed.
Although the soft mattress cushioned most of the impact, Ruan Yao was still a little dizzy from the fall.
She struggled to prop herself up and looked at the man approaching her.
He ripped off his tie and tossed it on the ground, then slowly and deliberately unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his well-defined, muscular chest.
Moonlight streamed in through the gap in the curtains, which weren't fully drawn, casting a long, distorted shadow on him.
With each step he took, Ruan Yao's voice grew weaker and weaker.
“Yan Zhi…”
Without uttering a word, the man leaned in, his tall figure exuding immense pressure, casting her entirely in his shadow.
His kisses were no longer the usual tenderness and affection, but rather a punitive gnaw, fierce and urgent, like a wild beast that had been starving for a long time and had finally found its prey.
A sharp pain shot through her lips, and tears welled up in Ruan Yao's eyes. She felt wronged and scared.
She pushed against his hard chest, forcing out broken pleas for mercy from her throat.
"Ouch...it hurts..."
Her resistance and tears did not stop him; instead, they acted as a catalyst, making the madness in his eyes burn even brighter.
He grabbed her flailing wrist, lifted it high, and used one hand to firmly pin her above her head.
With his free hand, he grabbed her chin, forcing her to turn her head and endure his even more brutal plunder.
He swallowed all of Ruan Yao's sobs, tearing her apart and groping her without any rhyme or reason...
Ruan Yao was in pain, and her tears flowed even more fiercely.
He only pulled back slightly when she was almost suffocating from the kiss, but his actions didn't stop.
His scalding breath sprayed onto her face, his voice was terribly hoarse, as if it had been sanded, close to her ear, carrying a kind of obsessive madness.
This time, he didn't ask her if she loved him.
"Yaoyao, does everything about you belong only to me?"
Ruan Yao nodded without hesitation, looking at him with teary eyes.
"It's...it's yours..."
"Is this place mine too?"
His rough fingertips caressed her lips, which were red and swollen from being kissed, the force so strong that she flinched.
“Yes…” Her voice was broken.
What about here?
His hand slid down the graceful curve of her neck and finally stopped at her heart.
She could feel the heat of his palm and her own heart pounding in her chest.
"It's...it's yours too..."
Her compliance, her answer, was like lighting the final fuse.
Instead of a halt, they were met with even more ferocious plunder.
He ignored her cries and pleas, and instead used even more frantic actions to demand and prove himself.
It was as if he wanted to fill the bottomless black hole in his heart in this way.
This demand, which was full of punitive implications, lasted for an unknown period of time.
From initially bewildered and pleading for mercy, to later feeling powerless to bear it, Ruan Yao could only subconsciously respond to him again and again in each instance.
late at night.
She finally couldn't bear the endless torment and, in a violent throes, completely lost consciousness, her face still wet with tears.
Huo Yanzhi only stopped slowly when he felt the person in his arms finally calm down.
He wasn't drunk.
In the darkness, his eyes were terrifyingly clear, a deep, turbulent blackness filled with intense emotions.
He looked down at the girl who had fallen asleep in his arms.
Even in her sleep, her brows were slightly furrowed, and glistening teardrops clung to her long eyelashes, making her look like a pitiful doll that had been bullied terribly.
He lowered his head, tenderly kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then held her slender body tightly in his arms.
He gently traced the shape of her swollen lips with his fingertips, his voice deep and hoarse, carrying a hint of satisfaction after madness.
"Slender and graceful..."
He whispered in her ear.
You can only be mine.
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