Chapter 40 Mistress
Lu Qian's face was so red that blood seemed to be dripping out. She kept pulling at the hem of her clothes, trying to cover her chest.
Cheng Yi's eyes darkened, an indescribable darkness lingering between his brows. He opened his dry mouth and asked in a low, hoarse voice, "Is this what you mean by a problem?"
“…”
Lu Qian bit her lower lip and nodded with a trembling voice, "They, they might... have given me the wrong one."
Lu Qian's long legs were still twisting and turning, and her round knees were rubbing against each other, as if to ignite the fire in Cheng Yi's heart.
"But, can I change into a new outfit..."
Lu Qian lowered his head helplessly, nervously covering his body with his hands, not knowing what to do.
"Can't."
Cheng Yi's voice of refusal became even more muffled, and his beast-like aura enveloped Lu Qian, making her breathless with shame.
Before she could say anything, she was lifted up by strong arms.
Being picked up in such a position, Lu Qian panicked and wrapped his arms tightly around Cheng Yi's neck.
"W-What are you doing…"
Lu Qian's face was already dizzy from the heat of his own body, and even his voice became sticky.
Cheng Yi said nothing, holding Lu Qian in his arms, and walked straight to the big bed in the room.
“Hmm…”
Lu Qian was thrown onto the bed by Cheng Yi. Even the high-end latex mattress could not completely reduce the force of the fall, and Lu Qian groaned softly.
Cheng Yi untied the tie at his collar, tore open the buttons on his chest, and pounced on him like a wild beast.
Lu Qian was frightened by Cheng Yi's irrational behavior. She pressed her cold little hands against his hot chest, and her eyes turned red.
"Cheng Yi, Cheng Yi, don't..."
“Hmm…”
There was no time for her to refuse, and the strong and passionate kiss came down.
His rough and hot hands wandered between Lu Qian's waist and legs, and the burning touch was like an electric current running through her whole body.
Lu Qian wanted to escape, but her slender waist was firmly held by the man's big hands.
Cheng Yi picked her up and the two of them cuddled together in an ambiguous manner.
Lu Qian felt the beast awakening and his body suddenly stiffened.
Cheng Yi felt the reaction of the person in his arms with satisfaction. He moved his big hands to her round little buttocks and pushed them up hard, bringing the two of them closer together.
Lu Qian heard the satisfied, heavy breathing becoming heavier and heavier, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.
Cheng Yi left her lips and kissed her jaw, neck, collarbone, all the way down until he stopped at her round breasts.
A hot and wet feeling came from her chest. She grabbed Cheng Yi's hair and screamed in refusal: "No! No!"
Cheng Yi raised his dangerous eyes, and his golden-brown pupils were now like a wolf capturing its prey, wanting to tear Lu Qian to pieces and annihilate him.
"Do you want to have a say?"
His voice was filled with lust and was extremely hoarse.
Lu Qian shook her head frantically, tears rolling down her cheeks. "No... I don't want to be your mistress..."
Cheng Yi's movements were startled by her words.
He slowly raised his body and looked down at the ignorant woman in front of him.
"Mistress?" Cheng Yi grabbed Lu Qian's chin forcefully and asked viciously, "Do you think I brought you back just to make you my mistress?"
Lu Qian was so frightened that he didn't have the time to think about the meaning behind Cheng Yi's words.
"I'd rather die than be someone else's mistress!"
Lu Qian bit her lips hard, her crying eyes filled with disgust and fear.
That look made Cheng Yi feel that Lu Qian was looking at some extremely dirty garbage.
Cheng Yi's anger was aroused to an unprecedented level in an instant, and he grabbed Lu Qian's slender neck.
The neck was so thin that if he exerted a little force now, the woman would completely disappear from the world.
Cheng Yi's face was cold, and he folded his five fingers slightly, "If you want to die, I will grant your wish."
“Hmm…”
The throat was strangled and the breathing difficulty made Lu Qian groan in pain.
Gradually, the groaning became too weak to be heard and weakened into an incomprehensible sob.
Lu Qian could feel the air in her lungs being consumed bit by bit. She tried to raise her hand to grab Cheng Yi's wrist, but no matter how hard she scratched, dug, or clawed, she couldn't move that pincer-like hand at all.
Due to lack of oxygen, my temples started throbbing, my scalp started to ache, and my whole face became congested and hot.
But that feeling of being on the verge of death actually brought Lu Qian a moment of calmness.
Dead? It doesn't matter if he's dead.
If you die, you won't have to face so many things.
Just when she was about to face death calmly, the hand that was restraining her suddenly loosened.
"Cough, cough cough... cough."
A large amount of air rushed into Lu Qian's lungs, and he couldn't consume it for a while. He covered his aching chest and coughed violently.
"ha……"
She took deep gulps of air, and her neck, which had been gripped so tightly, still felt painful with every breath she took.
"roll."
Cheng Yi's extremely cold order came to his ears. The voice was deep and violent, and the cold temperature was so sharp that it seemed to pierce Lu Qian's heart.
Lu Qian forced himself to hold on despite his weak limbs, picked up his clothes, and fled from the man like a flash.
“Pah.”
The door was tightly closed.
Lu Qian's legs went limp, and he leaned against the cold wall of the corridor and gradually slid down.
She knelt humbly on the ground, crying as she put on her T-shirts and jackets one by one, not caring whether they were appropriate or not, and not even knowing what was inside and what was outside, she just focused on putting them on.
It seems that if you wear more layers, you will feel more secure.
She bent her knees and curled herself up.
The servants passing by saw her like this and wanted to go up to her but didn't dare.
It would not be a wise choice for anyone to show goodwill to a woman who has been kicked out by the head of the household.
Lu Qian's tears fell more and more. She was not a crybaby like this.
After all, crying too much will make people dislike you, and it has been like this since you were a child.
In this completely unfamiliar environment, Lu Qian didn't even dare to cry.
The marble tiles in the corridor were a little cold. She ran out of the room without even wearing shoes, and the soles of her feet were stiff from the cold.
She stretched out her hands, which were also stiff with fear, and rubbed them constantly.
Lu Qian would never become anyone's mistress, even if it was to the tyrant Cheng Yi.
If her father hadn't been with another woman, would her life have been a little happier?
But if you think about it, it wasn't the woman's fault. She probably didn't even know that her father had a family in a foreign land far away from home.
Lu Qian couldn't help but wonder, is she some kind of plague god? Why is there no one willing to accept her?
But she didn't want to think that she was pitiful. If a person even felt sorry for himself, then he was truly pitiful to the extreme.
Lu Qian had a headache from crying so much, and the process of holding back her tears made it even more unbearable for her.
The aftereffects of yesterday's kidnapping still lingered in Lu Qian's heart, and his nerves could no longer withstand the strain.
A hazy feeling of drowsiness swept over Lu Qian. He felt that he had not slept enough in the morning, and now he was completely exhausted.
Lu Qian felt a little cold leaning against the wall, so she tried to curl up her body to reduce the contact area with the floor and the wall, and then she fell asleep in a daze.
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