001: His Name is Pei Jinye
[Trigger Warnings: Angst (Includes bullying, physical restraint, etc.!!) (FL-biased readers, enter with caution)]
[All male characters in this book who like the female lead are clean! (For those who prefer “clean” leads, you may enter)]
[Forced Love + Angst + Crazy/Yandere/Villain + Unscrupulous + Strong Possession]
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A deep sense of suffocation engulfed Wen Yan.
She could no longer remember how she had been dragged in here.
She only remembered being struck hard on the back of her neck. When she woke up again, she was in this place—the men’s restroom.
The stench of urine mixed with sweat continuously assaulted her nose.
They burned her shoulders with cigarette butts, poured buckets of cold water over her head…
This bullying and torture had lasted for nearly an hour.
Yet, they still had not stopped.
At this moment, Wen Yan was slumped on the cold tiles. Her long, beautiful black hair was a tangled mess. Her lip was split, and blood mixed with saliva flowed uncontrollably, soaking her collar. Her back had long since been drenched in cold sweat, causing her uniform, which had been torn into a disheveled state, to cling tightly to her skin.
Another bucket of ice-cold water was poured over her head; she was reaching the point of numbness.
But at that moment, a series of “click, click” sounds rang out—the sound of shutters being pressed.
Wen Yan was startled by the sound. Enduring the overwhelming dizziness in her head, she struggled to look up.
Several phone screens were pointed directly at her. The blinding flashes went off again and again, clearly recording her most wretched and humiliated state.
Wen Yan found a sudden burst of strength from nowhere. Staggering to her feet, she lunged recklessly toward the nearest phone, her voice hoarse and filled with desperate sobs.
“Stop! Don’t take pictures! All of you, stop!!”
Instead of stopping, their sneers and mockery grew even louder.
“Oho, you dare to resist? Brother Ye specifically gave orders for us to take ‘good care’ of you!”
“Look at yourself right now. You’re not even as good as a stray dog on the street, are you?”
“…”
Wen Yan clenched her fists. Taking advantage of the moment their guard was lowered as they mocked her, she bent down and quickly pushed past them, fleeing the men’s restroom.
However, just as she ran out, she slammed headlong into a hard chest that smelled strongly of tobacco.
She looked up in a panic.
A tall youth stood there with his hands in his pockets, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. His dazzling blonde hair complemented his sharp, arrogant features. His narrow eyes squinted slightly, staring at her without blinking.
It was as if he were looking at a dying prey.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Wen Yan lowered her head, trying to bypass him, but he gripped her shoulder firmly and dragged her back by force.
“I asked you a question! Are you fucking deaf or blind!”
His voice was loud and filled with towering rage. Wen Yan trembled in fear, but she still stubbornly tilted her head up and said to him word by word, “I have nothing to say to you.”
“Oh? Nothing to say to me?” He squeezed the cigarette burn on her shoulder hard and laughed contemptuously. “Then how about I go have a chat with that half-dead father of yours?”
Wen Yan’s pupils constricted. “Pei Jinye! Don’t you dare touch him again!”
Not long ago, her father had been suddenly hit by a van. The driver had fled and had yet to be caught, and her father was seriously injured, currently lying unconscious in the hospital.
As luck—or fate—would have it, before her father was hit, she had crossed paths with Pei Jinye.
Once, after evening self-study, Wen Yan was passing through a remote alley and happened to witness Pei Jinye beating someone with a gun. The person was covered in blood and on the verge of death.
Wen Yan called the police in time and saved the person.
Pei Jinye was taken to the police station. Wen Yan thought he would face legal punishment, but to her surprise, she ran into him at school the very next day.
That day after school, he had people drag her away and bullied her mercilessly. He even locked her in the equipment room for a day and a night, where she nearly starved to death.
Only later did she realize that the person she had provoked was the demon of this American university who committed every kind of evil—Pei Jinye.
He was biracial, born with a violent and tyrannical nature in his very bones. Most students in the school had been bullied by him, and almost no one was not afraid of him. Yet, because his family was wealthy and powerful, no matter how much he bullied others, he always emerged unscathed.
He was cold-blooded, brutal, unscrupulous, and loved to destroy all beautiful things—especially the Eastern beauty before him.
Watching her look of obvious fear while she tried to stay strong, a sickly sense of satisfaction nearly overflowed from the depths of his eyes.
He tossed his cigarette onto the ground and crushed it with the tip of his shoe. “Fine, I can leave him alone, but you have to beg me.”
Wen Yan was stunned for a moment.
In the next second, her slender, fragile neck was seized. The man’s sinister gaze drew closer inch by inch as he said fiercely:
“Did you not hear me? I said, beg me.”
Wen Yan bit her lip. She didn’t want to beg. But her father was still lying in the hospital; she had no choice but to beg.
She gritted her teeth, and after a long moment, she finally spoke, her voice dry.
“…I… beg you.”
“What?” The man tilted his head slightly. “Louder. I didn’t hear you.”
Wen Yan’s heart pounded wildly. Her back molars were nearly crushed as she swallowed her pride, raising her voice slightly:
“I… I beg you…”
The man laughed wickedly.
“Too late.”
“You…!” Wen Yan’s cheeks instantly flushed a deep red as she shouted in anger, “You’re shameless!”
“Shameless? This is shameless? I can be even more shameless than this.”
After speaking, he gestured to the lackeys behind him. One of them respectfully handed a phone to him.
Pei Jinye opened the photo album, then turned the phone around, facing the screen toward Wen Yan.
“What do you think will happen if I post all of these on the school forum? Let everyone have a good look. What will they think of a… ‘good student’ like you?”
Wen Yan had excellent grades and had won many scholarships. She was a “three-good student” recognized by both teachers and classmates.
But right now, the album was filled with the wretched state of this model student—hair in disarray, bleeding lip, and even her clothes in a state of undress.
“Do whatever you want!”
Anyway, there were only three years left until graduation. As long as she could endure these three years, she could return to China!
As long as he didn’t touch her family, she didn’t care how he tortured her.
“Oh? You’re not even afraid of this?” A flash of surprise crossed Pei Jinye’s eyes, followed by an even more malicious smile at the corners of his mouth. “Then what if I film some even more exciting and interesting videos…”
“What do you want to do?!”
He brushed aside the damp hair on her forehead, his gaze lingering on her torn and open collar.
“Tell me, if everyone knew that a good student like you is actually a lowly, loose woman in private, wouldn’t they find that very exciting? Very interesting?”
Wen Yan’s head buzzed. Before she could react, one of the lackeys behind Pei Jinye suddenly shouted:
“This is bad, Brother Ye! A teacher is coming!”