21 – He Wants to Lock Her Up at Home Completely
“We’re home, Young Madam.” The driver wiped his old face, stopped the car, and got out first, trembling as he called out, “Young Master.”
“Get lost!”
The man’s eyes seemed to spit fire, shooting a sharp glare at the driver.
“…”
“Bai Ruanruan!!”
A roar erupted, making the driver’s heart tremble. When he came back to his senses, he saw their young master bending down and climbing entirely into the car, followed by various sounds coming from inside.
“Ouch.”
“…”
“Jiang Yihan, you’re crushing me—the flowers, my flowers.”
Inside the car, Jiang Yihan grabbed the girl’s soft, pale little hand, pinning it against the backrest. Breathing heavily, he frantically locked her hands with handcuffs, his alcohol-laden breath washing over Bai Ruanruan’s cheeks.
He caught her, he finally caught her!
“Have you been drinking?” Bai Ruanruan tilted her small face upward. “Who made our baby angry?”
Her peripheral gaze fell on the man’s injured hand, and her expression instantly changed. Before she could ask, Jiang Yihan, with reddened eyes, instinctively locked her hands tightly, then bundled her up, tucked her into his arms, and carried her out of the car.
Then, still acting on instinct, he pressed her head against his chest, possessively refusing to let her look at anyone or allow anyone to glance at her. Continuing on instinct, he walked unsteadily toward the house.
“Jiang Yihan?”
Bai Ruanruan turned her head to look at the large bouquet of roses she had bought, now ruined beyond recognition by him, petals shattered and scattered inside and outside the car.
“Come back!” Jiang Yihan domineeringly pressed the girl’s head back against his chest.
“…”
In the hall:
The culprit who had caused the young master to tear the house apart had returned. The servants stealthily peeked out, watching their young master and the person in his arms.
That witch Bai Ruanruan had deceived their young master yet again. Did her conscience not ache at all?
As soon as they entered the hall, Bai Ruanruan snuggled against Jiang Yihan’s chest and glanced around the house.
“???”
Had a pack of huskies broken in?
Or maybe dozens, even hundreds of them?
Not a single thing was intact, everything so shattered it was impossible to tell what they originally were.
And she hadn’t even been gone that long.
“Bang—”
Jiang Yihan carried Bai Ruanruan into the bedroom and kicked the door shut with one foot.
Reeking of alcohol, he roughly tossed the girl in his arms onto the large bed, then turned to rummage through the closet.
Soon, he pulled out a pair of shackles.
Bai Ruanruan was dazed from being thrown, and as soon as she sat up, the man grabbed her ankle.
“What’s wrong?”
Jiang Yihan crouched by the bed, a tuft of hair sticking up on his head. His words were slurred with alcohol, his consciousness hazy as he instinctively complained, “Liar, you’re nothing but a liar.”
He was going to lock her up at home for good.
“Click—”
The cold shackles clamped around Bai Ruanruan’s ankles.
“Jiang Yihan?”
The man, who had been hanging his head, suddenly looked up. His narrow phoenix eyes were tinged with red, his gaze burning as it fixed on Bai Ruanruan.
Even though the girl was already locked up, he was still terrified she might escape, gripping her ankle tightly with his large hand.
“Why are you tying me up?” A faint smile curled at the corner of Bai Ruanruan’s lips.
“Shut up! Just shut up!”
Jiang Yihan reached out to cover the girl’s mouth, then pushed her down onto the bed.
This woman who abandoned and deceived her husband!
Bai Ruanruan: “”
So rough.
With a stray hair sticking up, Jiang Yihan grabbed the girl’s handcuffed wrists and pinned them above her head…