23 – She is his, his alone.
“You lied to me again! You lied to me again!”
Suddenly, Jiang Yihan bit Bai Ruanruan’s neck fiercely, then grabbed her shoulders, shaking her violently as he roared loudly, “You went out to see that scoundrel Mu Xuan again! You’re planning to run off with him!”
Bai Ruanruan felt dizzy from his shaking and deliberately adopted a submissive tone, feigning grievance, “Huh? Baby, he was the one who came looking for me and forced me to leave. If the police hadn’t beaten him up and taken him to the station for questioning, I would have been abducted by him.”
Jiang Yihan’s cheeks, flushed and soft with drunkenness, were hazy as he exhaled the scent of alcohol, “I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it. You even brought back the flowers he gave you—roses, no less!”
She loved that man so much.
“Those were flowers I bought to give to you, baby.”
“No matter what you say, I’ll never believe you again, absolutely not! Bai Ruanruan, if I believe you again, I’m a dog, a dog!”
He had said it before—he would believe her one last time—and now his trust had been thrown to the dogs.
He flipped her over, pinning her down…
“Baby, let go of me and listen to me properly, okay?”
The man firmly trapped her legs, his kisses rough yet lingering, wild yet meticulously pressing against the girl. His voice was hoarse and captivating, “If I let go, you’ll run away.”
Bai Ruanruan: “…”
“You are mine, only mine.”
His alone.
He would hide her away, keep her hidden so that Mu Xuan, that wild man, and everyone else in the world would never have the chance to covet her.
Outside the door:
Lin Da stood with a group of servants at the bedroom door, trembling with anxiety as they waited for their young master, prepared for any emergency in case their drunken and out-of-control young master got into trouble.
However, to the servants’ surprise, “There’s no sound of anything breaking inside?”
Lin Da pressed his ear against the door, listening carefully. Before long, he heard faint moaning sounds. He was overjoyed, a look of relief spreading across his face. “Listen, that’s the wretched cry of Bai Ruanruan, the witch. The young master has finally hardened his heart and is willing to teach her a proper lesson. This time, he’ll surely break her legs.”
The servants were puzzled and leaned closer to the door.
Sure enough, muffled moans and gasps could be heard from inside the room.
Lin Da felt a sense of satisfaction, as if a “great vengeance” had been exacted, and he let out a deep sigh of relief.
The young master had cherished that witch Bai Ruanruan for so long, but now he had finally seen her true colors.
Even if he had been beaten up like this, it was worth it!
“Everyone, go downstairs,” Lin Da said, his head swollen and bruised.
“Yes,” the servants replied, rubbing their noses, their ears tinged with a suspicious red, their expressions unnatural.
Well, well, it seemed the young master was indeed willing to “teach” the young mistress a lesson.
No wonder, no wonder at all.
No wonder the young master seemed bewitched by the young mistress, willing to let her go out on her own.
It turned out the young mistress had used a trick even more powerful than a honey trap!
The next day, when Bai Ruanruan woke up, her back ached, her legs cramped, and she was locked inside the room. Jiang Yihan was long gone.
And where was Jiang Yihan?
In the hall at that moment, a certain man’s slender fingers gripped the edge of the table tightly as he stared remorsefully at a pile of crushed petals on the table.
He knew these were flowers that wild man had given to Bai Ruanruan, but he still refused to accept the truth. Clinging to a sliver of hope, he told himself that she had really bought them to give to him.
And yet, the first flowers she had ever given him were now destroyed by his own hands.
“What is this thing?”
A hand reached over, took the wilted petals from the table, and carelessly tore one in half, toying with it.
“Whoosh—”
Jiang Yihan shot a cold, piercing glare, fixing Jiang Yanxi with a deathly stare.