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The largest lecture hall at Jinghang University.
The professor on stage spoke eloquently.
Jiang Chen sat in the last row, her cheeks flushed a frightening red. She bit her lower lip tightly, afraid that the shameful sounds would escape her lips.
She hated him, and she hated her own sensitive body even more.
Fine beads of sweat covered the girl’s smooth forehead as she panted softly.
Finally, she could bear it no longer.
Jiang Chen tilted her head slightly, her misty eyes filled with restraint and pleading.
“Mr. Lu, please… don’t do this. Don’t bully me here. I beg you, please don’t… don’t…”
The man beside her was tall, handsome, and elegantly dressed, clearly out of place in this classroom.
Hearing the girl’s plea, he slowly leaned down, his thin lips brushing against her ear as he chuckled softly. “Tell me, what does the name I gave you mean?”
She dared not refuse to answer his question.
Summoning the last shred of her rationality, Jiang Chen trembled and spoke, “My name is Jiang Chen. ‘Chen’ means… unconditional submission to you.”
“Good.” The man was very satisfied with her answer.
Gazing at the girl’s flushed neck, he smiled seductively. “The way you look now… do you want to continue the class or come with me?”
Jiang Chen wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes fiercely and pleaded hoarsely, “Take me away. I don’t want to do bad things here. Mr. Lu, let’s… let’s go somewhere else. Your car, please?”
“So obedient.” The man leaned down and gently kissed her tear-filled eyes. “Good girls deserve proper rewards.”
A month ago, she hadn’t met this man, didn’t have this name, her body wasn’t this sensitive, and she would never have uttered such shameful words.
Her original name was—Jiang Zui.
A month ago, she still lived in that twisted household, suffering from perverted peeping.
Jiang Zui could hardly believe that Chen Xi, the son her aunt brought into the family, was actually… using her photo…
That day, while cleaning her room at home, Jiang Zui accidentally heard strange noises coming from Chen Xi’s room. Unable to resist her curiosity, she tiptoed over.
Chen Xi’s door wasn’t locked, leaving a narrow crack.
Jiang Zui leaned closer.
With just one glance, she froze.
A wave of intense nausea washed over her, churning her stomach violently. Jiang Zui leaned against the wall and slowly knelt down, retching uncontrollably.
She wished she had gone blind.
“Auntie, your son… your son is actually using my photo…”
Tears of humiliation instantly streamed down her face.
Jiang Zui’s parents had passed away early, so she had been living with her uncle Jiang Jiaguang’s family since childhood.
Chen Xi was clearly startled by Jiang Zui’s cry.
He quickly stood up and tidied up the “mess.”
“What’s wrong? Why are you shouting so loudly? You scared me.” Chen Shuping walked out with a face mask on, glaring at Jiang Zui. “You brat, what are you yelling about all day?”
“Auntie, Chen Xi actually, actually…” Jiang Zui couldn’t finish her sentence, leaning against the wall and retching again.
“What on earth happened?”
Chen Shuping turned to her precious son. “Xixi, what’s going on?”
Chen Xi had already graduated from a technical college but hadn’t found a job. He lived off the pensions of his father Jiang Jiaguang and mother Chen Shuping, a complete and utter shut-in.
“Mom, it’s really not a big deal. I was just relaxing, and Zui Zui happened to see me, that’s all.”
Chen Xi shrugged, speaking with utter nonchalance.
Jiang Zui was stunned by Chen Xi’s shameless words.
“Chen Xi, you’re a bastard! How could you do such a thing?! You’re insane…”
Slap!
A crisp slap echoed.
Jiang Zui covered her face, staring at Chen Shuping in disbelief.
“You little brat, hitting you is going easy on you!” Chen Shuping jabbed Jiang Zui’s forehead forcefully. “Did all your schooling go to waste?! How could you curse at Xi Xi like that?!”
“He was the one who did something disgusting first!” Jiang Zui argued back, her eyes reddening.
“What do you mean ‘disgusting’?!” Chen Shuping was even angrier than Jiang Zui. “Xi Xi is in his prime, what’s wrong with having normal male needs? He’s not stealing or robbing, and you’re not losing any flesh!”
Jiang Zui’s pupils instantly dilated, her entire body frozen in place as if nailed down by invisible spikes.
Is this something a normal person would say?
“Get back to work! Making such a fuss over nothing! I really regret raising you this big—such an ungrateful wretch, never thinking about shouldering more for the family.”
Chen Shuping slammed the door as she left.
“Hehe, don’t make such a big fuss about it next time.”
Chen Xi shamelessly leaned in closer. His face was covered in acne scars, and due to long hours of gaming, his skin was excessively oily, looking even more disgusting up close.
“My dear Zui Zui, don’t peek through the door anymore. If you like it, you’re welcome to come to my room anytime. I’ll put on a live show for you, okay?”
His dark red lips moved as he spoke, releasing a wave of intense bad breath.
Jiang Zui nearly fainted from the stench.
“Chen Xi, you’re utterly perverted! You, you’re just…”
Furious, her chest heaved violently. She couldn’t find the right words to describe the scumbag in front of her.
That greasy, large face shamelessly leaned in again. “Zui Zui, you’re too seductive. Your eyes are like they’re charged with electricity—they’ve completely bewitched me. Zui Zui, you’re so beautiful. Could you let me…”
Slap!
A resounding slap.
“Fuck you! You actually hit me!”
Chen Xi covered his face, glaring with bloodshot eyes. “Bitch, I was giving you face! I touched you because I thought highly of you!”
“Get out of here! You lunatic! You pervert!”
Jiang Zui fought back desperately, refusing to yield even if it meant death.
Bang!
The door was forcefully pushed open.
“What are you two doing?!” Chen Shuping rushed over in two steps, pulling Chen Xi away. “How old are you both? Still roughhousing like children?”
“Mom, Jiang Zui hit me! Look, my face is red from her slap!”
Chen Xi complained to Chen Shuping, covering his face with an aggrieved expression.
“Son, go back to your room first. Mom needs to talk to Zui Zui.”
Chen Shuping pushed her son into his room.
Jiang Zui lowered her head and shrank into the corner.
She knew she was about to be punished again.
Unexpectedly, Chen Shuping slowly sat down in front of Jiang Zui. With unprecedented gentleness, she smiled softly at the girl.
“Zui Zui, you’re finally eighteen.”
Chen Shuping stroked the girl’s lovely face, her eyes filled with terrifying desire.