The experience of that night became Jiang Chen’s complete nightmare.
She had thought the torment she endured was nearing its limit, never imagining that demon had countless terrifying ways to make her redefine her limits once again.
“You… you’re just a pervert! You… you…”
She cursed with every foul word she had heard in her eighteen years, trying to vent her rage.
Unfortunately, her mouth was gagged once more.
This kind of humiliation was something she had never experienced before. Even that night when Liu Rui Feng choked her and pinned her on the sofa, even that night when Chen Shuping and Jiang Jiaguang kicked and punched her, she had never given up hope.
But now… the shame she suffered was even harder to bear than death.
“Jiang Chen, I gave you a new life. Shouldn’t you serve me properly?”
The man’s forehead was sweating, his large hand firmly pressing down on the girl’s head as he laughed wildly and unrestrained.
Tears of humiliation streamed down her cheeks.
Jiang Chen closed her eyes.
If she hadn’t met him that day, would things have been better?
Even if she had been beaten to death by those men, would that have been better than this?
She passed out.
So comfortable.
A warm, soft towel gently wiped her cheeks. Jiang Chen sighed in comfort, then slowly opened her eyes.
“Young miss, you’re awake.”
What met her eyes was still Aunt Zhao’s face, full of concern. “Young miss, you have a fever. Here, take this fever reducer first.”
“How did I…”
Jiang Chen tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness overwhelmed her.
She frowned and pressed her temples.
“Young miss, don’t sit up. You’re burning up right now. Be good and take the fever reducer first. I’ll check your temperature again later. If you still have a high fever, I’ll ask Mr. Lu’s private doctor to come see you.”
“No!”
The moment Jiang Chen heard the words “Mr. Lu,” her face instantly turned pale.
“I don’t want it, I don’t want him! Aunt Zhao, don’t call him, don’t call anyone related to him!”
“Alright, alright, I won’t call, we won’t call.”
Seeing Jiang Chen like this, Aunt Zhao knew she must have been ‘tormented’ by Mr. Lu again for a long time last night. Helpless, she could only gently hold the girl’s slender shoulders and soothe her softly, “We won’t call anyone, young miss. Don’t be afraid. Let me take care of you, okay?”
She helped Jiang Chen lie back down.
“Young miss, take the medicine first, then you can…”
Jiang Chen directly interrupted Aunt Zhao, “Aunt Zhao, I won’t take it.”
Aunt Zhao was shocked, “Silly child, your fever is at forty degrees. How can you not take medicine? Be good and take the fever reducer quickly.”
“Aunt Zhao, thank you.”
Jiang Chen pulled the covers over her head, “I want to sleep for a while.”
“But you… oh, you child… why suffer like this?”
Seeing Jiang Chen so stubborn, Aunt Zhao could only helplessly leave the bedroom.
Her temperature kept rising. Jiang Chen could feel her breathing becoming rapid and her heartbeat speeding up.
The sheets beneath her were already soaked with cold sweat.
The dizziness grew stronger and stronger.
She curled up, trying to make herself more comfortable.
For the entire day, she shut herself in her room, refusing all food, water, and medication.
“Miss, you can’t do this. If the high fever doesn’t break, it could cause serious harm to your body. Miss, please listen to me. If you don’t want to see Mr. Lu’s doctor, then let me take you to the hospital, okay? Miss, there’s only hope if you’re alive. You’re so young, your life has just begun~!!”
Aunt Zhao kept knocking on the door, her voice filled with urgency.
Perhaps the person who cared about her most in this world was Aunt Zhao.
Jiang Chen laughed at herself mockingly.
She drifted off into a hazy sleep again.
Cool water slowly trickled into her parched, sore throat.
Burning with fever and delirious, her lips had long since dried and cracked. For this “heaven-sent relief,” she instinctively reached out her arms, wanting more.
A low, hoarse male voice sounded by her ear,
“Didn’t you say you didn’t want to live anymore? Why is your will to survive still so strong?”
Jiang Chen’s breath caught, her pupils instantly dilating.
What met her eyes was Lu Jin’s strikingly handsome face.
The man looked down at her, a playful smile curling at the corner of his lips. He was still wearing his suit jacket from outside, carrying a faint scent of tobacco.
Why had he come back?
Didn’t Aunt Zhao say he was usually very busy?
Why would he be home at this hour?!
Trembling with fear, Jiang Chen instinctively tried to escape.
“I thought you were nearly dead, but it seems you’re still quite spirited.”
A large hand pulled her firmly into his embrace, and once again she met those mocking eyes. “It would be such a pity if the toy I worked so hard to obtain broke after just two days of play.”
His bone structure was so exquisite, like a noble young master straight out of a manga. Yet his personality was so cruel, his words cutting deep without a trace.
“You… are simply… a bastard!”
Her throat was terribly hoarse; every word Jiang Chen spoke felt like knives slicing through it.
Pinned tightly in his embrace, unable to move an inch, she could only widen her eyes as much as possible, using her last ounce of strength to protest.
Sure enough, Lu Jin curved his lips into a harmless smile.
He leaned down, his thin lips lightly brushing against the girl’s smooth skin. “Since you can still curse, it means you won’t die.”
“You… mmm…”
Her lips were captured once more.
Only this time, it was Lu Jin’s lips.
Then, cool water slowly flowed into her mouth.
Her swollen, painful throat found relief again.
Jiang Chen finally stopped struggling.
“Why won’t you listen?”
His large hand gently brushed the sweat-dampened hair from her forehead, his tone as tender as a lover’s whisper. “Why didn’t you take medicine when you had a fever? Or were you trying to get my attention, insisting that I personally take care of you to be satisfied?”
Jiang Chen opened her eyes, glaring coldly at the smiling man before her.
“I’d rather I never met you that day.”
The man’s smile vanished.
The previously curved eyes gradually turned fierce and unhinged.
His originally cool and refined demeanor suddenly turned sinister.
His large hand silently moved to her throat, lingering there, stroking back and forth.
Finally, Lu Jin spoke, each word deliberate. “What did you just say?”