Translator: Atlas Studios
Editor: Atlas Studios
For Liancheng Yazhi, the title Rong Yan meant ‘New lover.’
For Rong Yan, the title Liancheng Yazhi meant ‘Sugar daddy.’
From the very starting, their relationship was on level—one gave assist and the opposite obtained the assist. It was all within the title of cash, and it had nothing to do with love.
…
Two months later, in Beijing.
A heart-wrenching sound of ache broke the silence of the evening.
The person’s voice was chilly and merciless, and with robust resentment, he mentioned, “Lady, you’ll remorse it…”
“No, I’ll by no means remorse the selections I make, it doesn’t matter what the result is.” The girl’s voice trembled somewhat, someway revealing her worry in the mean time. Besides, she nonetheless tried to sound agency.
“I’ll let you understand how this phrase is written.” The person seized the lady’s neck.
The sound of ache ringing within the evening might be likened to the sound of a wounded beast choking and desperately preventing for its life, making its remaining battle earlier than dying. However… it was powerless!
The person gritted his tooth, and he mentioned, “Does it damage? Do you’re feeling like suffocating, as in case you’re about to die?”
“I by no means had pity for ladies who degrade themselves to filth. You deserve this. In the present day, you’ll have a style of what it’s wish to be on the verge of dying!”
“…”
Irrespective of how insulting his phrases had been, the lady didn’t make any sound.
The darkish evening was like her despair; it was so thick that it could not dissolve. It fully shrouded the earth, blocking out any gentle from coming in.
With little doubt, there was an incredible disparity between the robust and the weak!
…
Below the shadow of the evening, Block A of Beijing was ablaze with lights.
This was the place the place the nobles frequented, and it was a logo of standing.
However the prime ground of Block A of Beijing was by no means accessible by the general public, for it was solely for the usage of one specific individual. The ambiance in that luxurious suite had an eerie and oppressive vibe, too.
Although the air was stuffed with rigidity, it was combined with the perfume of an AnnaSui fragrance. The recent, candy odor exuded a purity that was combined with deep depravity after chaos.
The sound of operating water inside the toilet sounded unusual on a quiet evening.
Rong Yan sat on the mattress with a mattress sheet wrapped round her body. Her seaweed-like lengthy hair was messy, her cheeks had been crimson, and her breath was unsteady. She was as delicate as a flower that the spring wind had blown towards with. Her beautiful facial options and wonder had been like pearls shining within the evening, that if one wiped away the mud on the floor, she would shine brightly.
Nevertheless, her eyes had been empty. It held no sparkle and as a substitute, was solely a layer of useless grey. It made her supposedly lovely eyes appear to be these of puppets.
Her arms that had been wrapped round her knees trembled, and even her pupils had been barely dilated as if she had gotten an enormous fright.
Sure, she was afraid. She had by no means been so afraid earlier than.
As a result of what she did that day was in all probability one of many craziest issues she had ever accomplished in her life.
She discovered a means of no return for herself, identical to opening Pandora’s field. From then on, it was a brand new begin—a heavy begin the place she knew nothing, nothing… and it made her uneasy.
However…
She wouldn’t remorse it!
‘God, because you’ve granted me a miracle, please bless me and assist me maintain transferring ahead. Let me maintain this man in my hand in order that I might use him as my invincible scepter for me to slay every part in my path.’