What to do if your male god is too good at self-attack

Beijing.

The land is so expensive, yet it is full of romantic sycamore trees. The autumn wind blows, spreading the golden color all over the ground, stretching for ten miles.

Many people call this place the Golden Street. Besides the yellow autumn leaves, it also means the piles of cash. Up the long street, in the brightly lit high-end courtyards, live people whose status can shake the political and business circles.

Therefore, the cars that dare to drive here must be worth at least millions. Otherwise, how can you have the confidence to go in and deal with these most distinguished people?

The night breeze of late autumn was cool, and the wind swept across the golden color of the long street. Unexpectedly, there was a figure walking up the long street that seemed to have no end.

He Yue was carrying a heavy shopping bag, occasionally stopping to lift up the bag of fresh and expensive imported fruits and vegetables.

Any item in here would not match the fifty-dollar clothes she was wearing.

She didn't have a car and was reluctant to spend money on a taxi, so every time she came to Wutong Shenyuan, her calves would be sore from walking.

But there was nothing she could do, the young man living there just liked to torment her in different ways.

After walking with her head down for half an hour, He Yue finally reached the security gate. Beads of sweat were already oozing out of her forehead, and her face was flushed from the forced aerobic exercise, making her skin look delicate.

She changed her hand to carry her things and struggled to find the house key in her bag. Before she could take it out, she heard a voice behind her: "Hey, what are you doing there?"

He Yue turned her head and saw a young security guard with a square face. He was probably just started working and it was the first time she saw him.

He Yue was not surprised to see the contempt in his eyes. People who work here are used to setting a price for others. After all, flattering the powerful and bullying the weak is the default rule of this pyramid society.

The young security guard pouted and looked He Yue up and down. Her long straight hair had no signs of being permed or dyed, and her small face, which was the size of a palm, was not made up. Her facial features were not particularly outstanding, but she had fair skin, a pair of clean and clear almond-shaped eyes, and a simple and tranquil temperament.

But her cheap clothes could instantly lower a person's temperament. Even if she were sold, her entire outfit and herself would not be as good as the expensive sycamore tree transplanted from abroad next to her.

"Is this the place you can come to? Even if you can get in, you have to be like this, do you understand?" He made an S-shaped gesture in a gangster manner, and it seemed that he thought He Yue was a hostess called by the rich guys inside.

I didn't expect that a person with the title of a small security guard could raise his status to that of the chairman of a listed company.

He Yue heard the sarcasm in the young security guard's words, but ignored him and continued to look for the keys with his head down. The security guard was unhappy because he was ignored. Who dared to ignore him?

He grabbed her slender arm, but he didn't expect the seemingly weak girl to quickly hold his hand back, and said in a very indifferent tone: "Are you a security guard or a dog raised by these rich people?"

"You want to be..." Before the security guard could finish his words, another older security guard rushed out and said, "Ma Zi, how did you talk to Miss He?"

Seeing that he had a backer, Liu Mazi broke away from He Yue and shrank behind him, complaining a little aggrievedly: "Uncle, didn't you say that we can't let outsiders in?" He glared at He Yue, "Especially a poor person like this."

"This is Young Master Jiang's woman." Old Liu elbowed Liu Mazi hard to make him shut up, then turned around and opened the door for He Yue with a shy smile: "Miss He, is the stuff heavy? Do you want me to help you carry it?"

"No need." He Yue lowered her eyes and stepped into the deep garden.

She walked forward with difficulty carrying her things, while Lao Liu behind her was still scolding Liu Mazi: "Why are you so tactless?

"Who would dress like her?" Liu Mazi complained, "You can't blame me for this."

He Yue closed her eyes, trying to banish these dirty words from her mind, but the scattered dirty words still entered her heart.

But she had no right to turn around and refute, because she was indeed not a good person.

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Wutong Garden, Villa No. 7.

The moment He Yue pushed open the door, what came into her ears was the shrill laughter of the crowd.

"27 minutes and 54 seconds! Not bad, Master Jiang. Your woman is still obedient."

He Yue looked at the young man standing in the center of the crowd. Their eyes met and he tilted his head and raised his glass to her.

His name is Jiang Shaoming. He is the only son of Jiang Pharmaceutical and also a well-known model. He has appeared on more magazine covers this year than you can count with both hands. However, compared to fashion magazines, he appears on gossip magazines the most.

After all, in addition to his prominent status and countless women, the most important thing about Jiang Shaoming is that he is indeed good-looking.

He has a feminine look, with narrow eyes, a high nose bridge, deep facial features, and a black earring on his earlobe, just like the Korean star that Heyue liked in high school.

His wealth makes him noble, and his looks make him even more charming.

Hearing the admiration in the words of his friends, Jiang Shaoming couldn't help but feel proud. He raised his head and drank the whiskey in the glass, then put down his crossed long legs and walked towards He Yue.

The crowd behind him, which had long been numbed by alcohol, was immersed in the noisy music again. Some people cheered, screamed and twisted their waists, while others hugged and kissed each other under the influence of alcohol.

Jiang Shaoming walked closer to He Yue step by step. He had a slender figure and was a well-known model. His steps were truly seductive.

He Yue pursed her lips, suppressed her inner displeasure, and said, "Didn't you say you had a stomachache?"

That's why she rushed over after get off work and went to the imported supermarket he specifically mentioned to buy his favorite fresh vegetables and even an old hen. But she didn't expect that he was just trying to tease her and save face in front of his friends!

Despite what He Yue said, Jiang Shaoming did not feel the slightest bit of guilt for playing a trick on her. Instead, he felt even more proud. He liked to see He Yue being reluctant but forced to obey.

Jiang Shaoming's half-open shirt was mixed with the messy smell of alcohol and perfume. He gently pinched He Yue's cheek: "You are really my most obedient woman." Jiang Shaoming turned around and pointed his slender fingers at the women in the crowd who were dressed up one by one. "You are the fastest one to arrive."

Jiang Shaoming's complacency was simply trampling on He Yue's dignity.

Her eyelashes trembled, and her hands that were tightly holding the shopping bag loosened. The bag hit the ground with a dull sound, and two tomatoes rolled out of it. They were crushed by the reveling crowd, and the juice splashed everywhere.

The yellow-haired man who had just spoken was watching the joke from the side: "Master Jiang, is your woman angry?"

Jiang Shaoming hated being humiliated the most. He put his arm around He Yue's waist and pinched the soft flesh around her waist affectionately: "How could that be? My baby will never be angry with me, right?"

He rubbed Heyue's cheek with the tip of his nose, and the strong smell of alcohol made Heyue feel nauseous.

When He Yue met Jiang Shaoming's gaze, she did not look like a gentle and lovely little white rabbit.

Jiang Shaoming moved sideways to block everyone's view: "What? You want to scold me?"

He lowered his voice, and the noisy music in the box drowned out his words. He followed He Yue's gaze towards the shopping bags scattered on the ground, and his expression quickly turned cold.

It turned out that what fell out was not only the food that He Yue had brought up the hill with great effort to make porridge for him, but also a magazine. The cover of the magazine was printed with Jiang Shaoming's handsome face, but he looked so gentlemanly in the photo, without earrings, well-dressed, holding the hand of another young lady from aristocratic family, looking at her with eyes full of love.

Huangmao also discovered the magazine. He jumped off the sofa excitedly and picked it up before Jiang Shaoming without looking at Jiang Shaoming's face where he was biting his back teeth.

"Mr. Jiang, this is the news about your marriage with Yaoyao!" He jumped to He Yue's side again and joked, "Miss He, are you jealous? Don't worry, Mr. Jiang will not abandon a beautiful woman easily. You can be his secret lover."

Facing his teasing, He Yue just glanced at him indifferently, and the yellow-haired man retracted his head in annoyance. What a stubborn person.

Jiang Shaoming clearly sensed He Yue's low mood. He faked a smile, put more strength in his hands, lowered his head and leaned close to He Yue's ear to threaten, "Why don't you smile?"

Huangmao sensed the subtlety of the atmosphere and immediately pretended to be drunk and staggered away, taking away the culprit magazine for Jiang Shaoming.

Now that there was no one around, Jiang Shaoming's face suddenly turned ugly. He grabbed He Yue's wrist, and without letting her struggle, he pulled her straight to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The moonlight was like water, chilling his heart and making him extremely anxious. He didn't like He Yue to be angry, but he didn't expect that after ten years, he still couldn't control her.

"Congratulations." He Yue spoke first.

"And then?" Jiang Shaoming pretended to be relaxed, but his grip on He Yue's wrist continued to tighten.

He Yue just looked at him, with alienation, indifference, and even disgust written in her beautiful eyes.

Jiang Shaoming frowned, licked his lips irritably, and then lit a cigarette.

"Do you think that if I get married, you will be free and don't have to please me anymore?" Jiang Shaoming sneered, "You are dreaming."