The CEO admires the strong? I have been able to breathe independently since I was a child

Wang Qi's pupils trembled slightly, and the blood color on his face instantly faded, turning as pale as paper.

"...What did you say?" Her voice was soft and hoarse, revealing a bit of disbelief.

Su Ji looked down at her, his voice cruel, "I might as well repeat it again, I want you to... kneel down and beg me."

Wang Qi suddenly laughed.

As long as she is alive, this man is dead.

Su Ji took out his cell phone and showed her the news from the previous two days.

In the photo, there is a group of strong men in black clothes around, and in the middle is a man who was beaten to death and put into a cage.

Wang Qi's blood froze and he began to tremble uncontrollably.

Tears welled up before reason.

She was very familiar with this face.

"That idiot thought you were kidnapped by gang members, so he rushed into the gang alone to ask for you, but ended up being beaten to a pulp. I heard that he's still unconscious and no one knows whether he's dead or alive."

"Fake... This is fake!" Wang Qi pounced on the phone, his fingertips almost brushing the screen.

But he fell heavily to the ground.

His forehead hit the corner of the cabinet with a dull thud. At the moment of excruciating pain, warm liquid slowly slid down his forehead.

The cell phone screen was still lit not far away, and the photo became increasingly blurry against the blood-red background, stinging her eyes.

"You're lying to me..."

"Well, I was lying to you. He died shortly after this news was released. Satisfied?"

"Su Ji, you can do whatever you want to me. It was me who stepped into the mud and trampled on your dignity. It has nothing to do with him. Don't hurt him."

Wang Qi's voice was choked with sobs, and his knees slammed heavily on the marble floor.

She reached out to grab his trouser legs and begged humbly, "He is innocent... Please let me see him..."

Su Ji lowered his eyes, and the sunlight cast a cold shadow on his face.

This look... is really pitiful.

Kneeling down and begging for mercy for another man, bending her noble back, is really... infuriating.

He suddenly lifted her chin with the tip of his shoe and said in a cold voice, "Do you feel so sorry for him?"

The suppressed cold eyes were filled with murderous intent, but it suddenly dissipated in the next second.

The world was spinning around her and she was picked up and thrown onto the bed.

Su Ji pinched the back of her neck with his hot palm and kissed her like a storm.

This kiss had a bloody taste to it. It was the blood that had just flowed to her lips from the scratch on her forehead, and he swept it all away with the tip of his tongue.

The tip of his tongue pushed open her teeth and entangled with her almost fiercely.

In his anger, his teeth hit the tip of her tongue, causing her to groan in pain, but he pressed her wrist even harder, preventing her from moving at all.

The bed sheet wrinkled into a ball during her struggle, rubbing against her exposed waist.

His knee dug between her legs, his body heat burning through the fabric of her clothes, and his palm continued to move up along her waistline.

Wang Qi's eyes were misty and his vision was blurred. He could only see the vicious and cruel look on Su Ji's face, which was disgusting.

She closed her eyes and refused to look at him.

"Look at me...I'm the one in control now."

"You don't love me. You just want to regain your humiliated self-esteem from me."

"I love you, baby..." Su Ji stared at Wang Qi with sinister eyes, and when she was about to collapse, he added lightly, "Can't you feel it?"

Wang Qi was so scared that his body was shaking.

"Pressing you like this reminds me of our first time. You taste...especially sweet."

Before she struggled again, Su Ji's hand moved to her neck and stroked it subtly.

Skin pressed against skin, and sweat-soaked hair stuck to the fair neck.

The jet-black hair creates a strong visual impact against the nearly snow-white skin, creating a breathtakingly gorgeous look.

"Xiao Qi, I didn't have a good night that night. The name you whispered wasn't mine, and I felt ashamed of being deceived. So many years later, I felt the pleasure of revenge."

He smiled gently, as if inviting her to sink into this dense web of love and hate and never wake up.

"Don't cry, Xiaoqi. Once you recover, we still have a long way to go."

He raised his hand and wiped the blood off her forehead with his fingertips. Bright red blood beads kept oozing out, blooming into dazzling flowers.

This look... is really beautiful.

He must have really gone crazy. Seeing her so pitiful, he felt inexplicably happy.

But he still liked her very much.

Therefore, she can only belong to him.

Su Ji got up to get the ointment and alcohol, and Wang Qi took the opportunity to pick up the mobile phone he had forgotten on the bed.

I just dialed a familiar number and found that my phone had no signal.

"Surprise? I installed a signal jammer."

"An antisocial personality."

"Whatever you say." Su Ji sat on the edge of the bed, his fingertips dipped in cold ointment, gently touching the wound on her forehead.

Wang Qi subconsciously shrank back, but his other hand grabbed the back of her head, preventing her from retreating.

"do not move."

His voice was low and irresistible, but the strength in his hands was extremely light.

The moment the gauze was applied to the wound, his slender fingers lingered at her temples for a moment, as if he lingered unintentionally, but also as if he did it on purpose.

"It's so nice to be so well behaved."

He let go of her and put the remaining gauze and medicine bottles into the medicine box. His movements were quick and decisive, as if the tenderness just now was just an illusion.

Wang Qi was tired and told him to cook.

"Where's the interest?"

She pretended not to hear and lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Su Ji leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

Since she wouldn't give it to him, he would ask for it himself.

The phone was taken away.

The footsteps grew farther and farther away until they reached the hall.

The door was not closed and she was still being monitored.

Wang Qi closed his eyes, his mind full of Chi Xu covered in blood, and he couldn't help but see his eyes turn red again.

This is a turbulent city, and people die at any time and anywhere.

She didn't dare to think about what the consequences would be if she provoked the gangster.

I shouldn’t have separated from Chi Xu and gone back to my room to look for the earrings.

Maybe... maybe she wouldn't have let those men in black take advantage of her. She wouldn't have ended up like this.

At this point, there is no point crying. He will not pity me, nor will he let me go.

Wang Qi clenched her fists, digging her nails deep into her palms, but the pain made her more awake.

She slowly stood up and walked to the dressing mirror, staring at the face in the mirror.

She has no makeup on and is as pale as a ghost.

"Wang Qi," she whispered to the woman in the mirror, her voice hoarse but firm, "You have to stay alive, and then... kill him."

She slowly raised the corners of her mouth, forcing out an icy smile. The hatred surging in her eyes was gradually suppressed, solidifying into an indestructible wall.

Only by staying alive can you take revenge little by little in the future.

She cleaned herself up, took a shower, changed her clothes and went out.

Su Ji had already prepared lunch at this moment.

It's a bowl of pumpkin porridge.

Wang Qi sat down and said while drinking porridge: "I want to eat meat, fresh meat."

Su Ji laughed and put her apron back on. "Okay. Steak?"

Wang Qi stopped talking again.

He didn't get angry and took out the meat he had just bought from the supermarket from the refrigerator. "Braised carrot and beef brisket and pork tripe and chicken? These two dishes need to be cooked slowly. Xiaoqi, what else do you want to eat?"

Wang Qi remained silent and ate his pumpkin porridge slowly.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

The radish and beef brisket pot and the pork tripe and chicken are steaming in the pot.

Wang Qi walked around outside and found that there was no possibility of escape at all.

She wanted to dig a tunnel, and after two hoe strikes, the man appeared behind her like a ghost.

He was still holding a shovel in his hand, his eyes cold and gloomy.

But there was still a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, like the thin snow melting on the branches in March, seemingly gentle, but hiding a biting cold underneath.

"Looks like you've recovered." He picked her up and walked towards the villa. "It takes time to make the soup. Why not take this opportunity to cultivate our relationship?"