After the divorce, I trained my dog, and the scumbag father and son knelt down at my door.

"Mr. Zhuo, tell us quickly! How are we going to have some fun?" someone asked impatiently.

Zhuo Yuchen took out the condom.

He sneered, "This thing was prepared by this woman herself. We'll play a game later, and the winner gets to use it, and with this woman..."

Raising an eyebrow, Zhuo Yuchen's disdainful gaze swept across Yan Niannian's pale face, his eyes filled with cold indifference.

Now, everyone's gazes toward Yan Niannian became even more blatant.

He even brought his own condoms; turns out he's a very horny guy!

If we win later, we'll have to make sure she's satisfied.

Overwhelmed by humiliation, Yan Niannian felt a chill run through her body.

The next moment, Zhuo Yuchen grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the par-5 hole.

Then, Zhuo Yuchen took a ball from the caddie.

"Yan Niannian, stand still, don't dodge." Zhuo Yuchen placed the ball on top of Yan Niannian's head, slowly straightening it, his voice cold, "Otherwise, if anyone hits you later, I won't be responsible."

Yan Niannian's blood froze.

It felt like a huge stone was lodged in my chest, leaving no room for anything else, making it hard to breathe.

And this stone...

It was placed there by Zhuo Yuchen himself.

"Zhuo Yuchen, do you really have to do this?" Yan Niannian asked, biting her lip as she tried to control the trembling in her voice.

At this moment, Zhuo Yuchen had already placed the ball.

"Yan Niannian, didn't you want a divorce?"

Zhuo Yuchen put his hands in his pockets, glanced at her coldly, and after saying something with a half-smile, he turned away indifferently.

The departing figure exuded a deep sense of ruthlessness.

He dared to keep Fei Siyu in his heart.

She deserves to die!

Having understood the underlying threat in Zhuo Yuchen's words, Yan Niannian stood still, steeling herself.

Back on the tee, Zhuo Yuchen sat in the chair, his legs elegantly crossed.

Then, he addressed the eager bosses, "See that ball on that woman's head? Each of you take turns hitting it. Whoever hits that ball gets to use that condom."

"what?"

The bosses were dumbfounded.

They were all mediocre.

Most people come here to pay money and seek the sense of superiority that comes with being rich.

How could someone possibly hit the ball right above Yan Niannian's head from the furthest distance?

but……

Glancing at Yan Niannian, who looked pitiful yet alluring in the distance, they felt a ticklish sensation in their hearts, like being scratched by a kitten.

Oh shit!

The spoils are too tempting.

Fight!

What if, by sheer luck, a blind cat stumbles upon a dead mouse?

"I come."

"I'll go first."

The bosses lined up in order, eager to be chosen.

The first person came on stage.

"Bah!"

He spat into his palm, rubbed it a couple of times, and stared intently at Yan Niannian with a sharp glint in his eyes.

He prayed to his grandfather and grandmother several times in his heart that he must hit the target before he swung the stick.

Whoosh!

The ball grazed Yan Niannian's shoulder and flew away.

I almost hit her.

Yan Niannian closed her eyes in fright, her heart pounding several times.

My body is stiff.

I was extremely nervous.

The first person missed and looked disappointed.

"You should get off now! It's my turn." The second person couldn't wait to go on stage and pushed the first person off.

Yan Niannian's blood froze.

Her whole body was ice cold.

My fingertips went numb, and gradually, even my mind went sluggish.

The sounds of the world seemed to disappear, with only the whooshing sound of balls flying past her ears, stimulating her sensitive and fragile nerves.

In half an hour, Yan Niannian herself lost count of how many balls flew towards her.

Every ball is a completely new ordeal.

After persisting for so long, Yan Niannian's face grew paler and paler, completely devoid of color.

His body swayed precariously, and he could fall to the ground at any moment.

Zhuo Yuchen's gaze fell on Yan Niannian's small face. His eyes were deep and unfathomable, and his emotions were not revealed. No one could tell what he was thinking.

only……

His fingertips, which had been tapping his knee intermittently, suddenly stopped.

It tightened inexplicably.

Zhuo Yuchen's pupils furrowed again and again.

Beg him.

Beg him quickly.

As long as Yan Niannian admits her mistake, says she was wrong, and says she will never contact Fei Siyu again, he will immediately stop everything.

But Yan Niannian did not.

She stood there stubbornly, her delicate body swaying precariously, yet her chest held high, refusing to yield.

"Ahhh! I hit it! I hit it!"

At that moment, someone finally hit the ball on Yan Niannian's head, threw the ball away, and let out a piercing scream.

The other party was a middle-aged man in his forties.

His head was bald, with only a few hairs left.

Big belly, fat head and big ears.

He looked greasy and oily.

The middle-aged man excitedly rushed to Yan Niannian and pulled her staggeringly to Zhuo Yuchen's side.

"Mr. Zhuo, I won, that condom..." He stared lewdly at the condom in Zhuo Yuchen's hand, impatient and almost drooling.

At this moment, Yan Niannian's expression was somewhat numb.

Foolishly.

She hadn't yet recovered from the waves of pain and torment she had endured.

Zhuo Yuchen glanced at Yan Niannian with a complicated expression, then handed her the condom in his hand, his deep voice laced with ruthlessness, "This woman is yours now."

"Hey hey!"

The middle-aged man took the condom as if it were a treasure, then forcefully pulled Yan Niannian, "Little beauty, come with me!"

"Hehe, I promise I'll make sure you're comfortable in a little while."

Yan Niannian was almost pulled down by him.

She shuddered and came to her senses, her shocked gaze fixed on Zhuo Yuchen's sharply defined face.

It felt like a giant hand was gripping my heart tightly.

Depressed, heavy.

At this moment, breathing became especially difficult.

Yan Niannian really wanted to see him clearly, to see through his perfect appearance... to see the heartless and treacherous nature within him.

why?

Why could he be so cruel to her?

She really hated it!

Zhuo Yuchen was also looking at her.

His gaze was deep and powerful, yet tinged with a silent pressure.

He was forcing Yan Niannian to admit her mistake and that she would never dare to approach Fei Siyu again.

Yan Niannian bit her lip so hard that it bled, and the air was thick with the smell of blood.

It was as if only in this way could she alleviate the pain in her heart.

The middle-aged man had no idea what was going on, and he hurriedly pulled Yan Niannian away.

Her piercing gaze finally moved away from Zhuo Yuchen's face.

My nose tingled, and the tear that had been welling up in my eye finally rolled down, burning hot.

Staring at Yan Niannian's stumbling figure, Zhuo Yuchen's face was extremely ugly.

His aura was overwhelming.

……

lounge.

After closing the door, the middle-aged man turned around and impatiently shoved Yan Niannian.

"what!"

Yan Niannian lost her balance and fell onto the carpet.

Now, Yan Niannian's curvaceous figure was even more clearly visible.

At the same time, the fiery red skirt was forced to roll up, and the delicate, porcelain-white light shone through, dazzling the eyes.