The Counterattack of a Wealthy Family's Substitute

With a loud bang, the hotel room door was kicked open.

Yao Yingxi opened her eyes and saw that President Zhou had been thrown to the ground, and then a black coat was draped over her.

Yao Yingxi closed her eyes, hot tears sliding down her cheeks, her ears filled with the sounds of fists and kicks and President Zhou's howls.

After an unknown amount of time, a deep, cold voice rang in my ears. The man said, "Drag him away and gouge out his eyes!"

Immediately afterwards, Yao Yingxi's bound limbs were untied.

"Don't look at me!" Yao Yingxi clutched her clothes tightly, wrapped herself up, and quickly walked into the bathroom. She locked the door, went to the shower, turned on the tap, and let the icy water pour over her head.

Xi Yuanchen stood outside the door and said in a deep voice, "Yao Yingxi, open the door!"

Tears mixed with tap water streamed down her face. Yao Yingxi closed her eyes, squatted on the ground, and rubbed her body vigorously.

It's filthy, so incredibly filthy!

Xi Yuanchen's face darkened further. He stood at the door, and when his patience was almost worn out, he kicked the door open.

Under the shower, Yao Yingxi lay naked, her head against the wall, her eyes tightly closed, silently fainting.

Xi Yuanchen cursed under his breath, grabbed a bath towel from the side, wrapped Yao Yingxi up, and carried her out.

Anan went to deal with President Zhou; several bodyguards were standing at the door.

Xi Yuanchen was icy cold as he stepped out of the room, his voice like the biting wind of winter: "Close your eyes, all of you!"

Yao Yingxi's body started to feel hot again, as if she were being roasted by something, and she was extremely thirsty.

She unconsciously shifted her body, her forehead touching Xi Yuanchen's neck.

In an instant, Yao Yingxi felt as if she had found a cool spring. She pressed herself against him and licked Xi Yuanchen.

"Yao Yingxi!" Xi Yuanchen's body tensed instantly, and he rebuked her in a low voice.

Yao Yingxi was startled by Xi Yuanchen and let out a wronged hum. Her voice was as soft as the wings of a newborn bird, scratching at people's hearts and creating ripples.

The temperature inside the elevator dropped. Xi Yuanchen spoke again, this time with a hint of anger in his voice: "Everyone, turn your backs!"

The bodyguards immediately turned their backs and looked down at the ground.

Yao Yingxi felt even hotter. She found the crisp, masculine scent in the air incredibly pleasant, and she couldn't help but move closer.

Xi Yuanchen was holding her tightly, unable to escape or stop her; the veins on the backs of his hands bulged as he held her.

After finally getting into the car, Yao Yingxi grabbed Xi Yuanchen's shirt collar, looked up, and her lips touched his.

The driver started the car and asked, "Sir, where to?"

Yao Yingxi straddled Xi Yuanchen, her restless movements causing the towel to slip off her shoulders, revealing her snow-white chest. Xi Yuanchen recalled the scene of seeing Yao Yingxi in the bathroom, and a rush of blood to his body surged through him. He spoke, his voice hoarse: "The apartment."

The driver cleverly raised the partition on the car, turning the back seat into a private space.

Yao Yingxi hummed impatiently as she kissed Xi Yuanchen's lips. Her kisses were clumsy and disjointed, causing Xi Yuanchen's entire body to tense up.

Xi Yuanchen tightened his grip on her waist, taking the initiative.

When the drug's effects reached their peak, Yao Yingxi was left with only instinct.

She hummed softly; Xi Yuanchen's kiss made her feel less uncomfortable, but a greater emptiness lingered deep within her.

A slender hand slipped under Xi Yuanchen's clothes, pressing against his hard body as it gradually moved downwards. With a "click," Xi Yuanchen's belt was unbuckled.

Sweat dripped from his forehead. Xi Yuanchen held Yao Yingxi's unruly hands firmly, warning her in a hoarse voice, "Yao Yingxi, don't provoke me! Otherwise, I'll make you beg for mercy!"

Yao Yingxi's eyes were brimming with tears. She looked at Xi Yuanchen with a wronged expression. Xi Yuanchen resisted the urge to squeeze and knead her, and instead pressed her head against his chest.

At this moment, Yao Yingxi was a mischievous little devil. She tilted her head and leaned in to kiss Xi Yuanchen's ear.

Xi Yuanchen gasped and said fiercely, "Yao Yingxi, you'll regret this!"

After finally arriving at the apartment, Xi Yuanchen threw Yao Yingxi onto the bed and pressed himself against her.

Yao Yingxi's body had already prepared itself due to the medication, but the moment Xi Yuanchen entered her, she still couldn't help but flinch in pain.

The pain brought her back to some clarity. The man who was leaning over her looked at her intently and asked, "Who am I?"

Yao Yingxi looked at him, tears wetting the stray hairs around her ears, and answered haltingly, "Xi... Yuan... Chen..."

"Hmm." The man responded heavily. Yao Yingxi wanted to say something, but all she could hear were broken groans from the impact.

Throughout the night, Yao Yingxi was tormented countless times. From being unconscious to being fully conscious, and then crying and begging for mercy, Xi Yuanchen took her again and again, as if he had no patience.

A large ray of sunlight streamed into the room. Yao Yingxi opened her eyes, her mind blank for a few seconds.

She moved, her whole body felt sore and weak as if she had been run over, the feeling was even worse in her legs.

Yao Yingxi closed her eyes, sat up from the bed, her gaze swept over the hickeys on her chest, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes reddened.

She remembered everything that happened last night clearly. She was drugged by the Xu family and given to an old man. When she was almost ruined, Xi Yuanchen appeared and saved her. Then she slept with Xi Yuanchen.

Her whole body was covered in his marks, but she couldn't do anything about it. It was all her own fault. She was foolish enough to think that she could fight against Xu Hengyuan and his gang like an egg against a rock, which is why she ended up losing her innocence.

If you really think about it, she should thank Xi Yuanchen, because at least she enjoyed it at the beginning last night.

Yao Yingxi smiled, glancing out of the corner of her eye at a set of women's clothes on the bedside table. Yao Yingxi got out of bed, her legs went weak and she was about to fall to the floor when suddenly, a pair of hands appeared around her waist, and Xi Yuanchen picked her up and carried her into the bathroom.

Xi Yuanchen helped her sit on the edge of the bathtub, then turned around and went out to bring in the clothes he had prepared for her. He glanced at her, his voice as cold and deep as ever: "You can call me if you need anything."

Yao Yingxi was only wearing Xi Yuanchen's shirt. Her face flushed, and she hummed in agreement. Xi Yuanchen walked out.

After taking a shower and changing her clothes, Yao Yingxi saw that she looked like a ghost when she passed in front of the mirror.

There were large bruises and raised bumps on his forehead, his face was pale, and there were bluish-purple marks under his eyes and at the corners of his mouth.

How could Xi Yuanchen bring himself to kiss me like this last night?

Yao Yingxi stared blankly for a moment, then took a deep breath before walking out of the bathroom.

There was no one in the bedroom. Yao Yingxi walked to the living room, where Xi Yuanchen came out of the kitchen with a water glass in his hand.

He was wearing a black shirt and trousers, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and was drinking water with his head tilted back.

It's a very domestic gesture, but for some reason it gives off a cold and sharp feeling.

Yao Yingxi curled her hands and said, "Mr. Xi."