On the day of her return to China, she was tied up and coaxed by the richest man to get her marriage

Si Qing narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, his deep gaze dimmed, and his thin lips gradually pressed into a cold, straight line.

That cold, scrutinizing look seemed to be an expression of something.

—I'd like to see what kind of nonsense you can spout.

Her heart clenched slightly, as if through his aloof and indifferent face she could see him once always following her closely, protecting her, and granting her every capricious request.

Although he was arrogant and roguish back then, and didn't care about anyone, he was genuinely good to her, and only to her.

But it turns out that all those good things were fake, a performance he put on for her.

From beginning to end, he had no true feelings for her. Ironically, she had treated him like her closest family member because of all the good things he did for her.

Thinking about this, my heart felt like it had been stung by a bee's sting—not painful, just a little uncomfortable.

More than anything, I was angry.

She was angry that he was so fake, yet he had the nerve to accuse her of being fake in return.

Did she choose to fake it?

Doesn't she want to be her true self?

The people around her, those she cherished and valued like her own life, suddenly changed one after another. One second they were kind to her, and the next they would be completely broken and leave her.

In three years, she has learned to bear everything alone, will no longer be fooled by anyone, and dares not easily give her heart away.

Her fox-like eyes narrowed, as if shrouded in an impenetrable fog. She glanced at him with a cold, aloof expression, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth.

"Si Qing, you used to put on airs in front of me. You were even better at pretending than actually doing it."

The woman's voice was delicate yet cold, and upon closer listening, it carried a strong sense of irony.

Si Qing's gloomy eyes shifted, and for a moment his expression looked somewhat shocked, as if he hadn't expected her to say that.

He didn't speak for a moment, and the room fell silent.

A strong night wind stirred the lamps on the eaves, making a crisp sound.

The sound came abruptly, shattering the silent night and gradually calming Yu Jinzhao, who was still angry.

She looked at Si Qing, whose eyes were deep and unfathomable, and seemed to catch a hint of disappointment in his eyes, as cold and aloof as snow on a high mountain.

But why was he disappointed in her?

She wanted to see more clearly, but his gaze had already returned to normal, as deep and unfathomable as the ocean, as if it were all her illusion.

My gaze followed his downwards, landing on the corner of his bright red lips, where the skin was broken and a trace of blood seeped out.

It seemed to have been hit by a book; the redness made his face appear even more cold, aloof, and pale.

Suddenly realizing that he had actually attacked this King Yama?!

God!

She's so brave!

Who is Si Qing?

Cold, cruel, and god-slaying, it is said that beneath his stunningly beautiful appearance lies a ferocious wolf, and anyone who dares to touch a hair on his head will be torn to pieces by his bite.

It seems that no words, no matter how terrible, can adequately describe his ruthlessness.

Will he retaliate?

Will she survive tonight?

Yu Jinzhao's heart tightened, and her body straightened like a bowstring as she calculated how many punches she could withstand while stealing glances at him out of the corner of her eye.

He remained seated, unmoving, his handsome, cold face revealing no emotion, yet inexplicably radiating a sense of loneliness... as if he were deeply saddened.

"Crack".

He tossed the empty water glass onto the table, the crisp sound echoing particularly loudly and jarringly in the quiet, spacious room.

Her body trembled, and even her breathing became cautious.

"Are you done scolding?"

He tilted his head slightly, licked away the blood from the corner of his lips, and spoke in a low, slow voice, as cool as a cold star on a winter night.

Beneath the calm surface of the sea lies a raging, crimson tsunami, rampant and unrestrained.

Her intuition told her that he meant that she had finished her rant and it was his turn.

He had already offended her badly, and it was too late to back down now. Considering that he still needed her to treat his headache, he couldn't really kill her.

He pursed his lips, his eyes hardened, pointed towards the door, and coldly shouted, "I can't lose face!"

"Get out of here, I don't want to see you."

Si Qing looked at her as she tried to remain calm. Her fair cheeks were slightly flushed with unease, and her eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, like a little fox caught doing something wrong.

The next second, he stood up, lowered his eyes, loosened his cufflinks, and moved closer to her step by step, flexing his wrists.

Hiss... This posture, this movement... It's exactly the same as when he took her to the woods and bit her three years ago.

I can't forget the bite he took of her. It was so intense, like a vampire's bite, his teeth piercing her flesh as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

The pain was so intense that even though a long time had passed and the bite mark on my collarbone had returned to normal, the feeling of pain in my bones was etched into my soul, as if it had just happened.

She touched her collarbone, and her survival instinct made her turn around, intending to take the first step.

Suddenly, the man raised his long arm, grabbed her outstretched hand, pulled it back forcefully, and held her waist.

He turned around and pinned her down on the double bed.

In an instant, a murderous aura assaulted her senses. Her breath caught in her throat, and she opened her mouth to yell at him, "Si Qing, you... um..."

The next moment, Si Qing grabbed the back of her neck and fiercely sealed her lips with his.

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A choking kiss, marking it~

Sweet, isn't it? Thanks for your support!