The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

Xiao Rong merely sneered, "You still have the nerve to come home?"

Her heart sank to its coldest, deepest point, and she seemed to understand what was about to happen.

"You're getting more and more impressive. Theft, and you're being detained? With so many reporters right under your noses, why don't you just run under a car and get crushed to death? That way you won't have to live and make a fool of yourself!"

Few people with thin skin can withstand Xiao Rong's sharp tongue.

She pursed her lips and remained silent.

"You little slut, have you never seen a man in your past lives? Shamelessly following him around like that," Xiao Rong said coldly, looking her up and down with disgust. "You and your mother, who seduces men, are cut from the same cloth!"

He finally pushed her to the limit, and she bit her lower lip hard: "Who did I seduce? I didn't sleep with anyone, and I didn't go out and flirt. You can have a good time outside, but I can't pursue the person I like?"

With a loud thud behind the desk, Xiao Rong kicked the solid rosewood, as if finally venting his anger. He slowly stood up from behind the desk, laughing as he walked towards her: "Xiao Yuan, are you tired of living?"

She started trembling, not from fear, but from anger: "I'm tired of living... All I did was seduce you, didn't I? I've never seen a man before, I've only ever slept with you! Is that why you dislike me? Go ahead and say whatever you want, my reputation is already ruined, I don't care about one more thing!"

He grabbed her face and sneered, "What, aren't you afraid your brother Lu Zheng will find out? Aren't you afraid he'll know how wanton you were in my bed, how you moaned so wantonly?"

Driven to desperation, Xiao Yuan didn't even flinch, staring straight at him: "Yes, I love Third Brother, and I'm willing to follow him! You think I've disgraced the Xiao family, so why didn't you take my test results and kick me out of the Xiao family back then? Wouldn't that have suited your wishes perfectly?"

"Think you can just walk away? Not so easy. Who raised you from a baby to adulthood? Who cherishes you like their own daughter? It's my father. You and your mother have been usurping our place for so many years, do you think you can just pat your ass and leave? Let me tell you, I'm going to keep you, Xiao Yuan. I'll make you take the Xiao surname. Isn't it much more interesting to keep you in the Xiao family and torment you than to let you go out and live freely and happily?"

The hand that had been gripping her chin suddenly opened, its five fingers gripping her neck, choking her until she couldn't breathe. As he drew closer, his hot breath brushed against her face, and she heard his knuckles cracking; perhaps he really wanted to strangle her.

Then she thought again that she was just being delusional. How could he let her die so easily? Just like he said, he wanted to keep her alive, to slowly torture her, to make her suffer for the rest of her life.

Xiao Yuan's face turned from red to white, then purple, as she was being pinched. She continued to struggle while curling up, biting Xiao Rong's hand so hard that it was almost pierced. Only then did she suddenly wake up and abruptly withdraw her hand.

Xiao Yuan collapsed onto the sofa, clutching her throat and coughing violently to relieve the suffocating feeling. Xiao Rong watched her kneeling there, coughing repeatedly, and said coldly, "Don't think I don't know what you're up to. You want to get married and leave the Xiao family? You'll have to see if anyone dares to take you! Just because you have the Xiao surname doesn't mean you're some kind of pampered young lady. Let me tell you, you're just a plaything. Do you understand what a plaything is? A plaything is meant to be abused. What right do you have to like Lu Zheng? Remember my words, if I ever see you chasing after a man like that again, I'll break your legs! I'll make sure you can never go anywhere for the rest of your life. You'll stay home obediently!"

After he finished speaking, he calmly picked up the cigarette case and casually lit a cigarette.

Xiao Yuan forced out a wail, her voice a mixture of laughter and tears, as she stared intently at Xiao Rong. After a long while, she gave a weak smile: "Then why won't you let me like Lu Zheng? Even if I'm pathetic, even if I'm a plaything, I still have the right to like someone, don't I? Why do you get angry when you hear that? Why won't you let me be with him?"

Xiao Rong glanced at her and exhaled a large cloud of smoke. In the wisps of white mist, everyone's expressions appeared indistinct.

Xiao Yuan laughed even more heartily, her expression like a final burst of energy before death. Perhaps when a person is overwhelmed with grief, they no longer know how to feel sad.

She walked step by step to Xiao Rong, placed her hands on his shoulders, stood on tiptoe, and breathed on his lips like orchids: "Brother, you won't let me get married, but you won't send me away either. Could it be that you've fallen for me, this plaything?"

Xiao Rong was pinned to the desk by her, a deep laugh escaping her chest: "I like you? Don't flatter yourself. I bet you've been slept with by me twice, and you've gotten sick of it, haven't you?"

Xiao Yuan leaned down and pecked his cold, thin lips, saying slowly, "Brother, you won't let me marry, and you don't want me either. What will I do in the future? I'm a woman, I need a place to belong..."

Her face held a hint of resentment, yet at such an intimate distance, she possessed a certain charm.

Xiao Rong reached out and pulled her into his arms, his tone intimate, but his gaze was sharp as a knife, sweeping across her face with a sarcastic look: "Oh, you've thought this far ahead?... But you're not suited for marriage, you're only suited to be someone's mistress, just like your mother..."

Suwen stared blankly in the mirror for a long time. When she was removing her makeup, she didn't dare to ask the makeup artist for help, for fear that people would see the injury on her face and gossip would start.

Xiao Ai handed her a glass of ice: "Put it on, or maybe you should go see a doctor."

She shook her head and sighed, "Never mind, it's a critical time, let's avoid any complications."

As they were talking, Xiao Ai suddenly straightened up and called out, "Boss."

She turned around, and Lu Zheng pushed open the door to the dressing room and walked in. Seeing her slightly haggard face in the mirror, he frowned slightly and asked in a deep, calm, and magnetic voice, "Is your face feeling better?"

Suwen subconsciously covered her face, and for some reason blushed: "It's much better. The doctor said the swelling will go down by tomorrow."

I still feel guilty about lying to him.

News of Xiao Yuan's detention had probably spread long ago, but he didn't ask her about it, which clearly meant he tacitly approved of it. If it weren't for that lie that led to the slap, he wouldn't have broken ties with the Xiao family for her sake.

He walked over, casually pulled up a chair and sat down in front of her. As if by magic, he produced a bottle of anti-swelling medicine and some cotton swabs: "I asked, and the doctor said that applying this is very effective."

The *Suwen* remained noncommittal.

Seeing this, Xiao Ai wisely and quietly slipped away.

Lu Zheng had already taken the initiative. He dipped the cotton swab in the medicine and moved closer. The cool cotton swab slowly touched Su Wen's cracked lips. The smell of medicine filled the air. Su Wen subconsciously tried to back away, but then felt that it would be pretentious to avoid it. So she stiffly raised her face and sat there without moving.

After applying the medicine, he got up, placed the medicine on the table, and brought her a coat: "Are you done working? What are your plans for tonight?"

"I made an appointment with Zhou Mo," Su Wen replied, a little embarrassed.

She had only asked her teacher for leave at the last minute to return to Beijing, and her schedule was already packed. She simply couldn't find any time to meet Zhou Mo except for tonight.

“Okay. I’ll take you there.” He didn’t protest. He picked up his car keys, walked to her side, and offered his arm for her to hold.

"I'll give you the time you want to do tonight, but tomorrow you're mine."

"Huh?" She looked up at him in surprise. Didn't we book a flight back to Shanghai tomorrow?

He had already read her mind, and stroked her hair, saying, "Don't push yourself too hard. I've already called Shanghai to ask for leave for you, and tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. You don't want to be filming outside during the holiday, do you?"

That's true. Chinese people value family reunions, and on such days, people should stay home to be filial to their parents.

But when the Mid-Autumn Festival is mentioned, she really feels nothing. How did she spend the past two years? Was she even home? She can't remember. She only remembers that mooncakes from outside were expensive and not very good quality, so she never bought any.

"So, what are your plans for the holiday?" Suwen suddenly looked up and asked him.

Thinking of the cold, imposing mansion of the Lu family and the unsmiling atmosphere at the dinner table, Lu Zheng's smile slowly faded. He patted her back but did not answer.

"But is this a good idea? Everyone else is in Shanghai, and I'm the only one asking for leave."

Lu Zheng gently pinched her nose: "Don't think about these things, wouldn't it be better to spend a few days with me in seclusion?"

"Didn't you say this morning that you were incredibly busy with work lately? How did you manage to find some free time?"

"You are more important than your job."

Sigh, this man, he's so smooth with his sweet talk.

When Suwen walked out of the recording studio, it was already 9:30 pm. At this time, she could only ask Zhou Mo to have a late-night snack. Fortunately, she was a night owl and was in full-on energy at this time. When she received Zhou Mo's call, she nodded excitedly: "Okay, okay, Guijie Street, right? I'll be there right away."

When Lu Zheng drove her to her destination, he ran into Zhou Mo. Zhou Mo had eaten with them before, so this was expected. She casually raised her hand to greet Lu Zheng: "Hi."

Lu Zheng returned the greeting politely, then leaned close to Su Wen's ear and asked, "After we finish eating, do you want me to pick you up?"

Suwen quickly shook her head, "No, it's so late. You should go back and rest too."

The two were whispering to each other, and Zhou Mo, watching from the other end, yelled that she couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but interrupt: "Don't worry, I won't kidnap your Susu and sell her. At most, I'll get her into my bed tonight."

Suwen glared at her and quickly pushed Lu Zheng into the car.

They had originally planned to meet at the food stall near the school gate, but since it was the holidays and there weren't many students, the food stall closed early, so they moved to Guijie Street instead.

After Lu Zheng left, Su Wen put his arm around her back and said, "Hey girl, come to my place tonight? I'll see how I get you into my bed."

Zhou Mo immediately feigned a sobbing and submissive demeanor: "Please, sir, have mercy on me and do not cruelly destroy this beautiful flower."