Day n of not wanting to be a kept man's canary

Song Nuan was pressed against the wall, with nowhere left to retreat.

Leng Changqing lunged forward and grabbed her by the neck.

Song Nuan tried to grab the hand that was pinching her neck, but how could her strength compare to that of a man?

Leng Changqing grabbed her neck with one hand and reached for his belt with the other.

At that moment, under the influence of alcohol, he completely forgot that Leng Tingye's kick had directly ended his chances of becoming a man.

Seeing that Leng Changqing had already stripped off his clothes, the drunk Leng Changqing had now lost his mind.

Even if he can't do anything to himself, he'll definitely strangle her first.

Song Nuan struggled in agony, only able to utter a weak cry, "Help!"

Leng Changqing's face twisted in a grimace. "Stop shouting, it's no use!"

The more she resisted, the more excited he became. "You wanton woman, aren't you good at pleasing men? Today I'm going to show you how despicable you are!"

He pinned her down tightly, saying, "Think about it, from our engagement until now, you haven't even properly served me!"

The more Leng Changqing spoke in a student-like manner, the more the sense of humiliation that had been building up inside him exploded at that moment.

Despite Song Nuan's desperate objections, he was about to have sex with her, something that should happen between engaged couples.

The movements were rough and forceful.

No matter how strong his words were, his little brother was always disappointing.

His frustration and shame reached their peak; veins bulged on his forehead. He tried several more times, but it still didn't work.

She didn't know when he had produced a knife, its cold tip gliding across her fair, delicate skin. "You fucking slut, aren't you? You like to use this face to seduce people, don't you? Let's see if he still wants you without this face."

Leng Changqing seemed to be admiring a porcelain doll that didn't belong to him; if he couldn't have it, he would destroy it.

Song Nuan was so frightened by his series of actions that she broke out in a cold sweat. She pried Leng Changqing's hands off and, ignoring her breath, cried out, "Leng Changqing, are you crazy? Can't you be a little more sensible?"

Leng Changqing roared at her, "I'm insane! You've driven me insane!"

Who wouldn't go crazy if their fiancée was having an affair with their younger brother?

"If I'm not having an easy time, then nobody else should either!"

Leng Changqing, who had seized the initiative, suddenly let out a grotesque laugh, "Hahaha!"

The knife tip slid across her nose, down her neck, and then to her heart. "I really want to cut your heart open and see what's inside."

Song Nuan's voice trembled, "Don't be impulsive, we're getting married tomorrow!"

Leng Changqing's smile became even more grotesque as he moved the tip of his knife over the tempting pink spot beside him.

Even though the knife tip was separated from her skin by silk fabric, she still shivered from the cold. "He likes you here?"

The blade continued downwards, "Still here?"

The tip of the knife touched a private area and stopped there?

At this moment, the man's innate possessiveness reached its peak: "Tell me, how does my good brother fuck you in bed? You're so willing to let him fuck you, does he always make you feel good here?"

Song Nuan bit her lip in shame, feeling like an ant on a hot pan, suffering terribly. She had never seen Leng Changqing so insidious before, and her body trembled violently.

Who knows if he might act impulsively and do something terrible?

"Changqing, don't be like this. Give it to me first, and we can talk things over!"

"Slap!" Leng Changqing slapped her across the face. "Now you're scared? Where the hell were you before? Where were you when you were sleeping with my good brother? Did you even think about it?"

Leng Changqing wouldn't listen to anything she said, and he forgot that in their relationship, he was the first to betray her.

On their engagement night, he didn't mention a word about his affairs with other women.

Now he's blaming all your mistakes on Song Nuan. I've never seen a man like this before.

"Feeling good, huh? Well then, I'll make sure you can't feel good anymore. I'll destroy this source of desire, and then let's see if it still wants you."

As the knife tip drew ever closer, Song Nuan closed her eyes, beads of sweat trickling down her forehead. "Listen to me, it's over between us. We'll have nothing to do with each other anymore. It's completely over!"

"Shut up, who the hell cares about you!" Leng Changqing's purpose was punishment and revenge. She had no intention of living a good life afterward. She didn't care whether it ended or not. Anyway, everything would be over after tomorrow.

"Go to hell with your bullshit desires."

The consequences of this cut would be unimaginable. Song Nuan closed her eyes and lifted her foot, trying to make a final struggle.

The air solidified at this moment.

She kept her eyes closed, and the pain didn't come for a long time. She lifted her eyelids and looked down. Leng Changqing had been kicked in the chest and was already rolling on the ground.

Leng Tingye stepped forward and kicked him twice more. Drunk and kicked, Leng Changqing was completely unresponsive, as if he were dead!

Leng Tingye shook his leg, and his pants returned to their original shape.

After experiencing so much, Song Nuan's legs went weak, and she couldn't stand up. She smiled and slid down the wall.

Just as her body was about to hit the ground, a pair of large hands scooped her up and carried her to the bed.

Seeing Song Nuan's pale face, Leng Tingye's brows furrowed, and he reached out to wipe the sweat from her forehead. "Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

I could hear the heartache in his deep voice.

At this moment, Song Nuan felt a mix of emotions. Her enemy had saved her once again.

He always saved her when she was in danger.

why?

Why? What kind of tragic fate lies between them?

A hot tear slid down her cheek, and Leng Tingye lowered his head to kiss it. "It's alright, it's alright!"

For some reason, Song Nuan couldn't help but cry; she needed to resolve the conflict in her heart.

Leng Tingye picked her up, patting her thin back like he was holding a child, "You're such a grown-up, why are you still so childish? The more you try to comfort her, the more she cries!"

This ill-timed pampering left her feeling incredibly conflicted, and she sobbed uncontrollably.

As Leng Tingye wiped the tears from her cheeks, he said, "If you cry like this, people will think you've been frightened, but they'll think you've done something wrong."

His tone was light and casual, yet it sent chills down one's spine, conveying a sense of danger.

Song Nuan was stunned for a moment, then wiped away her tears. "What are you saying, Master Ye?"

"You said you'd stay at Xiyuan, why are you back so late?" The tone was reproachful.

Song Nuan wanted to use this to cover up her inner unease.

Leng Tingye curled his lips and said jokingly, "Is this because I didn't come sooner?"

Song Nuan said timidly, "I wouldn't dare!"

Leng Tingye affectionately poked her forehead, "Let's see if you dare!"

Although it was a joke, Song Nuan always felt that there was another meaning hidden in his words.

Song Nuan changed the subject, muttering under her breath, "It all started because of you!"

"You still say you wouldn't dare!"

Song Nuan begged for mercy, "I won't do it again. I won't do it again!"

"You've spoiled me rotten!"