Although it was a cold winter night, the villa located on the outskirts of city B was as hot as summer.

"Can't believe you still have some backbone, even like this, refusing to speak up..."

The man's voice was cold and sarcastic, but his tone did not soften. His gaze pierced through her again and again, fiercer than before. Du Ruo bit back a moan, refusing to give away her shame.

I only hope this torment will end soon.

But the man, as if he saw through her mind, wished to end it, yet he refused.

The more he endured and held back, the more gently and slowly he ground away, deliberately targeting sensitive points, meticulously, counting each one, exploring depths and nuances.

Time ticked by, Du Ruo's jaw had already been bitten by herself, leaving a string of beads. Her whole body was soaked in sweat, like she had been fished out of water.

There are some, and there are his.

Even felt like I might die in my bed tonight.

But just as he was feeling on the brink of death, with one final blow, it all ended.

He let out a muffled grunt, then slumped onto the bed, closing his eyes. He didn't even want to move his fingers anymore.

Fu Yi Chen stared at the little marks he'd left on the naked body, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, like a proud leopard admiring its prey.

"Du Ru, your current level is so far behind compared to three years ago. Back then, you still knew how to please me..."

He raised an eyebrow, his hand pinching her chin to force her head up to meet his gaze. "Well now, are you speechless? Hmm?"

Du Ruo was pinched until it hurt, she struggled to open her eyes and met his pair of icy cold eyes. She choked out a plea, "Your parents are still next door."

"Heh…" The man let out a scoff, the disdain in his eyes impossible to conceal. "The most shameless Miss Du Er, would she be afraid of these things?"

Bite and remain silent.

Fu Yi Chen suddenly felt bored. He seemed to have changed drastically since he suddenly returned.

He is ruthless, he endures; he gets hurt, and he remains silent, making no fuss, causing no trouble, and harboring no resentment.

He let go, his face cold. "Du Ruo, remember how you begged me. The fate of the Du family depends on my satisfaction with you."

She stared blankly as he got up from bed, knowing that he always kept his word. Her heart ached with pain.

The sound of running water echoed, and he lay helplessly on the bed, staring at the red double happiness characters hanging above his head. He felt a deep sense of irony.

Back then, she got into his bed with all sorts of schemes and ran away without a word. Now, no matter what he does, she's over it.

I just didn't expect Fu Yi Chen to get married.

Thinking of the Du family relying on the Fu family even now, she closed her eyes again, and the hand hanging by her side quietly clenched.

The sound of the water stopped at some point. Footsteps echoed, the mattress beside her sank in, and the hand that had once flicked a lighter on the bed now rested on her waist, burning with a searing heat.

Du Ru couldn't help but shiver.

The man, however, made no further move. After a moment, he opened his eyes and met the other's gaze with a half-smile in his peach blossom eyes. A light chuckle reached his ear, "So afraid of me? I remember you were very bold. When you ran three years ago, you should have thought about it, some debts need to be repaid. Now, putting on this act for whom?"

I wanted to say something, but I swallowed it back down. Taking a deep breath, I said, "I'm not afraid of you, I just have to get up early tomorrow morning to offer tea to my grandfather. Aren't you tired?"

"Tired?" He ran a hand through his hair, lowering his gaze to scrutinize her face. It was still so innocent-looking, vulnerable even, yet it could deliver the most fatal blow when you least expected it.

He raised an eyebrow, his voice as cold as ice, "Torturing you? I'll never get tired of it."

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