Ye Yan stood nervously in front of the passenger door with his hands crossed, looking at Feng Wenye's back with obvious nervousness in his eyes.

Zhihai Tingshu was a villa that I bought at the time, less than ten kilometers away from Qi's family, because Feng Wenye had never set foot in it, and only an aunt was left to clean it after the interior was repaired.

My aunt was cleaning the kitchen and was startled when she heard the noise and came out to see it.

Why did so many people come to this place where no one has ever been before overnight?

besides--

"First, sir, why are you here?"

And carrying a woman on his back?

Jiang Yuzhen had never felt so helpless. She kept slapping Feng Wenye on the back, but he didn't let go at all.

She had no choice but to almost plead with her aunt, "Help me..."

Feng Wenye gave his aunt a cold look and said, "Get out."

"Yes, yes!" The aunt didn't seem to hear Jiang Yu's real call for help, and hurriedly backed away from the villa without even having time to untie the apron around her waist.

Jiang Yuzhen watched her aunt leave, and she looked like an abandoned old doll.

She was sobbing so hard that she felt dizzy. While she was sobbing, Feng Wenye took her upstairs with a cold face, her voice trembling with pain from the wound.

"Let me go, let me go, let me go!"

"Feng Wenye, divorce, I want to divorce you!"

But her struggle and resistance only angered Feng Wenye. The residence under his name was almost completely decorated. He coldly carried her to the master bedroom on the second floor and threw her on the soft bed.

"Ah -" She curled up in pain, sobbed and looked at Feng Wenye, with glaring despair in her eyes.

"Let me go, I'm not here anymore..."

It's terrible, it's terrible!

However, Feng Wenye didn't do as she wished. He knelt on one knee beside the bed. In her frightened eyes, he roughly took off his suit and threw it on the carpet, undoing the buttons one by one.

"Jiang Yuzhen, you were the one who stopped me from marrying me, but now you don't want me?"

The shirt was taken off, and his perfect figure was exposed. He pressed hard towards her with her helpless expression, his body was as hard as a wall, and he kept biting her neck.

Jiang Yuzhen cried so hard that she kept struggling, "I don't want you anymore, I don't want you anymore!"

"Too late!"

He was going crazy. When he thought that this person had even the slightest thought of leaving him, he couldn't control himself. He wanted to imbue this person with his aura from top to bottom and put his mark on him.

He also didn't want to control this almost morbid idea.

This is what he deserves. What he said he wanted to achieve should come true.

Jiang Yu really wanted to run away, but she didn't have any strength in her body. The man's arms restrained her. The door was so close, but she couldn't move at all.

The limited-edition skirt was torn to pieces, leaving her with no hair on her body. A tear slipped down her face. She cried in a hoarse voice and begged for mercy, "Please, please let me go. I will never bother you again..."

He didn't answer her, traces of ambiguity gradually spread all over his body, and she was forced to endure this love.

Her strength dissipated little by little, and she was turned over like a dead fish, her head buried in the pillow, which was soaked with tears.

However, Feng Wenye still tried to arouse her desire over and over again, with rough movements on his hands, "Yell."

"Look at me and see who your husband is!"

"Call it out!"

She bit her lip and said nothing, closing her eyes in despair amidst his rough breathing.

She once thought she could rely on this person, but now it seems that Feng Wenye is no different from those who hurt her.

He just couldn't love his sweetheart, and regarded her as a substitute. All he did to her in daily life was just charity.

It's her misfortune.

The bright white lamp in the bedroom illuminates all the furnishings.

Suddenly, the rough movements stopped, and Feng Wenye's deep gaze rested on a ten centimeter long wound on the lower back of his servant.

The wound was scratched very deeply by a sharp instrument. It was originally covered with blood scab, but now it has solidified due to time. There are also small scratches around it, which makes it painful to look at it.

His red eyes focused for a moment, and the dissipated reason gradually returned. Thinking of her reaction in the car, he was stunned for a moment, and then he felt regret that he had never experienced before.

She was really in pain.

What she said just now was true.

It's because he doesn't believe her.

Jiang Yuzhen was lying on the pillow crying silently, but suddenly she felt a slightly cold hand covering the wound.

The next second, the man's unique breath approached. He was buried in her neck, his chin rubbed her shoulders, and his hoarse voice was apologetic.

"sorry."

She turned away, her grievances erupted at this moment, and she couldn't help but cry softly again.

She prides herself on being emotionally stable and never gets too out of control, but Feng Wenye made her cry all night tonight.

Feng Wenye felt his whole body tremble as the person beneath him cried, and the tip of his heart felt like someone had stabbed him with countless knives, causing real pain.

He kissed her neck softly as if comforting, and said with guilt, "It's me, you bastard. Turn around and hit me."

No one replied to him.

His eyes stayed on her for a moment, and he coaxed her in a low voice for a long time, but the person in his arms still didn't hear her and seemed to be crying alone.

It was as if the blood was flowing backwards throughout his body, and he felt more uncomfortable than ever before. Finally, he stood up and looked around the bedroom. His eyes fell on the round table in front of the window, and he got up and walked away.

Jiang Yuzhen felt the weight on her body suddenly disappear. She helplessly touched the quilt to cover her body, but she heard the muffled sound of a man not far away.

Opening his eyes with red eyes, he saw a man standing in front of the window, picking up a fruit knife and slashing his arm expressionlessly. Blood immediately slid down his arm and dripped into the carpet.

It was a fruit knife that I usually use to peel fruits. Because no one came to live there, there was no fruit in the fruit plate, leaving only a lonely fruit knife.

Jiang Yuzhen huddled up and screamed, "Are you crazy?!"

Feng Wenye's deep eyes were as dark as ink, "Is that enough?"

She was so frightened that she couldn't speak. She had never seen such a paranoid person who could stab his body with a knife without changing his expression.

The wound was so deep that it almost touched the artery, and the blood stained the forearm only red.

Feng Wenye just stared at her. Seeing that she didn't speak, he picked up the dagger and slashed her.

"Do you know what you are doing?" Jiang Yuzhen cried harder now, "You hurt me, so who do you think you are now? Do you want my sympathy to offset the harm you just did to me?!

"

He was silent for a while and then said hoarsely, "If it helps you relieve your anger, it's nothing."

"Forgive me and don't leave, okay?"

Jiang Yuzhen was completely speechless now.

What kind of man did she marry?

Feng Wenye looked at her like she was a stranger, and his body and limbs were filled with pain.

He raised his arm again, put the dagger close to the center of his arm, and increased his strength——

Seeing that the hand holding the knife was getting stronger, she covered herself with the quilt at the last moment and stood up and rushed towards him, holding his knife-holding wrist as if she had collapsed, "Stop slicing——"
Chapter completed!