209 Chapter 209: Hurting her is worth ten points 1
Just from their initial encounter and the transaction that made her feel ashamed, her body had already been marked with shame. She couldn't forget that she had sold her body and her dignity to gain everything.
If one day Rong Beiming gets tired of her, doesn't like her anymore, and loses interest in her body, what awaits her is the same fate as Hai Xin and other women.
At that time, the deeper she sinks, the greater the damage she will suffer. But Rong Beiming is different. He is always the one in control, like an elegant hunter, admiring the struggle of his prey.
So the better he treats her now, the more tangled and tormented she feels.
"My dear, go see your mother and come down in a moment! I'll sit down for a while and take a look!"
"good!"
Yu Xinai went out and closed the door behind her.
When the door clicked and closed, the tears that Yu Nianen had held back for a long time poured down uncontrollably like floods bursting from a dam.
She covered her mouth to prevent herself from making any sound, and her body was shaking from the suppressed sobs. She did not forget Rong Beiming's words. If she was obedient, she could be pampered to heaven.
She has not forgotten that he said that one day he would let her go when he got tired of playing.
But when this boundless pampering was suddenly about to be withdrawn, would he feel half-hearted about her fate?
She would be like an imprisoned canary. After getting used to being fed by her master, she suddenly returns to the forest. At that time, what awaits her is definitely a cruel reality.
But what else can she do if she doesn't accept it? Shamelessly tell him that she has to rely on him for the rest of her life?
Why should she own his life?
She struggled helplessly, thinking of every bit of time with Rong Beiming, of letting go of love, of Ding Ziqian, of the image of a man in military uniform, and finally of her dead father...
Tears had already soaked her hands, and even her arms were covered with teardrops.
The door to the room was gently pushed open, and the tall figure stood still. Looking at the little woman squatting on the floor beside the bed, covering her face and crying sadly, she held her breath in pain.
But even if he didn't breathe, the splitting pain would still come overwhelming.
He walked over slowly, knelt down, and silently took her into his arms.
Yu Nianen was startled by the sudden warmth, and then he began to struggle vigorously, trying not to let himself indulge anymore.
"Didn't you say you won't cry?" Rong Beiming asked hoarsely, his arms still holding her tightly.
"Let go! I want to be alone..." She pushed, her face was messy, and her temples were soaked.
She cried wildly, like a child. In fact, she never liked being alone, she was too lonely, too lonely.
But this man will definitely bring her a long-term loneliness that she cannot bear.
"I know what you are thinking. I won't leave today. I will sleep here, in your home, in your room." Rong Beiming wiped away the tears that kept falling from the corners of her eyes with his thumb, and tried his best to smile, "It's so ugly.
It’s so ugly to cry.”
"Then you go back, I want to be alone!"
"Dream you, I'm not as stupid as you. I went to wash my face and was waiting for you to make salt-baked shrimp." He dragged her up and carried her into the bathroom.
"Apply hot water to your face. If you continue like this, your family will think that I have bullied you, and my image will be ruined by you."