The sudden slap brought all the thoughts in the darkness to a freezing point.
Lin Yuer was completely confused. She didn't know what was going on with her. Wasn't she always suppressed? Wasn't she always forcing herself to settle for the status quo? Why couldn't she hold back at this juncture?
He stared blankly at his painful hand, and then blankly looked at the face of the man opposite him who turned away, "Gu Wangchuan, I... I didn't mean it... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"Damn it!!" Gu Wangchuan was like a furious lion, grabbing her neck and pressing her against the back of the sofa. There were several veins on his strong arms.
Lin Yue'er didn't even have time to call for help, her breathing suddenly stagnated, and her hands instinctively slapped him, "Let... let me go..."
Gu Wangchuan was really angry. No one dared to lay a finger on him. Unexpectedly, he was slapped by this woman!
He had to tear her apart!
Lin Yuer only felt that her lungs were burning and would explode soon. The ferocious appearance of the man in front of her was blurred by tears and could not be seen clearly. The only thing that kept recurring in her head was one sentence...
Is she going to die?
Just like that...dead?
Aunt Hua heard Gu Wangchuan's roar upstairs and ran up quickly, slamming the door hard, "Young Master, Young Mistress! What happened?"
Gu Wangchuan just wanted to vent his anger, so he clamped his hands around her neck, wishing he could just break it!
All the hatred is at the critical point at this moment.
The face in his eyes gradually overlapped with that of that bitch.
He will never forget the scene when his father pressed that woman on the desk and moved his body wantonly! He can never forget the sight of his mother standing on the top floor crying...
Hate blinded him.
Lin Yuer's body began to stiffen, and her desire to survive made her use her last strength to raise her hand, hold his wrist, and said with difficulty, "Gu...Gu Wangchuan...why are you doing this to me?"
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His blood-red eyes suddenly darkened when they met her misty eyes.
A gap suddenly appeared in the accumulated hatred, and a dazzling light came through, allowing him to see clearly that the painful face in front of him was not that bitch...
He cursed lowly, released his hands, turned around and left. When he opened the door, Aunt Hua asked anxiously, "Young Master, this is..."
Gu Wangchuan didn't even look at her, and went straight downstairs with anger and hatred.
"Ahem..." Lin Yuer lay on the sofa and coughed violently. The fresh air he finally breathed seemed so precious.
Aunt Hua hurriedly came over to help her up. Seeing her suppressed red face, she said in surprise, "Young lady, this... what's going on? What happened?"
Lin Yue'er just shook his head slowly, holding back tears, and sipped alone...
Gu Wangchuan, how much do you hate me?
The sound of a car engine came from downstairs, and immediately, they roared out of the door.
Lin Yuer also forgot how she entered the bathroom and how long she locked herself there crying. All she knew was that the person reflected in the mirror looked horribly haggard.
Gu Wangchuan didn't come back all night.
When she got up early, she deliberately wore a turtleneck to cover the bruises on her neck.
Aunt Hua watched her expression carefully and took care of her even more considerately. She didn't mention a word about what happened last night.
"Oh, by the way, eldest mistress, the second young master has called. He will be back today."