Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets! Chapter 542 - 369

Certainly. Below is the translated text:

"How have you been recently?"

Guo Minjie smiled faintly.

She shook her head, choosing not to dwell on such thoughts. Carefully folding her bra and panties, she placed them on the nearby stool. Since she only ca out for dinner, she hadn’t expected to stay out this late, let alone spend the night. She hadn’t brought a change of clothes, so both her underwear and outerwear needed to be kept safe—she would have to wear them again either later or the next morning.

Unable to resist any longer, she lifted her slightly bloodshot eyes to the mirror and once again gazed at the body that had once been her pride, her treasure, but had now been violated and ravaged. The fair skin, radiant beauty, and tender softness seed almost like water in a pristine pool—delicate, smooth, untainted. Not just the most intimate, shy places of a woman’s body, not just the enticing blooming petals of the nipples or the faint marred line of the pubic seam; but every detail—shoulders, navel, legs—even elbows and knees, all so exquisitely supple, youthful, and immaculate, as if untouched by ti or imperfection... Yet staring at herself repeatedly in the mirror, she could almost see gri and filth crawling beneath the surface of her flesh and deep within her pores, and Lu Jincheng’s shadow lingering there. She could even sll Lu Jincheng upon her body.

She knew this was rely her mind playing tricks on her, that she must cast aside these helpless pains and imaginings. Let the warm spray erupting from the showerhead cleanse her body from head to toe—from her hairline to her shoulders, from her breasts to her hips, down her thighs to the arches of her feet. At ho, she seldom showered with such thoroughness, often rushing through it casually. But now, the hot water streaming across her skin felt as though it might wash away so stains, rinse away so anguish. It almost seed like so miraculous hypnotic liquid, enveloping her completely...

Turning off the faucet, she dried her body with a clean, white, fluffy towel, then slipped into her small, snug briefs. Seemingly concerned about sothing, she rummaged through the wardrobe and sure enough, found a set of clean silk pajamas ant for guests. She tried them on—they were slightly too big. But she didn’t want to sleep in her bra; it was too uncomfortable. Nor did she want to sleep naked, as it left her feeling defenseless and afraid. In the end, she hastily opted for the generously sized pajamas, crawled into the sprawling King-size bed layered with white, soft bedding, and imdiately, the buttery warmth of the feathers wrapped around her along with the subtly cool room temperature—adjusted to 22 degrees—intensified her fatigue.

She extinguished the lights, plunging the room into quiet darkness. Only a sliver of moonlight from Crescent Lake managed to perate the curtains, casting a faint glow. She hid her face under the covers, thinking she would soon fall asleep... Yet her thoughts lingered in a half-dreaming, half-waking haze.

She could pretend as if nothing had happened, of course.

But it had happened. Everything was already different, wasn’t it?

In the darkness of the pajamas, she gently wrapped her small arms around her petite body. Her tender breasts pressed close together beneath her grasp; her knees curled inward as her long legs clung tightly together, as though to forever seal her private sanctuary within the shelter of her thighs.

This wonderful little body—was it truly still hers? This body, one she had secretly caressed under her quilt before in search of pleasure, one she had admired in the mirror, feeling an irresistible allure and profound fondness. This body she once envisioned as a treasure to offer to her future husband—was it truly her own anymore?

The door was locked. But if Li Tong had given her the room key, and Lu Jincheng had another one, he could still swipe his card and co in, couldn’t he? If he were to co looking for her after finishing his late-night karaoke session... What could she possibly do? Except suppress her sha and sorrow, cover her mouth, hold back the muffled cries of humiliation and pain, and obediently let him invade her once more, using her delicate body as his playground in the depths of the night. Could she do anything else? Perhaps, at his command and under his threats, she might find herself not only curled up in hopeless misery, enduring his violence—but also spreading her legs on her own. Separating her hands. Offering up the private parts she desperately wished to hide, inch by agonizing inch, for his lustful whims. She might even have to pose, might even have to make deliberate movents—just like she had that night. She might even have to call him "Brother," call him "Master," or even call him "Daddy," uttering these obscene nas, lowering herself with degrading declarations, surrendering to unimaginable tornt and humiliation, all to please this man.

And what was truly pitiful was this wasn’t even her greatest fear anymore.

She had struggled, painstakingly, using a mind still lacking full understanding of these matters, to think it through. Lu Jincheng—he wasn’t like the frivolously rich young heirs who ca to the base solely to chase after her. He was different. He had done so much to her, for her, with her—so much planning, so many intricate sches. He had expended such care and effort to elevate her status, orchestrating her image behind the scenes... Was all of this truly just to amplify his pleasure in assaulting her?

This was why, amidst bouts of self-doubting fantasy, she occasionally wondered if Lu Jincheng had developed so kind of twisted "love" for her. She couldn’t say for sure—his actions defied reason on every level.

Setting aside the specific incident of his assault, his behavior almost seed akin to that of a selfless and powerful agent, committed to packaging her past, managing her present, and designing her future in ways that even she couldn’t fully comprehend. Yet the horrifying photos, that night of agonizing violation, and each mory of Lu Jincheng’s voice beside her ear—uttering vile yet threatening phrases like, "Be obedient, absolutely obedient, comply, completely comply"—these recollections all faintly hinted at certain truths she could only barely grasp.