"I will not help you leave through this door tonight, and I will go downstairs and tell Zhang Wencheng to get lost!" Song Lifei declared harshly.
Xin Zaozao was so angry that her body began to tremble!
It was her life; she did not need anyone to dictate it!
Song Lifei left the doorway, saying to Mu Cidian, "It’s up to you now."
It’s up to you now.
From now on, Xin Zaozao is your responsibility.
Song Lifei entered the elevator.
Indeed, from the mont he stepped out of this door, he was on the way to giving up.
He was truly giving up on Xin Zaozao.
He finally understood why Ji Baili chose to be just friends with Xin Zaozao, it wasn’t because he didn’t love her, but because... he really couldn’t have her.
If Xin Zaozao was going to accept them, she would’ve done so already.
She wouldn’t have waited until now.
Wouldn’t have waited until now, when Mu Cidian was released from jail.
He gave a bitter smile.
The elevator arrived.
He left the complex and approached a high-end black sedan.
In the car, Zhang Wencheng watched Song Lifei. He rolled down the window, not seeing Xin Zaozao anywhere, "Where is your director Xin?"
Without a word, Song Lifei motioned for him to get out of the car.
Zhang Wencheng raised an eyebrow, "For what?"
Song Lifei rely gestured once more.
Zhang Wencheng furrowed his brows.
All of a sudden, he asked, "Did Director Xin invite straight to her place?"
Song Lifei chuckled.
The old lecher hasn’t changed at all.
Zhang Wencheng mistook Song Lifei’s laughter as confirmation.
Excitent surged within him.
Xin Zaozao, it had been rumored for a while that she slept her way to the top of the Xin Group. He had never t her before, but now it seed the rumors were true.
Anxious, he hurriedly opened the car door, his heart aflutter.
The thought of touching Xin Zaozao’s buttocks earlier made his blood boil.
He got out the car, trying to maintain an upright deanor.
Song Lifei watched as Zhang Wencheng, despite his suit, could not hide his sleaziness. He said, "Co here."
Zhang Wencheng brushed off his suit, "Just tell the room number. I can go up myself. I don’t want to hold up your ti, Director Song."
"Co here, and I’ll tell you." Song Lifei gestured.
After a mont of thought, Zhang Wencheng approached Song Lifei and leaned in close.
Seeing Zhang Wencheng’s head co near, Song Lifei’s eyes narrowed. He grabbed Zhang Wencheng’s hair and harshly headbutted him.
Zhang Wencheng, caught off guard, was stunned. His head spun.
Before he could process what had happened, Song Lifei landed a vicious punch in Zhang Wencheng’s stomach.
Clutching his stomach, Zhang Wencheng staggered backwards.
Song Lifei delivered a sharp kick between Zhang Wencheng’s legs.
Zhang Wencheng was kicked off his feet and fell to the ground, crying out in pain.
Song Lifei watched Zhang Wencheng writhing on the ground, his blows continuing to rain down.
Let this serve as a lesson to your lustful heart. You want to sleep with Xin Zaozao? I will make sure you’re impotent.
As he continued his assault on Zhang Wencheng, he released his pent-up frustration and anger.
Relieving all of today’s emotions.
Relieving his lost love...
Petrified by the violent scene before him, Zhang Wencheng’s driver imdiately called the police and rushed over to stop Song Lifei from continued beating of Zhang Wencheng...
Downstairs.
It was complete chaos.
Upstairs.
Mu Cidian finally let go of Xin Zaozao.
The mont when Mu Cidian let go, Xin Zaozao landed a hard slap on Mu Cidian’s face, "From now on, get out of here! Don’t you dare show your face to again!"
Mu Cidian stood still, his face turning red with a clear imprint of a slap.
"Get out of the way!" Xin Zaozao roared.
Mu Cidian didn’t move.
"Get out of the way!" Xin Zaozao pushed at Mu Cidian.
Mu Cidian stood as firm as a statue, unmoving.
Xin Zaozao glared at him with anger, "Mu Cidian, what the hell do you want?"
Again, Xin Zaozao was grabbed by Mu Cidian.
Xin Zaozao bit down hard on Mu Cidian’s lips.
Mu Cidian winced in pain.
But even if it killed him, he would not let go of Xin Zaozao.
At this mont, Xin Zaozao truly wanted to murder Mu Cidian.
Their kiss was bitter, filled with the taste of blood.
She really wanted to kill Mu Cidian, she truly wanted him dead!
In the room.
Xin Zaozao lay on the couch.
In front of her eyes was a dazzling crystal chandelier.
She suddenly rembered many years ago.
No matter how much she didn’t want to, no matter how uncomfortable she was, if he wanted it, it was granted.
At this mont, she wondered, why did she financially support Mu Cidian? To repeat the past mistakes?
...
The next morning.
Xin Zaozao opened her eyes.
She turned her head to look where Mu Cidian had been.
Mu Cidian was gone.
Had he left?
She looked towards the window.
It should not be early now.
She reached for her phone, having rembered that it had been smashed by Mu Cidian.
She got up.
Spotting a bathrobe nearby, she draped it over her body and left the bedroom.
Outside the room, Mu Cidian was nowhere to be found.
He might have really left.
Mu Cidian’s greatest strength was his obedience.
She glanced at the clock on the living room wall. It was already 11 a.m.
It had been a long ti since she had slept in.
Xin Zaozao moved her body.
Besides feeling sore and weak, she was also hungry.
She headed towards the kitchen.
There were plenty of ingredients in the kitchen but none that could be eaten as is.
She thought for a while.
And decided to make so porridge.
She suddenly craved shrimp congee.
There were frozen prawns, all cleaned up, they just needed to be cooked.
She wanted to look up a cooking video on her phone, but rembered her phone was broken.
But she felt too drained to go out and was afraid she wouldn’t even be able to take a couple of steps.
So she went with her gut to make the porridge.
Rinse the rice, add water, put in the prawns, then start the fire.
She just watched.
And watched.
All of a sudden, a lot of white froth burst forth from the small stew pot. Xin Zaozao was startled and hurriedly turned off the fire.
As soon as she turned off the fire, the white froth spurted out, falling onto Xin Zaozao’s hands.
"Ah!" Xin Zaozao shrieked in pain.
In her frantic state, she accidentally knocked over the stew pot.
The pot fell straight down and hit the floor.
Xin Zaozao quickly dodged, but the water, rice, and prawns scattered all over, scalding her instep, causing several blisters. She cried in pain.
She hadn’t realized cooking could be so hard.
She looked at the ss before her.
In the mont of approaching ltdown, the door suddenly opened.
Xin Zaozao turned her head.
Mu Cidian appeared at the door.
Xin Zaozao thought Mu Cidian had left.
Seeing him, she showed no emotion and turned back to start cleaning up the ss on the floor.
Mu Cidian put down his things and quickly rushed over, "Let do it."
"Weren’t you supposed to leave?" Xin Zaozao retorted coldly.
Mu Cidian chuckled.
"I just went out to get so things," he said, cleaning up the ss on the floor.
"Didn’t you get the mo to leave?" Xin Zaozao stood and watched him.
Mu Cidian chose to remain silent.
After cleaning up, he rinsed the rice again and began to make shrimp congee.
Xin Zaozao watched his bustling figure, limping her way to the sofa.
Mu Cidian noticed her burns.
He made sure the small fire wouldn’t flare up again before fetching the dical kit and going to Xin Zaozao.
Xin Zaozao’s hands and feet were burnt. Her hands were red and blisters appeared on her feet, looking rather frightening.
"Let apply so ointnt for your burns," Mu Cidian said, getting to work.
Xin Zaozao didn’t refuse, but continued to probe, "Why are you still here?"
Mu Cidian chuckled softly.
Xin Zaozao had spoken three words in this whole ti.
All three were telling him to leave.
"I never said I would leave," he said.
"When did you grow such a thick skin?"
"After eting you."
" ..." Xin Zaozao gritted her teeth.
The pain was real at this mont.
Mu Cidian felt it too. He applied the ointnt and blew gently on her wounds.
Xin Zaozao swallowed the words she was about to say.
After applying the ointnt and bandaging her wounds, he returned to the stove to simr the porridge.
Once the porridge was ready, he scooped into two bowls and placed them on the dining table. Then he went to get Xin Zaozao, lifting her straight off the sofa.
Xin Zaozao instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
Mu Cidian wore a light grin.
He placed her on a dining chair.
As he pulled away, his gaze lingered for a mont.
Xin Zaozao frowned and followed his gaze.
She was wearing a loosely draped bathrobe with nothing underneath, and after all the movent, the front was obviously open.
Xin Zaozao tugged on her clothes, wrapping her body tightly.
Mu Cidian averted his eyes and returned to his seat.
The two ate their porridge.
"Weren’t you okay last night?" Mu Cidian smiled.
"Which eye of yours saw being okay?"
"Both."
"You’re blind." Xin Zaozao denied.
"Indeed, won always say one thing and an another." Mu Cidian murmured.
"Mu Cidian, where do you get your confidence from ... hmm." Xin Zaozao’s eyes widened.
Mu Cidian suddenly stood, ran over and planted a kiss on her lips.
Had Mu Cidian gone mad?
Who allowed him to kiss her? Who permitted him to kiss her incessantly?!
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