Chapter 809: Chapter 811 Public (3)
They had kissed before, with even more passion. But inside the car, in such a confined space, that was new. Neither of them wanted to give in. She fought back like a crazed beast, while he evaded and then ca back to erode her defenses even longer. She had already drunk alcohol and taken dication, barely maintaining her clarity through heartbreak and rage towards the Cai Family, Bai Changyou, and Fang Zheng. His proximity almost instantly ignited her.
Though her anger persisted, she could feel the strength in her body depleting and her consciousness weakening. But she was so mad, so full of hate! Qin Zhigu bullying her, Bai Changyou, Fang Zheng, and Cai Yiren bullying her was one thing, but what right did Qin Zhiyou have to harm her?
As the two of them scuffled, they were both left breathless when they parted. Then Lu Weixi raised her hand and delivered a fierce slap to Qin Zhiyou’s face, causing his cheek to twist and his fringe to flutter.
“Bastard!”
Qin Zhiyou didn’t duck, just turned his head back, and received another backhanded slap from her.
Still, Qin Zhiyou didn’t dodge, but after she had slapped him twice, he grabbed her wrist and restrained her inside the car, his brow furrowing slightly: “That’s enough.”
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“Qin Zhiyou, you bastard!”
She couldn’t fight back, her strength rapidly fading, her emotions a mix of grief, fear, and burning rage: “You’re shaless, you bastard, you lowlife!”
“Miss, did you take the wrong dication today?” At this point, Qin Zhiyou also vaguely sensed that sothing was off with Lu Weixi, her body temperature rising too quickly. Even with alcohol, it shouldn’t reach this level.
Unless the drinks at the bar just now were tampered with. Damn it, he had been watching the whole ti; how could sothing like this happen?
Or was there sothing wrong with the cocktail she had downed at the end?
“You are shaless, a bastard! What did you say on the phone with Fang Rushuang just now? Weren’t you going to respect her wishes? And now what are you doing? You’re so hypocritical, it’s sickening!”
Qin Zhiyou shrugged his shoulders, realizing she was angry about the phone call he had made earlier.
He didn’t let go of her hand but slowly drew closer, their noses almost touching.
“She’s my fiancée, of course I have to respect her. But you? You’re just a woman my brother discarded. He chose Cai Yiren over you. You were the one who hit just now. I’m only giving you a small punishnt for your excesses, get that straight!”
Although his tone was cold, he moved even closer, almost sticking to her face.
Trapped in the car by him and with her arm in his grasp, Lu Weixi was weak both in body and mind, and what infuriated her most was that despite hating him to death, an incomprehensible urge to draw closer surfaced as he approached.
Startled by this feeling of closeness, she recoiled. Impossible! She was supposed to hate Qin Zhiyou the most, how could she want to be close to him?
Yet Qin Zhiyou’s words pierced her like a knife: “You are a failure, your mother is a failure, your mother lost to Mother Cai, and you lost to Cai Yiren. Uncle Fang won’t help you, and Rushuang will drift further away from you. If I hadn’t been kind, back at the bar, you might have…”
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