The man sat comfortably on the edge of the bed with his protruding belly, very close to An Ying.
"Mr. Su, you should leave quickly, or I will call for soone." Ignoring his affectionate words, An Ying only wanted to distance herself from him.
She swiftly moved to the other side of the bed.
Su Jianteng, quick as a flash, grabbed her slender wrist.
"An Ying, I truly like you." Seeing her intense reaction, Su Jianteng noticed she was far from those won who pretended to resist in the past, and his patience was waning.
"Let go." An Ying tried to push him away, and as she flung her hand, her phone dropped to the floor, but she didn’t pay any mind, only wanting to break free from the man’s grasp.
"An Ying, stop fooling around, be with , okay?" As he spoke, he had already kicked off his shoes, kneeling as he moved toward An Ying.
"Help..." An Ying cried out in panic, her disheveled hair falling over her back and chest.
Though her skin was fair as snow, her cheongsam accentuated her slender figure, and her slim waist captivated the man’s gaze.
Su Jianteng had seen nurous beauties, but the taste of this peerless beauty before him was sothing he hadn’t yet savored, and he felt particularly excited.
"Even if you scream till your throat is sore, no one will care." Su Jianteng pulled her wrist hard towards his embrace.
"Ah..." An Ying’s frail body collided with the man’s ribs, and her forehead throbbed with pain.
This impact snapped her out of her drunken stupor.
"Help..."
Unwilling to give up, An Ying shouted towards the door.
Yet the response was an endless silence, and An Ying began to realize the reality that the man wasn’t deceiving her.
Perhaps he had already sent away the waitstaff outside. Thinking of this, a deep despair surged in An Ying’s heart.
"An Ying, I really like you, stay with , huh?"
The man lowered his head, leaned close to An Ying’s ear, and spoke in a beguiling whisper, almost like a soft coaxing.
An Ying’s nostrils were filled with the man’s breath, a strong perfu scent emanating from him, and the next second, the man’s gaze fell on the clasps of her cheongsam.
When his hand touched her collar, An Ying trembled violently, accidentally glimpsing the remote control on the bedside table. She discreetly reached for it, grasping it tightly while the man was unaware.
"An Ying..." The man was about to try unbuttoning when his head suddenly hurt, "Ah..."
He instinctively covered his head with both hands.
Freed, An Ying got up, barefoot, picking up the phone from the ground and heading towards the exit.
Su Jianteng watched the woman escape, paying no heed to the sharp pain from his head, and chased her with glaring eyes, "Bitch..." he cursed under his breath.
When An Ying reached the main door, she found it locked tight, and she glanced at the stairs, without a mont of hesitation, climbed them.
Finally, she stopped at the expansive balcony on the second floor.
"Help..." She shouted from the edge, looking at the scattered lights of the buildings in the night.
"Help..."
She had run too fast just now, and as she sought help, her hands rested on the glass rail, gasping for breath.
"An Ying, stop shouting."
Su Jianteng’s voice echoed eerily.
An Ying couldn’t help but shiver, seeing the man looking at her leisurely.
"You, you’re shaless." An Ying began moving her body.
The man’s forehead was bleeding, a sign of her earlier blows with the remote control.
Su Jianteng cared little about the injury, initially intending to pose as a gentleman in front of the beauty. Since the beauty didn’t appreciate it, he didn’t mind resorting to force.
"Haha, the real shalessness is yet to co, better save so strength for later." Su Jianteng said with a face full of smugness.
An Ying breathed rapidly, watching the man’s brazen deanor, feeling a wave of nausea and disgust in her throat.
As the man approached, An Ying glimpsed down from the balcony, seeing the concrete ground below.
Suddenly, a decisive look flashed in her eyes, "If you, if you co any closer, I’ll jump."
Standing on the second-floor balcony, surrounded by dim yellow lights.
An Ying stood against the wind, dressed in a pristine white cheongsam, like a blooming white lotus, graceful and pure.
Hearing her words, Su Jianteng sneered coldly, looking at her with disdain, "Do you really think of yourself as a chaste woman?"
Over the years, Su Jianteng had seen many self-proclaid noble won, and in the end, didn’t they all bow to money?
Seeing the beauty standing dazed, Su Jianteng delivered the killing blow, "If you jump and sothing happens, your daughter will be an orphan."
An Ying’s initially empty eyes trembled slightly.
Seeing her dazed look, Su Jianteng stepped forward, "Since you like the big balcony, let’s spend a wonderful night here."
The balcony was about one hundred square ters, with pleasant views and sofas for resting, even so unique decorations, creating a poetic and artistic ambiance.
Su Jianteng was always full of tricks when with won.
Just as he reached out to put his arm on An Ying’s shoulder, a sharp look flashed in An Ying’s eyes.
Su Jianteng couldn’t imagine she would hit him with the remote control again, and in the sa spot, instantly causing him to see stars, one hand covering his head, the other pulling the woman with force.
In his eyes, An Ying was slender and beautiful, charmingly delicate, especially her soft Wu dialect that could make anyone’s heart itch. Perhaps the impression was too weak, making him lower his guard and get hurt twice.
"You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit." Su Jianteng growled lowly, grabbed the remote from her hand, and smashed it onto the floor.
In the next mont, he dragged An Ying towards the distant sofa.
And the bloodstains on his forehead dripped onto the wooden floor, vanishing in the dim night light.
"Help..." An Ying cried weakly, suppressing the sourness in her heart, holding back tears.
Yinyin! An Ying whispered in her heart.
With great strength, the man tossed the frail An Ying onto the sofa, and she sniffed, watching the man’s slow approach.
"Go away, leave alone..." Her voice carried a sob, pleading.
"An Ying, tonight you are destined to be mine." Su Jianteng removed his jacket, his eyes filled with intense desire.
As the man’s clothes were thrown one by one on the floor, An Ying suddenly felt an icy chill in her heart.
Her gaze shifted to the glass railing a few ters away.
The railing was barely more than one ter high.
"Beauty, I..."
Before Su Jianteng could finish his sentence, he vaguely saw a light figure dashing toward the edge of the balcony.
By the ti he regained his senses, that silhouette leaping over the railing had already disappeared.
"An, An Ying." Su Jianteng collapsed, his legs weak, falling to the ground.
With trembling hands, he found a phone from his suit on the floor and dialed.
"Quick, save her, An Ying jumped off the building. Get soone to find her and call a doctor." Su Jianteng stamred, clearly terrified.
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