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"I don't like it when people order me. No matter if she lives or dies, she will always be mine alone. Even if she messes up everyone, she will still be mine alone."
As if declaring his sovereignty, Rong Heting's words were heard clearly by everyone who stood in the basement. He wanted everyone to see his position clearly.
The door of the secret room was closed, cutting off everyone's peeping eyes. Rong Heting pulled Mu Qianqian out from his arms. When he saw her red, swollen eyes and pale face, the anger in his heart made all of his nerves jump.
He pulled Mu Qianqian out of his embrace and threw her onto the cold floor of the room. Seeing Mu Qianqian's weak and weak body fall down once again, the man actually didn't have the slightest trace of pity for her.
Mu Qianqian groaned in pain. However, she quickly swallowed the pain back into her stomach. She didn't want to be weak in front of Rong Heting anymore.
Rong Heting couldn't stand the way Mu Qianqian was holding herself back in front of him. He bent down and pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him.
"What are you thinking about? Is he still thinking about that man in front of me? Ye Feng? Yunrong? Or is it Ling Ao? "
"…"
"Unfortunately, Ye Feng left. The other two people are waiting for you to die at the door. What do you think I should do?"
"Then you should kill me, do you think I'm afraid? "Rong Heting, you killed me."
"Kill me, but you better remember that you promised to give my brother my uncle's bone marrow. I believe the dignified Rong Family Young Master Di will not go back on his words."
Mu Qianqian's tone was light, even though her words contained provocation and questions, she remained indifferent, as if what she was saying about life and death was nothing to her.
Ever since she had personally entered hell today, she had never wanted to face the ice-cold and heartless people and things within the Rong Manor. What was there to fear from death? Living rather than death was the most terrifying thing.
As long as Rong Heting remembered what he promised her, she would buy it with everything she had. She wanted Mu Shen to live on, she wanted to save her only brother's bone marrow.
Rong Heting felt even colder because of Mu Qianqian's words. The hand holding Mu Qianqian's chin lost its grip and trembled slightly. It could be seen that he was furious.
"I forgot, there's also Mu Shen in your heart. There are too many men living in your heart. You don't need to use any other methods to remember who's your man!"
Rong Heting thought of Mu Shen's unfathomable abilities, how Mu Qianqian foolishly sold it for him, how Mu Shen coveted his sister in his eyes, and he wished he could immediately pry the woman's head away to see how stupid she was!
Didn't she lose all feeling due to being cold and numb? Then he would make her feel even more in his hands.
Rong Heting stared at Mu Qianqian sinisterly for a while. Finally, he pinched Mu Qianqian's chin and pulled her up from the ground. He turned his body and caused her to kneel in front of him with her back towards him once again.
Ye Zichen took off the belt on his pants and tied up Mu Qianqian's hands. Then, Rong Heting stood up and walked towards the cabinet in the corner of the dark room.
Mu Qianqian lay humiliated on the ground, her hands behind her back aching painfully from the leather straps. Her body trembled slightly as she thought of everything that had happened in the dark room.
Did he want to do it again? Mu Qianqian forced herself to calm down, but no matter what, she couldn't keep her heart calm. She especially heard the sound of the man taking something out from the cabinet behind her.
When Mu Qianqian finally smelled a burning smell and felt the burning heat at her feet, she realized that Rong Heting had lit a charcoal fire beside her.
"In ancient times, other than being whipped, animals that secretly escape would mark their buttocks so that when strangers see them, they would know who they belonged to and they would no longer hiddenly covet them."
As Rong Heting said this, his palm brushed past Mu Qianqian's delicate body, moving down along her back bit by bit. Finally, he took the opportunity and rolled up the woman's nightgown, revealing her sparkling white skin.
The palm roamed about impudently. In the end, as though it had found a satisfactory position, it was only then that it was willing to leave. Mu Qianqian's body was tense because of Rong Heting's words.
The fire at her feet gave her a bad feeling, but she didn't want to compromise with Rong Heting.
In Rong Heting's hand was a soldering iron made from special materials. Unlike other torture instruments that were ferocious and huge, the soldering iron in his hand was made into a beautiful ancient character symbol. If you looked carefully, it was a refined "beauty" character.
Mu Qianqian thought that since she was already in hell, she could have calmly punished Rong Heting in any way. Turns out that it wasn't the case, he was actually ten thousand times worse than what she imagined!
"Don't... "I don't want to …"
Mu Qianqian was frightened and wanted to dodge Rong Heting's touch, but she had already lost all her physical strength. Now that her hands were tied up, it was even harder for her to move.
Rong Heting saw Mu Qianqian twisting and struggling in front of him. Almost every part of her body was exposed under his gaze. Her voice became hoarse, but her hands didn't stop moving.
With one hand, he held Mu Qianqian's waist so tightly that she couldn't even twist her waist. With the other hand, he took the soldering iron that was placed in the charcoal oven and placed it in his hand.
"It's too late to say no now!"
Rong Heting finally let out his emotions that were close to the edge of her body. He poked the iron directly into the woman's tender skin, letting her skin be scorched by the iron with the word "facial" engraved on it, letting out hissing sounds.
"Ah — ah —"
Mu Qianqian's rationality was shattered by the sudden pain, and her so-called self-esteem had been completely thrown away.
She couldn't care about how distressed her clothes were, and couldn't care about how charming she looked when Rong Heting was tied up. Right now, her nerves were all focused on her buttocks, and the hot iron seemed to have burned all of her dignity, turning her completely into a beast.
"Pain — — ah — ah —"