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Mu Qianqian did not know why, but she suddenly felt an excruciating pain in her heart, causing her tears to flow down.
Rong Heting was finally infuriated by Mu Qianqian's decisiveness. Who was he going to see next time? Leaving him, she threw herself into the arms of Ye Feng, who had lived with her for so many years. He wasn't allowed!
With a few steps, he walked to Mu Qianqian's side and grabbed her wrist. Ignoring the strength in his palm, he glared fiercely at Mu Qianqian's terrified eyes.
"Do you think I will allow you to break the contract as you please? I have already warned you before, if I don't tell you to stop, you are destined to be my plaything! "
Rong Heting ignored Mu Qianqian's trembling and charmingly smiled, "Do you mind Ling Jinghan or Ye Feng? Are you afraid he won't want you anymore? Heh, you are already mine! "
"No …" I am not! " Mu Qianqian was driven mad by Rong Heting and couldn't control her emotions anymore. "Brother Feng said that even if I did wrong, I will forgive him. I want to be with him, I don't want to be Little San!"
Hearing Mu Qianqian's cries, Rong Heting became even angrier. If she was together with Ye Feng, then he would kill Ye Feng!
"Little San'er, you are not worthy! You're just my pet. "Mu Qianqian, if you dare mention Ye Feng again, I'll kill him. Let's see how you'll be together with him!"
"Oh yes, and your uncle's bone marrow as well. His life, your brother's life, are in your hands. If you want them to live, you should know how to do it later! "
Rong Heting pushed Mu Qianqian away and threw her to the ground. Looking at the little woman on the ground, he didn't have a shred of sympathy. He walked to the bed with a cold expression and slowly tasted the red wine in the cup on the bed.
The captivating red wine was as sweet as a little girl's. Rong Heting looked at the little girl who was frightened by him and opened his mouth without caring, "Have you decided what to do?" "If you've thought of something, then roll over here right now."
Mu Qianqian's small face was covered in tears. What should she do? There was no way she could escape. Rong Heting was too powerful. Mu Qianqian had already seen him say that he wanted to kill someone. She knew that what he said was true.
Deep. She still needed to save Deep. She couldn't let her uncle die. That was her only hope.
Thinking of Ye Feng's warm face, Ling Jinghan's gentle smile, and Ting Ye's indignant criticism, Mu Qianqian felt tired even if she was alive, so she stood up in despair and walked to Rong Heting's side. He wanted to play with her, so she gave it to him.
She stiffly took off her clothes, bit by bit, until she was completely naked. Mu Qianqian's face showed no other reaction other than being at a loss. She was a plaything, so he wouldn't make things difficult for her after he had fun, right?
Rong Heting looked at Mu Qianqian who acted like she was being toyed with and became angry all over. Did he make her despair just by following him around? He wanted her to be completely submissive.
With his big palm grabbing Mu Qianqian's chin and pulling down forcefully, Mu Qianqian kneeled in front of him. His fingers gently caressed Mu Qianqian's red lips. Rong Heting went close to Mu Qianqian's ear, and the words he said made her blood freeze.
"I haven't tried it yet."
Without giving Mu Qianqian a chance to resist, Rong Heting pinched Mu Qianqian's jaw.
"Ugh …" "Be a bit more obedient, you won't be able to pay the price for disobedience."
Mu Qianqian's tears could no longer be controlled. They flowed down her face violently. She turned her head to avoid the tears, but her chin was tightly held by the man's palm.
After an unknown period of time, Mu Qianqian felt like she was suffocating. Rong Heting's lips finally left hers.
After an unknown period of time, Rong Heting finally finished. He carried Mu Qianqian and left for the bathroom.
When Mu Qianqian was in a coma, she didn't see the gentleness and love in the man's eyes. She didn't know how strong the arm around her was, so she unconsciously snuggled up to him.
At ten o'clock at night, the entire Rong Manor quieted down. Mu Qianqian looked at the man beside her who occasionally brought her warmth, and occasionally sent her into hell, and retreated from his embrace in a daze.
After gently closing the bedroom door, Mu Qianqian walked into the study alone and sat beside the liquor cabinet in Rong Heting's study in a daze.
She was scared. Rong Heting, who had bullied her at night, was a demon she had never seen before, and it made her want to avoid him. However, she couldn't run away. Deep in her heart, she couldn't give up on her little brother's hope.
Shifting her gaze to the bottles of yellow or red liquid, Mu Qianqian took the quilt from the wine rack and tried to taste it. She didn't want to remember Rong Heting's bad luck, she just wanted to remember his warmth. She didn't want to see such a terrifying demon.
As the pungent liquor slowly filled her stomach, Mu Qianqian knew that she didn't have enough alcohol, so she didn't dare to drink it big gulps. But even though she tried a little, her eyes slowly became hazy.
The quiet study room was filled with the sounds of Mu Qianqian pouring wine and her occasional whimpers. Her heart ached. The future was too far away for her. If she was saved deeply one day, would she be able to return to the past?