CEO’s Contract Sweet Wife

Ting Lan was very clear that just because the Young Master didn't pursue the matter, didn't mean that Leng Su didn't report it to the Old Master.    

    

Leng Su stared at Ting Lan in silence.    

    

The silent wine cellar was much warmer than the winter night outside, but it was still deserted.    

    

Leng Su's finger moved away from Ting Lan's chin and slid down her long neck bit by bit. His movement was very slow, as if he was sizing up Ting Lan, but it also seemed like he was thinking about something.    

    

Ting Lan closed her eyes as she gently moved her finger. The tip of her finger had already touched Ting Lan's nerves.    

    

The strength of the man's palm suddenly increased. It was no longer as gentle and gentle as before. It was only a punishment. Ting Lan, who was in so much pain that her eyes were closed, broke out in a cold sweat.    

    

Leng Su sneered. He waved his hand and swept all the utensils on the table beside him to the ground. The white jade wine cup fell on the cement floor and emitted a crisp sound.    

    

When Leng Su saw that Ting Lan refused to look at him, a trace of ruthlessness flashed across his eyes. Following that, Leng Su's actions became even more ruthless and impudent. Ting Lan could clearly feel the cocoon on Leng Su's finger.    

    

Facing Ting Lan who allowed him to ask for more from her, the man didn't show any expression on his face or in his eyes that matched their intimate relationship. Even though Ting Lan had closed her eyes and didn't want him to look at Leng Su, the man didn't reveal his feelings.    

    

When her skin came in contact with the air, Ting Lan trembled slightly. This didn't arouse the man's sympathy in the slightest. Leng Su flipped her over and pressed her onto the table that was colder than the air.    

    

"Ah …"    

    

The cold touch made Ting Lan, who was already nervous, let out a soft cry. The man's movement paused slightly because of the voice. But soon, Ting Lan heard some rustling sounds coming from behind her.    

    

Not daring to look back, she half stood by the table, bent over it, her fingers clamped tightly to the slits of the wooden tabletop. The slightly drunk blush on her face had long since been dispelled by the cold on her skin.    

    

Ting Lan could feel that Leng Su did not even take off his clothes. There was no tenderness or caress as he directly and viciously robbed her.    

    

Gritting her lips tightly, Ting Lan was in so much pain that her brows were tightly knitted together. She was not an ignorant woman who didn't understand human nature. It was her first time experiencing such physical pain, but the only thing she felt was pain.    

    

Ting Lan's body was stiff. Under such tense circumstances, it would be difficult for her to remain calm, let alone open her mouth to relax.    

    

Ting Lan only wanted to press the person who said that to the table to experience it as well, then teach her how to enjoy it!    

    

Leng Su also closed his eyes. In the dim basement, no one could see the expression on his usually cold face soften, and the forehead of the usually calm man also had traces of sweat.    

    

After a long while, Ting Lan finally felt the man stop, but he still hadn't …    

    

"Are you going to enjoy it forever?"    

    

Ting Lan's lips trembled, but she couldn't tell if it was because of the pain or the anger. Enjoy? She felt as if she were being tortured, as if someone were rubbing a knife through her body.    

    

Ting Lan couldn't remain indifferent no matter how much she thought about it. She turned her head slightly and spoke with a depressed tone. Under the extreme pain, the words that came out didn't have any vigor. On the contrary, they carried a sense of weakness.    

    

"Hurry up."    

    

Leng Su's eyebrows jumped. After enduring for a while, he breathed out an order and then began his conquest.    

    

"Alright."    

    

"Ah …"    

    

When everything was over, Ting Lan's voice was hoarse. Even if she didn't dare to shout too loudly in the wine cellar, but from the man's punitive actions, she couldn't help but want to endure it.    

    

Even though she was moaning in pain, Ting Lan's throat could not bear the pain for such a long time.    

    

Without any strength in her body, Ting Lan couldn't even lift her finger. Even after the pain, it still hurt. She was sure she was hurt, and now she didn't even dare to get up from the table. If she moved her legs a little, the tearing pain would fill her nerves.    

    

Behind him came the sound of rustling, and all the while, she was thrown onto the table by him without a care in the world.    

    

When Ting Lan felt that she was finally alone in the wine cellar, she let out a long breath and her body went limp on the table.    

    

It hurts, it really hurts, my body hurts, my heart hurts too.    

    

Leng Su, please remember to keep your promise.    

    

Ting Lan panted slightly, letting the cold air seep through her bare skin, into her blood, and reduce her body temperature, but she still didn't want to move. She only wanted to completely relax her tense nerves.    

    

A faint smile appeared on her face. Her Ting Ye would be safe, but somehow, she just wanted to cry?    

    

Ting Lan let her tears fall onto the tabletop below her, her palms still supporting her cheeks. As she looked at her fingers that were already torn, the curve of her mouth widened.    

    

It was as if the more desperate she was, the safer her sister would be. Leng Su was punishing her for being unfaithful to her sister and her master. How reasonable was that, she didn't have anything to feel wronged about.    

    

After an unknown amount of time, Ting Lan felt that she had slept for a short period of time. After waking up from the cold, she realized that she couldn't go on like this any longer. Even if the temperature in the wine cellar was higher than the outside, she would still freeze to death in a room without any heating.    

    

Ting Lan struggled to get up from the table. She rested her palms on the tabletop. The moment her feet touched the ground, the tearing pain made her sober up.    

    

The clothes scattered on the floor were torn, but they could still be worn. Ting Lan was glad that her pants were still in good condition, so that she wouldn't have to leave the wine cellar naked.    

    

After tidying herself up, Ting Lan moved her hand to the side of the shelf, picked up a small jar of white wine, and took a big gulp without a care.    

    

Be it water or medicine, she had to recover her strength now. Otherwise, if she walked back to the villa, she would die from the pain from the wounds on her body due to exhaustion.    

    

Wiping away the tears on her face, Ting Lan drank a few mouthfuls of white wine before she slowly walked to her room in the cold wine cellar.