It was already late at night when Yu Zeyao returned to the Vice Presidential Palace.
He felt tired and sat in the back seat with his eyes closed. It was not until the car stopped and Zhuang Yan turned around and called him that he slowly opened his eyes.
The driver ran out of the car to open the door for him. He got out of the car. Almost instinctively, he looked up—that was the window of her room. These days, it was dark there, without any light at all.
But tonight, when he looked up, he was surprised to see that the light was on in that room.
He strode into the villa, leaving Zhuang Yan and the others outside.
"Sir." He hurried in, without even taking off his shoes, and strode in. He turned a deaf ear to the servant's respectful greeting.
I walked upstairs and suddenly opened the door of her room. The light inside was bright and clear, but I didn't see the familiar figure. There were only a few servants cleaning the room.
Hearing the noise, the servant raised his head and greeted: "Good evening, sir!"
"Are there only a few of you here?" Yu Zeyao asked in surprise.
"Yes, sir. Are you looking for someone?"
Yu Zeyao glanced at the empty house, and at that moment, he seemed to wake up from a dream. What was he looking for? She was not here at all! She was in that villa, guarded by someone, and could not escape.
Even if she could really fly out, she would never appear here. I'm afraid she should have left with her fiancé Liang Shengyi a long time ago and lived together forever!
"Sir, are you okay?" The servant noticed that he looked unwell and asked worriedly.
Yu Zeyao said nothing, just slammed the door and walked out.
The sound of "bang" echoed throughout the house, making people feel frightened. The servants looked at each other.
Everyone knew that during the days when Miss Jing was away, Mr. Jing was in a very bad mood. He was like a bomb that could explode at any time. This made everyone in the family be very cautious.
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The night is getting darker and darker.
It was just after the New Year, and the fireworks in the city were still blooming. The more prosperous and brilliant it was outside, the more lonely and desolate she looked as she stayed alone in the house.
She had a cold and seemed to have a fever. She felt dizzy and heavy, and just lay in bed, not wanting to move.
Jing Yu was lying on the sofa with a thin blanket in his arms when he suddenly heard some noise at the door.
It's almost one o'clock now.
The bodyguards outside would never come in at this time. It is impossible for the people who were supplying her with supplies to come at this time.
So, who will come
Jing Yu's heart trembled, he sat up hugging the quilt, and subconsciously looked towards the door. That glance, he was stunned.
The man she thought would never appear in front of her again was now standing at the door. She looked over and her eyes met his gloomy and cold gaze.
He walked towards her step by step. Jingyu's hands holding the quilt tightened.
The next moment, the man had already stepped to the side of the sofa. She instinctively retracted her legs to make room at the other end.
He sat down directly.
Jing Yu stepped back and leaned against the other end of the sofa. The two of them were not too close, but he could still clearly smell the alcohol on him.
Because of his sudden appearance, the originally empty hall suddenly became much narrower to Jing Yu, and even breathing became difficult.
Yu Zeyao did not speak, but just sat there quietly, lighting a cigarette and smoking. For a moment, Jing Yu wondered if he was going to stay here and smoke all night.
"Pour me a glass of water." He suddenly spoke. Perhaps because he drank too much, his deep voice was hoarse.
Jing Yu didn't respond, but just lifted the quilt, got off the sofa, and walked to the kitchen. She had a fever and felt a little uncomfortable, so she took a cold medicine from the cupboard and poured a glass of water.
She leaned over and placed the water on the coffee table in front of him.
Yu Zeyao looked at her solemnly - it was so cold, there was no heating in the room, and she was only wearing a thin nightgown, with two snow-white legs exposed.
His eyes darkened, and he reached out with one arm to hold her waist. With a tug, she fell onto his lap.
Jing Yu's body was burning hot due to the fever. Now that he was held in the man's arms, the fever burned even more fiercely.
She struggled, but the man held her tighter and tighter. Then, as if he had lost his patience, he picked her up and walked upstairs.
Jing Yu of course knew what he wanted to do, and he grabbed his shirt tightly with his fingers, "Put me down!"
"Which room do you live in?" He seemed not to hear her words and just asked on his own.
Jing Yu didn't answer, but tugged at his shirt as a protest. However, such protest was ineffective. He kept a straight face and said, "Then just pick one."
After saying that, he really picked a room nearby, kicked the door open and went in.
Jing Yu was groggy. As soon as she entered, he put her down and pressed her against the wall, and then began to kiss her wildly. It was like he was venting his anger, or taking revenge on her, or punishing her. His kiss was filled with madness and violence, and it was fierce and brutal.
Jingyu felt so depressed that he was about to explode. She pushed him violently and wanted to refuse.
Such a rejection was like adding fuel to the fire for Yu Zeyao. What were she and Liang Shengyi doing that day? She rejected him so fiercely, so how did she behave in front of Liang Shengyi
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If he hadn't just happened to appear there, what would the single man and woman do next
All that came to his mind were images of her moaning passionately in another man's arms. His breathing suddenly became much heavier, and his eyes became terrifyingly gloomy.
Jing Yu met his eyes and was so shocked that she even forgot to struggle. He suddenly grabbed her shoulders and turned her over, making her lean against the wall. Because of his anger, his hands were very strong, and his fingers seemed to pinch into her shoulder blades, making her feel so painful that her whole body went limp.
"don't want!"
Jing Yu knew what he was going to do. A strong sense of humiliation swept over her. She screamed, but it was too late.
Her legs were pushed apart by the man's strong thighs, pushing up her thin nightgown. He hooked the thin panties inside with one finger and pulled them down to her knees.
Jing Yu's legs were shaking, not sure if it was because she was too cold or too panicked. She twisted her body to break free from the man's grip, but he held her waist with one hand, making her unable to move.
There was a rustling sound behind me.
The man unbuckled his belt neatly.
Jing Yu looked back and could only see his tense facial lines without a trace of emotion on his face.
She wanted to say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something and she couldn't make a sound. All her struggles were useless in front of this angry man.