"It hurts..."
Late at night, on the bed, the woman hummed softly, her pretty eyebrows wrinkled into a knot.
She was really in pain, there were some tear marks in the corners of her eyes, and her injured snow-white wrist retracted.
That sound made the man who had been silent all this time breathe more heavily, "Be gentle!"
"Brother, it's you who made her like this." Tang Song wrapped gauze around the woman's cut wrist. Although he complained, his hands moved much more gently.
Tang Jue's pupils shrank, and his eyes revealed a lot of heartache.
Finally, he took another deep look at the pale girl on the bed.
"I'm going to go out for some fresh air. Come back and find me when you're done bandaging." He stood up and put out the cigarette in his hand.
"Yeah." Tang Song nodded, looked at the back thoughtfully, and then looked at the girl on the bed. Who is this girl? She actually made Tang Jue fall in love with her.
———
Just after wrapping the gauze and cutting it off with scissors, the weak woman on the bed slowly opened her eyes.
When she saw Tang Song, a hint of doubt flashed across her calm eyes.
"Tang Song, Tang Jue's younger brother." Tang Song took the initiative to introduce himself.
"...Oh." Her voice was very soft and weak. She looked around and looked at him, "Can I leave now?"
Tang Song shook his head, "It seems that you don't understand my brother's temper. If he doesn't speak, you can't escape."
"..." Qiqi said nothing more, her eyelashes drooped slightly, and there was a darkness in her eyes.
Tang Song has always been very kind and gentle to women, and it is hard to bear to see this.
"I'll help you persuade my brother later. Maybe he'll agree if he softens his heart." However, Tang Song just said that.
Who is Tang Jue
He looks harmless and charming, but he is cruel and ruthless. In his world, there is no retreat, no room for maneuver, and no tolerance. It is easier to turn a stone into dough than to make him soft-hearted.
She obviously knew it too, and just said "thank you" softly and closed her eyes again.
Tang Song particularly despised Tang Jue. How could a man like him force himself on such a delicate girl? As a result, someone was almost killed.
———
On the terrace.
Tang Jue stood there in a smoky grey nightgown, his chest slightly open. On his sexy chest were teeth marks from the girl's struggle. His passion was about to dissipate, and he was full of ambiguity and infatuation, which made his already handsome face even more charming and seductive.
Just now, he almost... almost had her...
His Qiqi...
"Brother." At this moment, Tang Song came over.
Tang Jue didn't look back, but took a deep puff of his cigarette. The rising smoke buried his emotions. He asked calmly, "What happened?"
"The wound was very deep. It looked like he really didn't want to save his life."
"..." Tang Jue put out the cigarette in his hand. A complex emotion appeared on his charming face. It seemed like regret, but also like deep pity.
Tonight, he tied her up and wanted her.
Very much.
She was defeated step by step on his bed, and in the end, she even took the military knife that was just a decoration on his bedside table and slit her wrists to commit suicide.
Thinking back, Tang Jue still felt a little shocked. In his memory, she was always very gentle, like a pool of spring water. However, he did not expect that she also had such a strong side in her bones.
Tang Jue has all kinds of women, but now he wants this woman who would rather die than have him!
"She just woke up, brother. I think she's quite pitiful. Why don't you let her go..." Tang Song did not forget his mission.
"Go to sleep after you've treated your wound." Tang Jue suddenly spoke, interrupting Tang Song's words. His tone was flat and emotionless.
Tang Song was choked and shrugged awkwardly, "Okay, I tried my best. But, brother, it's useless to force a woman to stay. Besides, she's already married, why are you doing that?"
marry.
Yes, his precious Qiqi actually dared to marry another man! But, so what? He still wanted to marry her!
"Go!" Tang Jue moved his thin lips and uttered only one word.
———
bedroom.
Tang Jue pushed the door open and walked in.
She slept there quietly, and the servants were watching beside her, fearing that something unexpected would happen again. When she saw him come in, she quickly stood up and greeted him respectfully: "Young Master."
"Everyone, go out." He lowered his voice, which was pleasant, gorgeous and seductive.
The servants all knew that he was in a bad mood today, so they did not dare to neglect him for even a moment and hurried out.
She didn't wake up.
His breathing was even and light, but his pretty eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and it was obvious that he was not sleeping well.
Qiqi, long time no see...
A few years later, his Qiqi has grown up a lot...
Tang Jue stood by the bed for a while, leaning over and staring at her. The next moment, he opened the quilt and lay down on the bed. He stretched out his long arm, gently lifted her head, and let her rest her head on his arm.
His movements were not violent, but she woke up immediately.
She opened her eyes and was obviously startled when she saw him. She gasped slightly and tried to sit up with almost all her strength.
Tang Jue pushed her down.
"Don't move..."
There was a hint of suppressed anger in his voice... and also heartache. He was afraid that she would hurt her hand if she moved around.
He turned over, supported his body with one hand and held her head from behind with the other.
She was very obedient and didn't move. She just frowned again and closed her eyes nervously, as if she felt that all this was a dream.
She really hoped this was a dream...
"Open your eyes when you wake up." Tang Jue spoke, his voice as gentle as water, without any aggression or threat.
He was not the same person as the man who had just raped her like a wild beast. If she had not known his methods, she would have been lost in his tenderness.
She didn't move.
His fingers pinched the bed sheet beneath him patiently.
"Qiqi, look at me. I'll count to three. If you can't do it..."
He didn't need to start counting. Her fan-like eyelashes slowly lifted up, and her clear black and white eyes opened, meeting his.
The two of them were very close. His stunning face was reflected in her eyes in its entirety, so beautiful that it made her feel shocked. This man was so beautiful that even women could not compare to him.
"Is there anything you want to tell me?" he suddenly asked.
"..." She shook her head. If possible, she hoped she wouldn't have to see him again. This man had been a nightmare that haunted her for many years!
"Since you have nothing to say, let me speak."
"… you say."
"Do you know why I have raised you for so many years?"
Qiqi looked at him, sizing him up for a while, and then said in a cool tone: "Does killing my father make you feel guilty?"
He was stunned for a moment, then smiled coolly, "Qiqi, guilt has never been in my Tang Jue's dictionary. No matter who I have killed, they are the ones who truly deserve to die."
When he smiled, he was charming, harmless and pure; but the words he spoke were clearly bloodthirsty and ruthless.