It has been raining continuously for many days, and the humid air is mixed with coldness, which makes people feel a little depressed.
Tick tock, tick tock…
Crystal clear water drops slid down the window, forming a vortex on the table. Dong Ci lay by the window and stared silently for a moment, then finally opened the window.
When the fingertips dipped into the water vortex, the icy cold feeling instantly spread upwards along the fingertips, with a different kind of numbness, which was very comfortable.
"lady."
The moist wind only blew in for a moment, and immediately someone came over and closed the window.
Aunt Zhang took the shawl and put it on her body, and said softly. "Mr. Jing has told you that you have been weak recently and cannot blow the cool breeze like this."
Dong Ci ignored it and took the fingertips that had touched the rain into his mouth, still looking out the window.
She hasn't been out for a long time...
At first, it was because she was too weak and she could only stay at home to rest. Later, it was because her disobedience made Jing Rong angry, so he blocked all her freedom.
The sound of rain outside was so close yet so far away. Dong Ci knocked on the transparent glass window, smiling bitterly.
The outside world was obviously so close to her, but just such an innocent-looking layer of glass blocked all her paths.
Dong Ci buried her chin in her arms. She knew there were cameras in the hall and knew that every move she made could be seen, but she still took advantage of Aunt Zhang not paying attention and pushed the window open a small gap...
Just a little gap is enough.
The cool air from outside penetrated into the tip of her nose, finally making her feel more comfortable. Instead of feeling energetic, she felt a little more sleepy.
She has been suffering from insomnia recently, and she barely slept last night. She was mentally exhausted, but now she fell asleep quickly with this faint hint of sleep.
“…”
The rain stopped unconsciously, but the sky did not clear up. It was still gloomy and looked very dull.
Dong Ci slept uneasily. In her daze, she seemed to hear Aunt Zhang talking. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, but she suddenly became more awake.
"Aunt Zhang." Because she hadn't spoken for a long time, her voice was a little hoarse, but still soft.
Dong Ci took off the shawl, walked to Aunt Zhang who had just hung up the phone, and asked. "Who called?"
"It's Mr. Jing." Aunt Zhang smiled slightly and continued. "He asked me to tell you that he has to go abroad temporarily for business and will not be back in the next few days."
"He's going abroad?"
Dong Ci's voice trembled slightly, and she secretly squeezed the shawl in her hand, pretending to be calm and continued to ask, "Did he tell you the specific date of his return?"
Aunt Zhang thought for a while and shook her head. "My husband only said that he would go abroad for a few days, but did not say when he would come back."
Seeing her lowering her head in disappointment, Aunt Zhang found it funny and couldn't help but joked, "Madam, are you reluctant to let your husband leave?"
She hadn't been here long, but she could tell that the male owner of the house loved her dearly, so it was natural to think that Dong Ci couldn't bear to leave Jing Rong.
Perhaps in her eyes, the two of them are extremely loving, but appearances are sometimes just illusions, and many things cannot be seen with the eyes. It's like she didn't know how happy Dong Ci was now to learn that Jing Rong had left.
If he leaves, does that mean she can go out
Although Jing Rong didn't say the specific date of his return, she was very happy even if she could only go out for a few hours.
This villa has three exits, two of which are guarded by bodyguards, and only one is unguarded. Because the iron door has been locked for a long time.
She knew that the key to the door was placed in the study by Jing Rong, so she went directly to the study to get the key without hesitation.
She hasn't been out for a long time, and taking advantage of this opportunity today, she has to go out no matter what.
“…”
Dong Ci opened the golden-carved iron door with trembling hands. Dong Ci felt her heart beating very fast. She had not felt this vivid feeling for a long time...
'Ka—'
The lock of the iron door made a crisp sound. Dong Ci took a breath and slowly reached out to push the door.
"Xiaoci."
Just when she was about to push the door open, a low, magnetic voice behind her instantly stopped her. She turned around in disbelief. After seeing the scene standing behind her, the light in her eyes dimmed instantly. .
How is that possible? Isn't he going abroad
"What are you doing?" As if he couldn't feel her uneasiness, Jing Rong's thin lips curled up slightly, and his dark eyes stared at Dong Ci closely.
His voice was so calm that Dong Ci couldn't hear the emotion or anger.
"I… "
Dong Ci bit her lip slightly, nervously not knowing what to say.
She held the key in her hand tightly, and for a moment, she wanted to push open the iron door without hesitation and rush out.
"Didn't Aunt Zhang say you were going abroad? Why did you come back?" She quietly took a step back, trying to distance herself from Jing Rong.
Jing Rong caught her small movements in his eyes, glanced at her clasped hands, tilted his graceful and beautiful chin to one side, and squinted at an unknown place behind her.
"You are going abroad, but I can't worry about you."
He showed a faint smile, making his already delicate face even more charming. His eyes were deep, and after seeing Dong Ci put her hand on the iron door again, he called her again.
"Xiao Ci, lock the door and come to me."
This sentence seemed to be a joke. Almost as soon as Dong Ci heard this sentence, he pushed open the iron door without hesitation, raised his legs and ran out...
Because it had just rained, the road was wet and there were puddles everywhere. Dong Ci ran out regardless. She only knew that she must not let Jing Rong catch her.
He had already seen through her intentions, and now that he was caught, all that was waiting for her was punishment.
Dong Ci stepped into the water and the rain splashed on her legs, but she didn't even notice.
"Madam, please go back." She couldn't hear the footsteps following behind her. She originally thought she had thrown Jing Rong away, but she didn't expect a row of bodyguards to pop up in front of her.
Dong Ci was forced to stop because he was running too fast and his breathing was extremely erratic. Panting heavily, she turned around and found Jing Rong still standing where she was.
He did not move, but lowered his eyes slightly, half of his face hidden in the shadows, making Dong Ci wonder what he was thinking.
This man is no longer the reckless young man he once was. In the past, at least his emotions and anger were expressed on his face, but now that he has grown into a man, he is calm and somewhat unpredictable.
It is as deep as a black lake, making it difficult for people to guess and see clearly, and it carries fatal danger.
"Ah Rong." Dong Ci called him with a trembling voice. Although he was unwilling to do so, Dong Ci had no choice.
It was as if the bird that had just flown out of the cage was caught again. After stepping into the iron door again, Dong Ci felt that all the strength in his body had been drained.
"I thought you wouldn't run away in front of me."
Jing Rong rarely smokes anymore, but today he lit a cigarette in front of her.
During the puff of smoke, his face was so indifferent that Dong Ci couldn't see clearly. He obviously didn't do anything, but Dong Ci felt panicked inexplicably.
"I didn't want to escape..."
She shook her head slightly and tried to explain something, but Jing Rong didn't seem to want to hear her explanation. He leaned over and patted her cheek and spoke slowly. "Be good, go and lock that iron door, don't let me say it a third time."
“…”
There seemed to be muffled thunder in the distance, and the sky became darker. Dong Ci watched helplessly as the iron door closed in front of her, and then... she had to lock it herself.
She knew that Jing Rong did this on purpose. He just wanted her to see all her hopes shattered, just like he had personally destroyed all her reliance.
The fingertips holding the key were a little white. Dong Ci bit her lip and tried to control her emotions. She inserted the key into the lock cylinder with trembling hands, but she couldn't move to lock it no matter what.
She had just stepped out of this door, and Dong Ci knew deeply that once she locked this door, all her escape routes would be blocked.
"Could not bear?"
"Still reluctant to give up?"
Jing Rong's patience was always very low. When he saw Dong Ci standing by the iron gate for a long time without coming back, his lips pursed slightly, he even used some force to hold her wrist.
"Why don't you let me out? My illness is obviously cured."
'Ka-' Jing Rong held her hand and forced her to lock the door. His big palm easily grasped Dong Ci's small hand, and then he pulled the key out of her hand without mercy.
"Go back with me."
He didn't answer her words, but lifted her up with his long arms, leaned over and rubbed her cold cheek. "In the past, I didn't want you to show your face outside, but from today on, you may not even be able to get out of the villa door."
"You are always so disobedient."
It was obviously such a cold voice, but at this moment Jing Rong was still kissing her lips gently.
His breathing was full of oppressive aura, and Dong Ci had never been so repelled by his closeness as at this moment.
Subconsciously reaching out to push him away, she turned away from his kiss and said with trembling eyes, "Why do you lock me up like this?"
"Just because I am your husband, the only person you can rely on in this life."
"But what's the difference between me and those mistresses you kept?"
Dong Ci has always been a well-behaved girl, but after meeting Jing Rong, she became more docile and harmless.
However, it was precisely because of this that she was restricted and controlled by him everywhere.
This was probably the first time she had spoken to him like this. Because she was too nervous, she held onto his lapel tightly and spoke indiscriminately. "Maybe I'm not as good as those mistresses. At least they are free, but I not only have no freedom, but also have nothing!"
"Lover, you have nothing?" Jing Rong's eyes were dark, and she chewed these two words slowly with her eyes lowered.
"It's really interesting." His steps only stopped for a moment, then he quickly walked towards the villa with her in his arms.
"Xiao Ci, how can you compare yourself with your mistress?"
Jing Rong's dark eyes looked straight at Dong Ci, and the curve of her thin lips was a little cold. "My mistress at least knows how to serve me and make me happy, but besides asking me to serve you and make me angry, what else will you do?"
Ignoring Aunt Zhang's gaze, Jing Rong went upstairs in a few steps, pushed open the bedroom door and pressed her against the door. He held her chin and continued to ask slowly, "Tell me yourself, when have you ever served someone else?" Mine, huh?”
Seeing Dong Ci biting her lip tightly without saying a word, Jing Rong narrowed her eyes and forcefully inserted her fingers into her mouth.
"Why don't you speak? Is it because you don't have any?"
At this time, Dong Ci's face was pale, and her fragile little body was trembling, whether because of fear or cold, and she looked extremely delicate and pitiful.
Jing Rong held her and walked towards the bed. Feeling the little girl struggling in his arms, he sneered, seeming to be sarcastic about her overestimation.
"Xiao Ci, I usually let you go no matter how much trouble you make, but today, I'm really a little angry."
"Since you insist on comparing yourself with your mistress, how about you serve me this time?"
“…”