novelraw Chapter 207 - 138. I promise that as soon as my wife comes back tomorrow, I won’t bother you anymore.
Chapter 207 - 138. I promise that as soon as my wife comes back tomorrow, I won’t bother you anymore.
The lights and the computer were on, but she didn’t see the man.She breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness...
She was too nervous; under such a sharp gaze, she feared she wouldn’t last a minute.
After putting down the teacup, she quickly left the study, returned to the living room, and pretended to arrange the sofa and coffee table, but she kept paying attention to movements upstairs, frequently glancing up the stairs.
Twenty minutes later, Zhao Ying finally saw Mu Jin Huan come out of the bedroom. The straight black suit was replaced by a dark green robe, his short hair still wet, lacking the aloofness of formal attire, adding a casual vibe.
He seemed to have no awareness of her presence and went directly to the study.
Only when the door closed did Zhao Ying straighten up, look at the direction of the study on the second floor, and walk toward her room.
After changing into that special nightdress, she stood in front of the mirror. Her skin appeared even fairer against the black nightgown, her slender youthful body elegantly contoured, barely restrained by the dress.
No normal man would refuse such a delightful treat delivered to his lips.
From her earlobes, a blush gradually spread.
Turning around, she sprayed on the perfume that woman habitually used, turned off all the lights, and climbed the stairs in the faint moonlight, entering the bedroom.
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Mu Jin Huan browsed through emails. After drinking more than half a cup of tea, a thin sweat formed on his forehead.
Even with the heater off, he still felt restless all over, and the black eyes seemed to swirl with flames. His cold, deep face was unusually irritable at this moment.
Running his fingers through his half-wet short hair, he pushed away the mouse, stood up, and prepared to go back to the bedroom for a cold shower.
As soon as he entered the door, before turning on the light, he smelled a familiar perfume scent, and the agitation in his body grew stronger.
He’s a man, if he still couldn’t figure out what’s happening, he might as well have lived these thirty-four years in vain.
The moment he turned on the light, his gaze was as cold and harsh as it was steeped in icy frost.
When the door was pushed open, the heart of Zhao Ying, lying in the bedding, began to pound. Compared to fear, her joy was greater.
Because... she had put the entire packet of medicine powder into a cup. The seller told her that just half a packet would suffice to make even an impotent man react, and that whatever was on the bed, male or female, as soon as their pants were off, they’d engage.
She knew it was an exaggeration, but she only had this one chance; either succeed or perish, and she could only grit her teeth and pray that the drug would work at its best.
The heavy footsteps sounded, each step seemed to tread heavily on her heart, and with each step the man took, her heartbeat quickened even more.
By the time he reached the bedside, her heart was nearly jumping out of her chest.
Her fingers clutched at the bedding, she shyly opened her eyes and saw those deeply concealed hawk-like eyes.
There was no desire she imagined, nor any indulgence she expected.
Instead... it was a bone-penetrating sinister intent.
Mu Jin Huan leaned forward, half his face shrouded in shadow, his distinctly jointed fingers pinching Zhao Ying’s chin, lifting it up.
Looking down from above, his thin lips curved into a cold smile, his voice icy, "Who gave you the guts to dare plot against me?"
He enunciated every word exceedingly slowly.
An unbearable pain surged through Zhao Ying; she almost thought her chin had detached from her body. Facing that face as gloomy as hell, her teeth began to chatter, and she couldn’t utter a word. All those crafted sweet whispers were forgotten.
Fear, only fear remained in her mind.
The dark tint between Mu Jin Huan’s brows grew thicker, the strength in his fingers increased, yet his voice became gentle and careless, "Drugging my tea, deliberately spraying Wanwan’s usual perfume, you imagine you could climb into my bed with just these?"
In this situation, the slower his voice, the more terrifying it was.
Half of Zhao Ying’s body was lifted up, the bedding slipped off, her chest heaving rapidly.
Zhao Ying reached up to hold the man’s waist, pressing herself against him, trembling as she spoke, "Sir, I... I like you, no no, I love you, I’m pure..."
Before she could finish, a force pulled her body away, making her fall directly onto the floor.
"Ah!"
The intense pain cleared Zhao Ying’s mind a bit, knowing she could only go all out.
She crawled trembling to the side of the bed; the nightgown, already unable to withstand tugging, was now torn, equivalent to wearing nothing.
Madam Mu assigned her the task of climbing into this man’s bed, then letting that woman find out, to voluntarily leave the Mu Family.
Madam Mu said: Miss Nan didn’t marry into the Mu Family for money, only for protection. Such a proud person couldn’t tolerate her husband cheating when she was pregnant, especially with a maid.
If she couldn’t do it, Madam Mu would mercilessly replace her, she wouldn’t get the money, her father’s gambling debts couldn’t be paid in time, and those people would take her body to earn money.
She didn’t want that...
"Sir, sir," she crawled to the man’s feet, her pale face covered in tears, looking pitifully appealing, "I... I don’t want anything, just one night."
As she spoke, she stood up, leaning her red lips close to that incredibly handsome man.
Mu Jin Huan laughed low and slow, his slender fingers pinching Zhao Ying’s neck, his voice chilling with corroding coldness, "Just one night?"
Her neck was clasped, but he didn’t exert force, rather it seemed more like caressing. Zhao Ying’s face exhibited ecstatic joy, her voice turned charming and coquettish, "Sir, I’m clean, just one night, I promise when Madam returns tomorrow, I won’t cling to you anymore."
It was as if she was the one who took the drug, just wanting to give herself to him.
Thinking this, she acted this way, softly leaning closer.
However, the man’s casual words made the expression on her face fall dramatically.
"I have a severe cleanliness fetish; for debased women like you, even if you drugged me, standing naked in front of me would just make me feel disgusted. I can’t muster an interest because... it’s too sickening."
Her body was pushed to the ground again, mercilessly.
She could hardly imagine, such a noble and elegant man could utter such venomous words.
——-——
An accident occurred on Nan Wan’s way home, causing a nearly half-hour traffic jam. By the time she got home, it was nine fifty.
She opened the door and changed her shoes.