Love You for the Rest of My Life

Chapter 1095: Didn’t You Used to Like Doing This?

"No, I didn’t!" Shen Yilan struggled to resist, "Senior, don’t listen to his nonsense. I have no designs on you. I just want to live a good life. Senior, save me, save me!"

Shen Yilan’s voice was as eerie as a ghost’s howl, causing Di Mingjue to slowly furrow his brow.

"Slap..." Another resounding slap landed on Shen Yilan’s face, and Arthur grabbed her neck with a menacing expression, "You’re still thinking of another man saving you? Do you not take me seriously at all?"

Shen Yilan was terrified; Arthur’s expression was what she feared the most.

Arthur was a madman who was capable of doing anything.

To Arthur, women were merely playthings, tools for venting, treated even worse than animals.

Once, she thought about running away, about escaping, but when Arthur discovered her attempt, he actually threatened to splash her with sulfuric acid. Luckily, she was clever enough to promptly obey Arthur, and only then did he spare her.

Under such prolonged enslavement, she gradually became submissive. She was afraid of Arthur but, to a certain degree, also dependent on him.

Because Arthur brought her down with him, engaging in hedonistic activities, she struggled within a morass of immorality and despair, yet couldn’t resist certain temptations.

As long as she kept Arthur in good spirits, he wouldn’t be too hard on her.

So she knew this look of Arthur’s all too well and was suddenly paralyzed by an intense fear, immediately saying, "No, it’s not like that. I didn’t—really, I didn’t."

While speaking, she burst into tears. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to struggle or resist; she was simply too powerless.

"That’s more like it," Arthur’s face softened slightly as he grabbed her hair, "Come here, serve me."

Shen Yilan did not dare to resist and obediently followed him to the table under his coercion.

She no longer had the face to look at Di Mingjue.

She thought that just by obediently serving Arthur, it would be enough, but to her surprise, once they returned to the table and Arthur sat down, he disgustingly unzipped his pants.

Shen Yilan’s face whitened instantly, her lips quivering, her entire body trembling with fear—how could Arthur do this?

And in front of Di Mingjue, no less.

Of course, she understood what Arthur meant by that gesture.

Arthur was such a pervert—he wanted to be pleasured while he ate.

But how could that be possible now?

Shen Yilan trembled, unable to believe it, and certainly unwilling to step forward.

How could she possibly perform such an act at a dinner party while Di Mingjue was still present, attend to Arthur while he ate?

Consequently, Shen Yilan hesitated to come forward.

Arthur’s brow furrowed, his expression turning ferocious in an instant, "What? Unwilling?"

Shen Yilan hadn’t even had the chance to answer when Arthur struck her face with another heavy slap, "Whore, you used to like doing this, didn’t you!"

Shen Yilan was utterly shocked.

Yes, there had been a time when Arthur punished her by making her kneel for a long time without letting her get up, hitting her. When Arthur grew tired, he would eat while cursing at her, throwing food at her face.

Unable to bear it any longer, she went to appease Arthur.

To her surprise, Arthur really enjoyed it, and would spontaneously demand such acts during meals. But how could she possibly do it now?

Seeing the two’s interaction and noticing Arthur’s unzipped pants, Di Mingjue also immediately realized what was happening.

He didn’t feel disgusted—after all, he was a man who understood how evil men could be once they gave in to wickedness.

Instead, he almost found it amusing, and thus, he remained silent.