Su Ruanruan’s face blushed, yet she insisted on her own opinion: "Anyway, you’re not allowed to smoke."
He spoke in a hoarse voice, "Okay."
With his cooperation, Su Ruanruan couldn’t help but look up at him.
Under the light, her eyes sparkled, soft and compliant.
Bao Jingyan cupped her head, pulled her into his arms, and gently kissed her neck. His voice was raspy like it held hot sand, "Ruanruan, do you like me?"
"I don’t like you," she said, heart as hard as stone.
Bao Jingyan first laughed, then pressed her close in his embrace and kissed her... regardless of how Su Ruanruan struggled, he eventually had his way.
Here, the passion was fiery, but inside a jeep outside the villa, it was frozen to the core.
Mu Qun had followed Bao Jingyan’s car here and saw Su Ruanruan enter with him.
Once she went in, she didn’t come back out.
Was she going to stay here overnight?
Thinking about his dream girl being pressed down by Bao Jingyan in this way and that, Mu Jiu was furious.
Damn it, what’s so good about Bao Jingyan?
A pretty-boy face and a vile, venomous character!
What did Su Ruanruan like about him?
Mu Jiu, angry at heart, returned home displeased.
Thinking of the gifts he sent to the school being returned by her, he felt even worse.
He treated her like a treasure, yet she didn’t care about him at all.
Their encounter years ago was a beautiful memory for him, but likely she had long forgotten.
Mu Jiu was irked, and it just so happened that Zhou Susu had gone out today to play cards with her friends and came back having lost money. She saw Mu Jiu drinking and sulking.
Lately, she’d seen his listless mood often enough to disregard it.
Zhou Susu walked upstairs, taking pleasure in his misfortune, "Mu Jiu, have you not inquired about the little fairy’s background? She comes from a family of doctors, not like us rough folks! The money and jewels you eagerly presented are worthless to her."
Mu Jiu, already in a bad mood, found her mockery intolerable.
Besides, she was maintained by his money.
He lost his temper and it got heavy-handed.
He threw a glass crystal goblet, slicing Zhou Susu’s face.
From the forehead to the brow, a cut three to four centimeters long—though not too deep, it was disfiguring.
Zhou Susu clutched her face and screamed.
Mu Jiu sobered up a bit, unhappy with her overreaction, "What are you shrieking about in the middle of the night?"
Zhou Susu cried loudly, "My face is ruined! Mu Jiu, you’re so cruel."
Mu Jiu impatiently pulled her hands away and carelessly wiped, "It’s just a small cut, stop yelling! Anyone who didn’t know better would think I was trying to kill you."
"You do want to kill me," Zhou Susu felt her blood shouldn’t be spilled in vain, deliberately moving closer to him, "Mu Jiu, you should dote on me."
"Damn you," Mu Jiu breathed heavily, "Thinking of men even at a time ."
Zhou Susu, feeling aggrieved, traced her hand over his chest, "You haven’t cared about me for days, you only have Su Ruanruan, that little witch, in your heart."
Mu Jiu gave her a sidelong glance.
Her appearance was a mess, yet the bright red blood stirred something in Mu Qun.
A man born to live on the edge, his brutal instincts flared, and he immediately carried the woman upstairs.
Naturally, he was not gentle, and Zhou Susu liked this wildness in him.
After their fervent encounter, Mu Jiu leaned against the headboard, smoking with narrowed eyes.
Zhou Susu, understanding as ever, treated her wound herself and then leaned on his shoulder, asking with empathy, "Feeling thwarted?"
"At least you’ve said something sensible," Mu Qun slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, then as if muttering to himself: "Ruanruan doesn’t like my polygamy."