By the swimming pool, Ji Chuyang was still shouting furiously, yet Ji Wei didn’t even look back.
Beichuan saw her walking over and quickly followed.
The two women who had already changed into skimpy bikinis stood there wrapped in towels, their bare legs trembling slightly. When they saw Ji Wei and Beichuan pass by, their eyes were filled with shock, but they did not dare to speak.
Ji Chuyang saw the two women standing there and vented all his anger on them: "Why are you two still standing there? Get over here!"
The two women exchanged glances and timidly walked towards the pool.
"Closer!" Ji Chuyang ordered grimly.
One of the women mustered the courage to approach the edge of the pool, forcing a smile. "Mr. Ji."
Ji Chuyang stared at her pale legs before suddenly reaching out with his long arm and yanking her into the pool.
The woman screamed as she fell, sending up a huge splash.
Ji Chuyang’s movements were violent as if releasing his rage. He tore off the woman’s bikini, then lowered his head and roughly bit into her skin, groping her recklessly.
The woman’s pleas grew louder and more urgent: "No... It hurts so much, please don’t bite me..."
"Don’t what? Don’t you think I’m inadequate in that area too? Speak up!"
Ji Chuyang cruelly grabbed the woman’s hair, forcing her to tilt her head back, and interrogated her in a sinister tone.
"N-no, I wouldn’t dare..." The woman frantically shook her head.
"Wouldn’t dare? I think that’s exactly what you believe!"
Ji Chuyang snarled angrily, then rudely extended his hand toward the woman’s lower body...
In the pool, the woman’s body convulsed in pain. Nearby, the other woman had already turned pale with fright and fled in panic. She was so terrified that she didn’t even stop to pick up the towel that had fallen on the ground.
When Ji Wei returned, Yamamoto Yu was happily watering the flowers in the courtyard.
"Back so soon?" Yamamoto Yu looked up at her, a little surprised.
He was aware of some of the disputes between Ji Chuyang and Ji Wei and had assumed she would stay a while to properly settle scores with Ji Chuyang.
"Why would I waste my time with that scum?" Ji Wei replied. "Mr. Yamamoto, if possible, you should keep him locked up forever."
For someone like Ji Chuyang—a spoiled, privileged playboy—losing his freedom was the ultimate torment worse than death.
Yamamoto Yu paused for a moment, then smiled. "Miss Ji is indeed extraordinary; I admire your personality. Very unique."
Ji Wei was unmoved. "Mr. Yamamoto, just be direct. Why did you have me ’invited’ here? Do you intend to lock me up too, as leverage to threaten Mo Qian?"
Yamamoto Yu’s hand trembled slightly as he held the watering can, but his face remained composed as he continued watering the flowers. "Miss Ji misunderstands. I simply thought Miss Ji resembled someone I used to know and wanted to have a chat."
In fact, Yamamoto Yu had initially planned as she suspected. But after seeing Ji Wei, he seemed to confirm something, and his plan changed.
Ji Wei was taken aback.
She actually resembled someone Yamamoto Yu knew? Could there be a mistake?
"The person Mr. Yamamoto knew must be Japanese, right? If I look like her, it’s probably just a coincidence."
Yamamoto Yu handed the watering can to the servant next to him, taking the warm cloth they offered to wipe his hands. Then he raised his eyes to look at Ji Wei and said, "She is Chinese."
Ji Wei gave a faintly mocking laugh. "Didn’t expect Mr. Yamamoto to be such a sentimental man."
Yamamoto Yu ignored her sarcastic words and suddenly changed the subject. "Miss Ji, are your parents... still alive?"
The moment he asked this question, his voice trembled slightly, as if beyond his control.