Chapter 563: Chapter 563: She Wants to Bite her Tongue and Commit Suicide_1
Jian Yufei’s whole body stiffened, as if she remembered something.
Ruan Tianling’s mouth curled into a grin, “I warned you, remember what I would do if you tried to escape again?”
He would imprison her forever, taking her as his captive plaything.
“Just kill me!” Jian Yufei suddenly screamed out, admitting that she was truly terrified of this.
She was not afraid of harm, adversity, nor his methods.
But she was terrified of being imprisoned by him, of becoming a soulless, walking corpse. Other than her current struggling life and her weary, dim soul, she had nothing else.
If she even lost her soul, then what was there for her to live for?
So, if he really planned to imprison her forever, she didn’t mind giving up this hard-won new life.
Ruan Tianling smirked coldly: “How could I bear to kill you? I’ve said it before, when I die, I’ll drag you down with me. Unless I’m dead, I won’t let you die first!”
A decisive light flashed in Jian Yufei’s eyes, with a twitch of her lips she planned to bite her own tongue off.
But Ruan Tianling had already anticipated this move; his hand quickly caught her jaw, almost dislocating it.
“Biting your tongue off won’t kill you, it would just make you mute. I don’t mind if you become mute, but I would miss being able to entwine my tongue with yours when we kiss.”
In Jian Yufei’s mind, Ruan Tianling was truly cruel. She wanted to end her life, and yet he turned her desperate act into a lewd joke – mocking her even at a time .
So, in his eyes, her pain, her despair, it was nothing but a joke.
It was as if someone was on the edge of suicide, yet the entire world was laughing at him, not a single person truly understanding his despair.
A sudden wave of desolation surged up in Jian Yufei’s heart.
She covered her face with her hands, tears slipping through her clasped fingers.
Ruan Tianling’s eyes darkened, his arms gently wrapped around her, his lips lightly kissing her forehead.
“Good girl, don’t cry. I’ll give you a present when we get back, stop crying.” His voice was soft and seemingly affectionate.
But his eyes were as dark and cold as ice, the chill of them was almost cruel.
The helicopter circled above the villa, Ruan Tianling holding Jian Yufei in one arm as he descended from the ladder.
After all they’d been through, she was back here, in their old marital home where they once lived as husband and wife.
The night had grown dark, only the receding sound of the helicopter echoed in the quiet night.
Ruan Tianling carried Jian Yufei up the stairs into the empty villa, which was completely lit but devoid of people.
His footsteps echoed eerily throughout, creating a tense atmosphere.
He kicked open the bedroom door, carried her in, and set her on the bed.
Jian Yufei noticed the bedroom had been rearranged.
The vast bedroom was empty, other than an enormous European-style antique bed.
The bed was roughly two to three meters wide and slightly longer.
It was covered with pristine white sheets and only had two soft, clean pillows.
The walls were snow white, the curtains were white, the floor was white – everything was white. It was a room without color, that was stark and pallid.
Jian Yufei’s frail form curled up on the bed, her dark hair spread out across the white sheets, offering a sharp contrast of black and white.
Her face was especially pale, almost blending in with the white surroundings.