Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The top floor office commanded the view of half of the sprawling Beijing city in the glittering sunlight.
However, Zhuang Nainai was in no mood to enjoy the scenery. She was in a daze. Her back was pushed against the wall and held tightly in place by Si Zhengting.
It did not appeal to her as a romantic gesture. She looked at Si Zhengting in shock.
Why would he ask that question?
Amidst her puzzlement, she replied intuitively, “I don’t! Why would I… oomph!”
She had not finished her sentence when the man suddenly lowered his head and clamped her mouth shut.
The kiss was punishing; it aggressively sealed her lips.
He used great force biting and sucking on her lips. Zhuang Nainai winced in pain.
She wanted to push him off her, but her struggle to get away only made him intensify the attack on her lips.
A bloody tang spread in Zhuang Nainai’s mouth, and she was on the verge of tears.
It hurt so much!
She dared not struggle and let the aggressor do what he wanted.
Just as she thought she was going to pass out from the breathless kiss, Si Zhengting suddenly let go of her.
Zhuang Nainai panted and stared at the man in front of her.
He was acting so strangely today!
She was mulling over the cause of his actions when Si Zhengting’s low voice sounded again. “Zhuang Nainai, why don’t you like my mother?”
Zhuang Nainai avoided his deep searching eyes. “I don’t… oomph!”
Her lips were clamped shut again when she started on her reply.
Si Zhengting did not know what he was feeling. A rush of anger rose within him when she feigned denial, and he just did it without another thought.
He had the urge the kiss Zhuang Nainai to death if she did not tell the truth today.
This kiss was even more fervent and rough than the previous one. He tugged aggressively on Zhuang Nainai’s lips, taking all the breath away from her.
It took quite a while before he let her go again.
Zhuang Nainai was limp and shaking. She would have fallen onto the floor if not for his tight hold on her arms.
Right then, his low restrained voice sounded again. “Why don’t you like my mother?”
Why does she not like his mother?
Zhuang Nainai’s hands clenched tightly on her sides.
She wished to relate to him what his mother had done to her five years ago. But when she looked up to meet his cold, handsome face, she suddenly recalled what Ding Mengya had said.
Zhuang Nainai was agonized with bitterness.
Ding Mengya was right. If she were to reveal what happened, the only victims would be Si Zhengting and herself.
And, perhaps, their recently thawed relationship would freeze over once again.
Zhuang Nainai regained her senses and forced out an unconvincing, ugly smile. “What are you talking about? Why would I not like your mother?”
Si Zhengting narrowed his eyes, a glint of bitterness sparking in his deep dark pupils.
Even though she had denied it time and time again, her looks had betrayed her.
So there was something that happened between Mrs. Ding and her that he did not know of.
Si Zhengting felt like a fool. He could forget it all and start afresh with her even though she ditched him before. He thought that they could be truthful to each other, but it seemed like it was just all in his mind.