"...What do you want with me? We’re already divorced, I’ve paid back everything I owe you, why won’t you let me go?!" Lin Xinlan angrily retorted.
She really hated him; his presence made her feel like the entire world was engulfed in darkness, as if she had fallen into hell, without a ray of sunlight ever again.
He suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulled her into his embrace, glared at her, and growled through clenched teeth, "Let you go? Then who will let me go?!"
Lin Xinlan was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant.
"Lin Xinlan, you listen well—I forgive you for running away this time. If you dare think about escaping again, believe it or not, I’ll break your legs so you can’t leave the house!"
"You..." Lin Xinlan was so furious she couldn’t stand it; this man was nothing but a violent thug—it was the type of person she hated the most.
"Rong Shaoze, enough with the nonsense, just let her go. I’m already here, don’t go back on your word!"
"When did I ever say anything?"
"Lin Xinlan, you’re too naive." He laughed, released her, then started the car and drove away.
The sports car whizzed past Rong Mingyan like an arrow shot from a bow, followed by another, all the cars racing past him.
But he stood there, unflinchingly, his tall frame possessing a Mount Tai-like stability.
Lin Xinlan was dazed for quite a while before she realized he was taking her away just like that.
"Stop the car, I want to get out!" She tried to open the car door in a hurry, but Rong Shaoze had locked it, and she couldn’t open it no matter how hard she tried.
"If you don’t release Qiao Yiyang, I won’t leave with you! Stop the car now, I need to get out."
"Once you get in my car, do you think you can still get out?" He glanced at her sideways and sneered coldly.
Lin Xinlan trembled with rage, "Rong Shaoze, don’t push it too far! If you don’t let him go, I will call the police!"
Suddenly, he erupted in anger, letting out a violent shout, "Go ahead and call, do it if you dare!"
Lin Xinlan’s whole body shuddered, and she clenched her fists tightly, gritting her teeth as she pulled out her phone.
The man snatched it from her in one swift motion and threw it out the window, where it smashed against a roadside rock and shattered into several pieces.
"You..." Lin Xinlan was so choked up she couldn’t utter a single word.
Rong Shaoze turned to her with a sinister smile, "Lin Xinlan, you better not provoke me, or I’ll take all my anger out on Qiao Yiyang! Let’s see how many lives he has to endure my rage?!"
A flicker of ruthlessness crossed his eyes, and Lin Xinlan’s heart quivered; she held back her anger, not daring to say anything more.
She must have had terrible luck in her past lives to have encountered someone like Rong Shaoze.
With a headache, she turned her head to look out the window, feeling that her heart was as dark and heavy as the night sky outside, suffocating her.
Returning to the villa on Yan Mountain, the man grabbed her hand and forcefully led her inside.
This was a place she had managed to escape from not long ago, and now she was being brought back.
Lin Xinlan, struggling with the rejection in her heart, followed him inside. The butler saw her and exclaimed with surprise, "Young Madam, you’ve returned."
She wanted to say that she had divorced Rong Shaoze and was no longer any sort of Young Madam.
Rong Shaoze pulled her up the stairs, Lin Xinlan knew what he intended to do; she gripped the strap of her bag tightly, feeling extremely anxious.
Once they entered his bedroom, the first thing he did was yank her bag away, tossing it aside.
Turning around, he pinned her fiercely against the wall and kissed her lips with dominance; Lin Xinlan felt almost as if her lungs were about to burst under his pressure.