Wherever she fled, he could find her in an instant!
Lin Xinlan felt as if she had been cruelly stabbed by a needle and let out a sharp scream before pushing him away with force.
"I won’t go, I’d rather die than go tomorrow!"
Rong Shaoze’s eyes were profound as he smirked sinisterly, "The last time you made a public appearance, you were already on national television. If you don’t go, I can have the media play your last press conference video every day, on a loop for the long term. Tell me, who wouldn’t recognize you then?"
"Rong Shaoze, you’re going too far!" Lin Xinlan trembled with anger.
"Isn’t it enough that I agreed to stay by your side? Yet you still want to imprison me in this way. I don’t want to become a public figure, to be recognized wherever I go. If one day you tire of me and I leave, how will I live quietly? Am I supposed to face the media and people’s pointing fingers every day?"
"Then just come with me tomorrow, it’s better than having videos about you played every day, right?" the man said, leaving no room for refusal, clearly determined to have her appear with him.
"Is there no way I can avoid going?"
How could she not go? He wanted everyone to know that she was the only woman by his side.
To let everyone know that she was his.
He intended to mark her as his own and see where she could flee to!
He was no fool; he knew well that if she found the chance, she would run away again.
He wouldn’t give her that kind of chance anymore; if he couldn’t keep an eye on her himself, he’d let the entire nation watch over her...
Lin Xinlan had not expected Rong Shaoze to be so extreme. She looked at him pleadingly and spoke softly, "I promise you, I won’t leave without your permission, isn’t that enough? I really don’t want to go tomorrow."
"Come here." He showed a trace of a gentle smile, beckoning her softly.
Lin Xinlan noticed he often gestured for her to come to him, as if calling a pet.
She walked over, and he wrapped his arms around her, gazing at her tenderly as he bowed his head.
His lips bore a smile, his eyes were gentle, but his words chilled her to the bone.
"Xinlan, do you think I would believe your promises? If you could escape from me, a promise means nothing to you. Your promises are the least valuable."
Lin Xinlan’s eyes widened slightly, her pupils dilating.
He continued to smile gently, "You’ve already run away once; you’ll never get the chance to do so again. I won’t give you any more opportunities."
"So you intend to never let me go for the rest of my life?" she asked, her heart racing.
The man nodded, "That’s right, I plan to never let you go."
"Impossible! You’re just not tired of me yet, that’s why you can’t let go. The day you grow bored of me, you’ll let me go."
"Do you think that day will come?"
"Of course! No one can maintain a lifetime of interest in one thing or one person. I believe you will grow tired of me one day," she said assertively, fearing her words were not convincing enough.
Rong Shaoze couldn’t help but laugh softly, his eyes turning even darker and more inscrutable.
"Then stay by my side, and slowly wait for that day, how about that? Maybe one day I’ll indeed grow tired of you and will completely let you go," he said.
Lin Xinlan breathed a subtle sigh of relief.
As long as Rong Shaoze wasn’t truly in love with her, there was a chance for escape.