As long as she could escape from him, she didn’t mind saying more unseemly words.
The man laughed heartily, not the least bit angry at her words.
"Since that’s the case, I don’t mind you hating me a little more. If I can’t have your love, getting your hate is also quite nice," he said.
He suddenly scooped her up and strode out of the garden.
Lin Xinlan was taken aback, suddenly realizing something, her face turning pale as she began to struggle desperately, "What are you doing? Put me down, put me down!"
Qiao Yiyang’s lips thinned, and there was an icy coldness in his eyes.
His strong, powerful arms held her without a moment’s pause, taking large steps towards the upstairs.
"Qiao Yiyang, what on earth do you want to do?!"
Lin Xinlan panicked, she was very afraid of what he might do.
No matter how she struggled, it was useless; at this moment, he was icy, stern, and dangerous in a way that was very frightening and daunting.
The bedroom door was kicked open, the man carried her in, and tossed her onto the soft, luxurious European-style bed.
Lin Xinlan hurried to get up, trying to escape, but he grabbed her ankle, yanked her over, then leaned over and pinned her down.
Lin Xinlan kept screaming and kicking, but he quickly seized her hands, pressed them above her head, and then fiercely kissed her lips.
It wasn’t the first time Lin Xinlan felt the disparity in strength between men and women.
She knew that if Qiao Yiyang really wanted to do something to her, no matter how she struggled, she couldn’t escape the nightmare fate.
But as long as she had a ounce of strength, she would never stop resisting.
Lin Xinlan really began to hate Qiao Yiyang.
This man was a devil, and she had only now come to see his true face!
"Don’t... Qiao Yiyang, I hate you... let me go, don’t..." Lin Xinlan kept shouting, her voice almost tearing, but he turned a deaf ear.
Her clothes were quickly removed by him, and Lin Xinlan was so desperate she wanted to die.
"Qiao Yiyang, if you dare touch me, I will die right before your eyes!" she yelled angrily, a flash of determination in her eyes as she was about to bite her own tongue to commit suicide, but he moved like lightning to pinch her chin, stopping her attempt.
Looking up, there was not a trace of expression on his face, and his eyes were terrifyingly dark.
"Think carefully, if you die, you’ll never see your son again," he said indifferently.
Lin Xinlan’s eyes shook, and she immediately went limp.
She clenched her fists tightly, tears and pain in her eyes, and also hate!
Qiao Yiyang pressed his forehead to hers, his black eyes looking into hers, his hand clasping her fingers as he said in a deep voice, "Xinlan, we could also have a child together. Having a child, I believe you will soon accept me, fall in love with me."
Lin Xinlan closed her eyes, not wanting to meet his gaze at all.
"I would rather die than bear your child!" she said decisively, with determination and fierceness.
"But what if it happens? Could you be so heartless, to kill him?" he asked again.
Lin Xinlan opened her eyes wide and said angrily, "Yes! I will kill him; I will never let him come into this world!"
Qiao Yiyang smiled gently, the light in his eyes shimmering, very charming.
But to Lin Xinlan, every expression, every move of his was repulsive.
"You won’t kill him," he said firmly. "I know you well; children are your Achilles’ heel. Xinlan, you won’t be able to do it."