"Ah! Liu Zhizhong, you beastly dog, do you still want to have me forever? You shameless bastard..."
Zhao Han's rage erupted in an instant, and she screamed hoarsely as her phone flew out of her hand.
With a loud smack, the phone shattered against the wall.
She collapsed onto the couch, her face ashen, her eyes vacant.
Once more, tears streamed down her face, filled with helplessness and despair, and she nearly fainted.
In this lifetime, oh heaven, was she really destined to become Liu Zhizhong's plaything?
This despicable man, none other than Zhao Yan's husband, having both me and my sister—what kind of damn luck is that? Taking delight in his own fortune, huh?
Oh heavens... Why is this happening? Why?!
Zhao Han wailed in pain deep inside, with no outlet for her torment, tasting the increasingly bitter fruits of her anguish...
But Liu Zhizhong couldn't care less about her plight, sure of his grip on her.
Whether he replied to her messages or not made no difference to him; humming a tune, he went downstairs to the kitchen in high spirits and actually prepared a bowl of noodles for Zhao Han.
After several years as a live-in son-in-law under the oppression of his mother-in-law, his cooking skills had certainly improved and were now first-rate.
When the fragrant beef sauce with pan-fried egg and scallion noodles was brought into the bedroom, Zhao Han's tears had dried up, her eyes swollen, but her greedy sense of smell was awakened.
Taking one look at Liu Zhizhong, so handsome and sporting a warm, sunny smile, she felt nothing but nauseating aversion and raging hatred, as though she wished she could kill him.
Zhao Han turned her head away, closing her eyes in grief, yet took in a deep breath of resentment and hoarsely uttered, "Beast!"
As her words fell, the tears stubbornly flowed once more.
Liu Zhizhong, all smiles, looked at his beautiful older sister-in-law's pitiful state; part of him felt delighted and vindicated—serves the wretch right to end up ; yet another part of him softened a bit, after all, he was naturally a kind-hearted person who couldn't bear to see a beauty tormented to death.
There and then, he set the bowl on the coffee table, sat down with a tilted hip, took Zhao Han's limp, boneless hand with his left, and with his right, wiped away her tears with a tissue.
"Big sis, why resist the inevitable? Face it bravely. Anyway, I understand that you're mine to have from now on, and I'll still be good to you, heh..."
Zhao Han tried hard to turn away, avoiding his touch, but couldn't escape; her tears began flowing even harder.
Liu Zhizhong simply hugged her close, feeling her warmth and resilience, which sparked an evil thought.
"Alright, big sis, cry it out. Once you've had enough, we'll eat— I'll feed you! Go on, cry, my dear treasure, I love to watch you cry... Your tears look as beautiful as the flowers in spring..."
Liu Zhizhong's tone was no different from that of coaxing a child, even patting Zhao Han's back!
Crying and laughing out of frustration, she resisted a bit, but afflicted by pain all over, unable to break free, she settled into his broad embrace and wept profusely.
Her hand feebly pinched him, venting her emotions, but it felt more like tickling, which gave Liu Zhizhong an oddly pleasurable sensation, ha!
Liu Zhizhong, tired of speaking, just let her weep.
After Zhao Han managed to pinch him a few times, she looked up hoarsely and said, "You want to see me cry; well, I won't cry!"
Liu Zhizhong nodded, "Then shall we eat the noodles?"
Zhao Han glared at him and nodded, "You said you'd feed me!"
"Heh..." Liu Zhizhong raised an eyebrow, "Did I say that?"
"Are you going back on your word? You've hurt me so much already; I'm in pain all over, can barely walk, how could I possibly wield chopsticks..."
Zhao Han's resentment was deep, and Liu Zhizhong felt an internal thrill but responded, "Alright, no more talk. I'll feed you; let's eat and talk afterwards. You've been through a lot too. I remember there was a time when you were quite eager, what were you thinking then..." Content orıginally comes from 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦·𝘯𝘦𝘵
Liu Zhizhong spoke outwardly while inwardly reveling in shamelessness again.
Zhao Han, blushing and on the verge of collapse, weakly punched him, "You beast, can't you stop talking? Aren't you embarrassed?"
"Ah..." Zhao Han, driven to near madness, genuinely couldn't stand it anymore.
Fortunately, Liu Zhizhong didn't feel like teasing her any longer and went on to feed her the noodles properly.
Zhao Han ate quickly because she was hungry, and the beast's cooking was indeed delicious!
Toward the end, she almost finished the broth as well.
Feeling full now, she was considerably more comfortable; she leaned back into the sofa, feeling both morose and resigned.
Liu Zhiyuan shook his head, "Look at you, wanting to lie down as soon as you've eaten, but I have to clean up, and you're still on medication. Can't you take it easy? Wait until you're better, and I'll take my time lying down with you..."
Zhao Han yelled hoarsely with indignation, grabbing a pillow and throwing it with all her might.
Sadly, Liu Zhizhong had already dashed to the door with the empty bowl, and she missed.
Liu Zhizhong, standing by the door, laughed, "Cool your temper, will you? The phone's already smashed, was it worth it?"
"It's all because of you, you owe me!"
"Fine, I'll pay! I'll clean up and then keep you company in bed! The Hongyang District head is in the hospital; I've got some duties to take over!"
Liu Zhizhong vanished behind the door as soon as he finished speaking.
"Ah... Ah!! This jerk, how could he be so shameless now..."
Zhao Han felt like she was falling apart, tugging at her hair and shaking her leg, her whole body aching once again...