Chapter 23: Chapter 23: Madman
Ji Tingyang seemed certain that Wen Li would return, so he didn’t rush to contact her after that phone call.
Instead, it was her mother’s calls that came from time to time, persuading her to get along well with Ji Tingyang and avoid quarrels.
“Mom, why don’t you ask Dad to quit his job and find another one? That way, he won’t have to be transferred to a branch office, and we can all be together,” Wen Li said.
“Silly child, your dad is over fifty years old. If he leaves the Ji Family, which other company would want your dad and pay him such a high salary? And your brother, it’s time for him to marry too… If your dad quits, how would he earn the wedding money for your brother…” Mrs. Wen rambled on non-stop.
Ever since her parents found out she knew the president of such a big company, they were persuading her to interact more with Ji Tingyang, almost wishing she could marry into the Ji Family and secure a large sum of money.
Wen Li knew that if she didn’t compromise, her parents might even find a way to the hotel.
Hesitant until evening, Wen Li finally took a taxi and returned to the Ji Family’s house.
The air in the mansion was eerily calm, as if it were the precursor to a storm.
As soon as the butler saw Wen Li return, he immediately came to welcome her: ‘Lady Wen, you’re finally back! Young Master Ji had a huge temper tantrum today. It’s good you’re back.’
“Where is he?” Wen Li looked around but did not see him.
Given Ji Tingyang’s violent nature, it was surprising that he wasn’t in the living room, waiting to settle scores with her the moment she returned.
“Young Master Ji was just persuaded by Miss Lin to return to his bedroom. I’ll go let him know right now,” the butler made as if to head upstairs.
Wen Li wanted to stop him, but he moved so quickly that in a blink of an eye he had knocked on Ji Tingyang’s bedroom door.
The next instant, she saw Ji Tingyang with a gloomy face, quickly walking towards her.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his cheeks were so cold it seemed as if they could form frost.
Seeing him drawing closer, Wen Li fearfully stepped back two steps.
However, Ji Tingyang, without saying a word, silently gripped her wrist and led her back to the bedroom.
His grip grew tighter, causing Wen Li’s cheeks to contort with pain and her body to stagger a bit.
Back in the bedroom, Ji Tingyang pulled something out of the drawer. Before Wen Li could see clearly what it was, she heard a “click,” and her wrist was handcuffed to the ornate headboard.
It was a pair of silver handcuffs.
Wen Li’s face drastically changed, and she incredulously looked at him, “Are you insane?!”
“Yes, I am insane,” Ji Tingyang’s face was frighteningly somber, yet his touch was tender as he caressed her cheek and gently rubbed it: “Only this way, you won’t leave…”
Wen Li’s heart trembled, and she shrank back in fear.
During this period, Ji Tingyang had been too gentle, making her completely forget that he was actually a madman.
“I…I won’t leave. Will you let me go, please?” her voice quavered, pleading.
However, Ji Tingyang remained silent, obsessively stroking her cheek.
“And if you lock me up like this, how will I eat?” Wen Li bit her lip.
“I will feed you.”
“What about going to the bathroom?”
“I will carry you.”
She tried to persuade Ji Tingyang, but it was completely futile. Tears fell from her cheeks, only to be wiped away one by one by him.
Wen Li angrily pushed him away, not even looking as she randomly grabbed something and threw it at him.
Bang.
Blood blossomed on Ji Tingyang’s forehead.
Wen Li paused for a moment, only to realize that she had thrown her frequently used water cup, which now lay shattered on the floor.