At that instant, Yu Chunyu felt the enormity of Chiang Baohe’s strength that Chiang Xiao had mentioned before.
She was knocked to the ground in an instant, and Chiang Baohe was on top of her in a flash. Her heart was gripped with fear, and she found that she really had no ability to resist at all.
So fragrant, women are so fragrant!
Chiang Baohe’s breathing grew heavy. In his eyes, Yu Chunyu was like a delicious meal that he was determined to devour.
Yu Chunyu was a mix of terrified, panicked, angry, and all other feelings intertwined, leaving her mind blank in an instant.
She struggled frantically, kicking and biting at him, but in this situation, these actions had little effect on the tremendously strong man.
In just a moment, she felt she was about to be overpowered.
"Xiaoling, save me! Xiaoling!"
Yu Chunyu screamed with all her might.
Zou Xiaoling heard the commotion and rushed over, her face turning pale with fright at the scene before her.
Yu Chunyu’s appearance almost made her scream; Yu Chunyu looked almost in despair.
Just then, Zou Xiaoling grabbed a walking stick from the ground and struck Chiang Baohe’s back with all her might.
Chiang Baohe rolled off Yu Chunyu.
As if waking from a nightmare, Yu Chunyu got up with shaky legs, and Zou Xiaoling quickly came to support her.
But Chiang Baohe lunged at her again, reaching for her ankle.
"Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me! Ahhh!" Without thinking, Yu Chunyu instinctively pushed Zou Xiaoling toward Chiang Baohe and ran out.
Zou Xiaoling’s cries of alarm followed, but Yu Chunyu could no longer care for her; the previous scene had terrified her to her very soul, and all she wanted now was to escape from this place!
Behind her, the broken cries of Zou Xiaoling could be heard.
Yu Chunyu’s hands trembled as she fumbled for the hidden latch, pulled it open, her hands shaking as she undid the main bolt, opened the door, straightened her clothes, buttoned up, and staggered out, staggering down the alleyway, nearly collapsing.
Zou Xiaoling lay on the ground as if dead, the fire in the stove having gone out unbeknownst to her.
It was the end of summer, but she felt as cold as the depths of winter.
Her whole body hurt as though she’d been run over by a car; more painful than her body was her heart—but no, her heart was gone.
Suddenly, she didn’t know why she had fled her family’s arrangements to marry that fool and had come alone to Peace Town.
Was it to move from one abyss into another?
And how could that woman, whom she had believed to be a good friend for life, personally push her into the hands of a demon?
"I’m going to sue you; you’re going to be convicted," Zou Xiaoling said, her voice also breaking.
Chiang Baohe had long since gotten up and was sitting on a stool not too far away, looking at her.
He had finally tasted a woman’s flavor, and it was damn good.
Although it wasn’t Yu Chunyu who had first provoked him, after everything had settled down and he had calmed down, Chiang Baohe still thought it was good that the wretch had run off. After all, it was always Zou Xiaoling he intended to marry.
Looking at Zou Xiaoling, who reminded him of the woman who had once abandoned him and rejected him, her body covered with only tattered cloths and bruised all over, Chiang Baohe felt a sense of vengeance fulfilled.
"Go ahead and sue. Once you do, you’ll be disgraced too. You’ll be tainted everywhere you go. See if the school will still want you. See if those students’ parents will want you teaching their kids." Chiang Baohe said coldly.