Bai Weiwei’s fingers loosened, and she bowed her head, her face pale.
Not saying a word.
Quiet, as if anyone could hurt her.
Lu Zixi felt that his attack was as boring and unpleasant as hitting cotton.
He took a deep breath, then turned and left.
She didn’t follow after him.
When he got out of the garage, he couldn’t help turning his head, and saw that she was still standing alone.
The thin and slender body showed a lonely silhouette.
Looking pathetic.
Lu Zixi’s footsteps were heavy. He had fantasized many times.
If he ever saw Bai Ziwen, the mother and daughter, again, how he would deal with this pair of sluts.
But he did not expect that Bai Ziwen’s daughter would be so useless.
Simple… unlike anyone in the Lu family.
Lu Zixi watched for a while, took a breath, and suddenly threw his cigarette butt in anger.
Then he rushed directly in front of Bai Weiwei, grabbed her arm, and went to the house.
The steward greeted him and was about to say something.
But was forced back with a cold look.
Lu Zixi dragged her into the room, kicked open the bathroom door, and pushed Bai Weiwei to the ground.
He turned on the shower, and the cold water washed over her.
Bai Weiwei froze and wanted to escape.
Lu Zixi indifference gave way to fierce anger, “You dirty thing, disgusting. If you want to enter the door of my Lu Family, then wash yourself clean for me.”
He didn’t know how many men she had slept with.
Could Bai Ziwen’s daughter be a good thing?
He didn’t believe it.
This absurd matter of sleeping with his own sister left him irritated and unable to accept it.
But thinking that Bai Weiwei was even more uncomfortable and afraid, he felt better.
Bai Weiwei heard his words and looked at him with wide eyes, a hurt expression on her face.
Her lips moved, and finally she timidly looked down and sat on the floor.
Letting cold water wet her whole body.
The white skirt drooped, outlining the beautiful contours of her body.
Under the white collarbone, a faint softness loomed.
Black hair, flowing down her round shoulders, stuck wetly to her chest, giving off an enchanting seduction.
Lu Zixi originally wanted to teach Bai Weiwei a lesson.
But for some reason, his vision stayed on her exposed white skin.
In his mind, he couldn’t help replaying the scene.
She slept beside him when he woke up yesterday morning.
A beautiful body that was soft, white, and so unblemished that it nearly blended in with the white sheets.
Innocent, but with a pure, sensory pleasure.
His fingers gripping the showerhead clenched tighter.
The water washed over her, and she shivered, raising her eyes timidly.
Her wet and frightened eyes, her pale pink lips, and her teary expression.
Lu Zixi’s heart felt suffocated. Something impulsive made his throat tighten.
She seemed to be tortured by him so much that she could not help holding her knees and shrink into a ball.
Lu Zixi felt like a pervert who abused a little girl.
Bai Weiwei suddenly cried, “Uncle …”
Lu Zixi’s face turned black. “Say that again?”
How old was he?
It had only been three years since he left the entertainment industry. He was the youngest and most beautiful Film Emperor in history.
How! Did he! Become! Uncle?
Bai Weiwei was so frightened that she turned pale, and she lowered her eyes uneasily.
Lu Zixi saw her timid and useless appearance and felt no pleasure of revenge.
Bai Ziwen, that bitch, gave birth to a daughter.
How was she such a small and pitiful thing?
The hospital must’ve given the wrong baby.
But seeing her wet eyes, they were a light hazel.
The same colour eyes as his.
And that paternity test.
She was indeed the product of Bai Ziwen and his lowly father.
