Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Far away, in a holiday villa in Sanya.
The floor was a mess.
With underwear and clothes strewn all over.
The bed was creaking and the blanket was gathered into a twisting mound.
Song Yuanxi was looking through a pair of blurry eyes at the lightly muscled man on top of her. She didn’t even react to the fact that the caller was the much-hated Qiao Lian.
Until… Qiao Lian said those words that froze Song Yuanxi.
Her eyes suddenly found focus.
She got up to pick up her cell phone but at that point, she felt an aggressive rush that almost tore her body apart.
Following this, a hand tightly grabbed her jaw as the man thrusted her face closer. He chortled, “Song Yuanxi, do you know what sort of women I hate most?”
Song Yuanxi fell silent.
“Those who think of other men when making love with me. Is it because I’m not working hard enough?”
At these words, Song Yuanxi’s pupils shrank. The next moment, a violent storm washed over her.
She clenched her fist tightly and harshly bit her lip.
Silently, she counted until, at last, the man finished his business and she slowly recovered.
The smell of intimacy pervaded the air and her senses.
He finally pulled his body away from hers.
At this point, she gasped and took in big gulps of air freely.
She sat on the bed and looked at the drops of evidence of the deed that had just happened on her body. At the same time that she wanted to cry, she felt like laughing.
The moment passed and all the emotions she was feeling were reduced to a single sigh.
After a while, the sound of running water in the bathroom stopped. The man walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He wore a pair of golden glasses. Looking at Song Yuanxi with his sharp eyes, he said, “Ms. Song, you are a sub-par bed mate.”
Her fingernails dug into the flesh of her palm as she heard those words.
“But you provide a considerably good experience.”
The man’s words made her feel a deep shame that spread throughout her body.
A piece at a time, he picked up his clothes from the floor and put them back on. In no time, he looked impeccable again.
No one could have told what a beast he had just been.
After he had tidied himself, he headed towards the door. “I’m going for a meeting. You have fun here in the meantime, I’ll take you to dinner tonight.”
It was only when the man had fully disappeared from view that Song Yuanxi took a deep breath and was able to relax again.
She waited for a while till she had regained composure. Rather than taking a shower, she picked up her cell phone and dialed Qiao Lian’s number.
The call was picked up quickly.
Sounding quite embarrassed, Qiao Lian started, “Just then—”
Song Yuanxi’s timid expression had become freezing. After having gone through so much, she had become unbending and obstinate.
She said coldly, “What is it? Be quick.”
“I wish to know how Soul Fighter died eight years ago.”
Song Yuanxi paused for a while before she said, “I promised Brother Liangchuan that I’d never tell you what happened.”
Qiao Lian took a deep breath and continued, “I feel that there must be some misunderstanding between us. I have never met your brother and certainly couldn’t have caused him any harm. You—”
“Huh.” Song Yuanxi laughed mockingly. “Is there anything else? If not, I’m hanging up.”
Qiao Lian got desperate at this point.
She shouted loudly into the phone, “Shen Liangchuan now has serious insomnia! Because of what happened to your brother. He has been feeling guilty!”
