Chapter 9: His Anger and Humiliation

Jian Tong shuddered, her complexion turning deathly pale in an instant. But then she remembered something, and with her pale lips, she retorted, "The Jian family does not have a Jian Tong. I am nothing but a prisoner." Looking at the handsome face so close to hers, the one she once yearned for, she now wanted to avoid it as though it were something vile.

"Mr. Shen, I am just a prisoner, and I hope you, as a nobleman, can forget the transgressions of someone so insignificant. Please, let me go," she pleaded, suppressing her fear of him, making herself as pitiful as possible, with the single hope of living in peace.

What was dignity to her? After emerging from that dark hell and finally seeing the sunlight, she could not bear to give up the warmth she had found so hard to come by.

Shen Xiujin's eyes narrowed dangerously, a fury simmering within them… How could this woman, so base and groveling before him, be the same Jian Tong who used to cling to him tenaciously, who would ignore his indifference and throw herself at him like a moth to a flame, burning with passion?

Grinding his teeth, Shen Xiujin's anger was inexplicable, even to himself; he didn't understand why he was so enraged.

His eyes were cold as ice, his piercing gaze locked firmly onto her lips, where a faint mark left by Xiao Heng's teeth lingered—a mark from when he had forcefully pulled her away and Xiao Heng's teeth had accidentally bitten her lip.

Suddenly...

"Was that your first kiss just now?"

"…What?" Jian Tong was taken aback, her face involuntarily flushing red.

A surge of indescribable rage swelled within Shen Xiujin. His expression grew colder as he abruptly grabbed Jian Tong's wrist and yanked her up, striding towards the washroom.

"Let go of me, please, I beg you, let me go."

Jian Tong pleaded humbly.

As Shen Xiujin dragged her along, her movements awkward, she stumbled and nearly fell several times along the way, but the man, consumed by unexplained anger, couldn't care less about the woman behind him.

Jian Tong was pulled into the bathroom by Shen Xiujin. Before he could stand still, he was violently dragged to the sink by a hand. The man behind him turned on the faucet, and Jian Tong's head was pushed into the rushing water, " Uh...no...cough cough cough~"

Shen Xiujin couldn't hide his anger, his black eyes were dancing with angry flames, and he scrubbed the woman's lips with his generous palms without saying a word.

"Shen... first, Mr. cough cough cough cough, I was wrong, wrong, cough cough cough, please let me go. I know I was wrong... ugh!" Amidst the sound of running water and the sound of choking water, he coughed. The woman could be heard begging for mercy over and over again.

The man, on the other hand, remained silent from beginning to end, scrubbing her lips over and over again indifferently. He didn't let go until her lips were broken and red and swollen.

"Cough cough cough..." After Jian Tong was freed, she held the black marble and coughed rapidly. She looked very embarrassed at the moment. A cold voice came from above the head: "Tell me, how did Xiao Heng kiss you just now?"

"..." Jian Tong raised her head in shock, her lips half-opened. What's the problem? How should she answer?

Does he want to humiliate her? Jian Tong glanced at the beginning in embarrassment and remained silent... This was probably the most violent resistance she could make now.

Shen Xiujin is so cruel! Do you have to humiliate her like this? ?

And the man in front of him narrowed his eyes instantly...hiding? Dare she hide from him?

His long fingers suddenly stretched out, pinched her chin, and forced her eyes to look at him.

Suddenly, Shen Xiujin lowered her handsome head and slowly leaned towards her. The distance between them became closer and closer, and Jian Tong's eyes grew wider and wider.

Close, close...

So close that he was about to kiss her, and his dead heart beat a beat faster for a second.

His lips were close at hand, pressing against hers... soon...

Suddenly, the man in front of her moved her lips and leaned towards her ear. His thin lips were close to her ear: "Ha~" With a sneer, she heard his humiliating ridicule: "Like you Woman, you don’t think I will kiss you, do you?”

Jian Tongru was exposed to the cold winter for nine months, and the blood suddenly drained from her face.

He looked at her with a cold smile and said with disgust: "I think you are dirty."

Boom!

The last straw that broke the camel's back! The world was spinning for a while, and her body was so limp that she fell on the marble floor.

He is the devil!

There was a shadow hanging over her head, and she knew it was Shen Xiujin.

She hugged her legs and huddled even more, desperately telling herself not to anger this devil. Don't piss him off and you'll be fine.

She must live and live well.

With her head buried in her chest, Tong Jian couldn't see the sullen look in the eyes of the man standing in front of her.

Shen Xiujin looked down at the woman in front of her, unable to connect the poor woman in front of her with the Jian Tong in her memory.

With complicated eyes, Shen Xiujin said coldly: "Please, maybe I will let you go."

A pair of sharp eyes stared at the woman on the ground. In the dark, it seems that he is looking forward to something. Even he himself didn't notice it.

Jian Tong's shoulders trembled slightly, and then she laughed at herself. What is dignity? She is just a criminal with the number 926. She is no longer the Jian child. Why does she need dignity? Living is the most important thing.

In front of him, Jian Tong knelt down: "Mr. Shen, I beg you, treat me like a fart and let me go."

My heart was greatly shocked! The man's face instantly turned cold and filled with anger. With such humility, this woman can even lose her dignity! He has fallen to such a low level!

Unable to express what he felt in his heart, the man looked livid, punched the mirror opposite, and roared angrily: "Get out!"

Jian Tong showed joy, as if she had received amnesty, struggled to get up, and walked out as if limping away.

Behind her, Shen Xiujin looked at her back with cold eyes. The handsome profile of the knife-carved face was covered with a layer of frost.

"Damn woman!" Punch and punch out again.

Jian Tong ran for his life, regardless of the inconvenience of his legs and feet. The elevator was going down. The door opened with a "ding", and this was the underground floor.

She did not go back to the club. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, dragging her legs that were unable to move, she hurried out of the building.

"Master, go to Nanwan Community." When she stopped a taxi, she would usually be reluctant to pay for the taxi, but today, she gritted her teeth and took out the taxi fare.

As soon as she got home, she immediately took out a cheap luggage bag from under the bed and quickly packed her few gifts.

Must go!

    he came!

He hates her so much, he will never let her go!

We must leave immediately!

She must live. Without so much time to spend with him, she still has many things to do.

"While the night was getting darker, a limping figure quietly walked out of a low-rent house in Nanwan Community.