denly felt a sense of emptiness.For two years, she knew clearly that she had no place in Huo Mingzheng's heart. He didn't love her; he only had possessive desires for her.As the heir to the Huo family..."Huo Mingzheng, you bastard! Go find your Shen Wei!"

Her face was flushed with anger, a captivating crimson like the rouge in her name.

She has always been beautiful in an aggressive way, captivating people inch by inch.

He Mingsheng raised her chin again and kissed her. Fu Yan still remained rational.

Knowing he was going to propose, they shouldn't have acted like this.

Bite down without hesitation!

Huo Mingzheng cried out in pain, and Fu Yan seized the opportunity to push him back with her body. She stumbled backward a few steps.

The tie wasn't fastened tightly, and she struggled for a few moments before pulling her hands free.

She glared with bloodshot eyes, the suppressed emotions erupting from within her as she roared, "What you've done is no different from anyone else!"

Someone else

He rubbed his thumb across his mouth, blood there. She resisted, biting him with all her might!

"You're comparing me to that piece of trash"

That night's shadows swept over her one by one, Fu Yan stubbornly refused to let her tears fall, trembling uncontrollably, "You are all the same!"

Huo Mingzheng's face was grim, his eyes sweeping over to the side of Fu Yan's neck.

As she struggled, her hair flew to the other side, highlighting her fair and slender neck. Besides the gauze-covered wound, there were also traces of kisses that had previously been hidden in her hair.

The man's eyes darkened.

Fu Yan's skin was delicate and tender, and she would easily leave marks when she enjoyed herself. She was quite sensitive and it often took several days for them to disappear.

He hadn't touched her in a while, this hickey could only be from Chen Rang that night.

"Where else did he touch you that night"

Fu Yan's face was ashen, her body trembling. She frantically searched for a silk scarf and hastily covered the mark.

That night, Chen Liang ultimately failed to have his way, but his lips had brushed against his neck. Afterwards, she scrubbed it countless times with a brush, yet the imprint of that kiss wouldn't come off.

Tears splashed onto the ground, and she scrambled out of the master bedroom.

Ran out of the main building, ignoring the pain in my feet and sprinting across the lawn.

The estate was vast, with a long stretch of lawn between the main gate and where she stood. Fu Yan's slender figure moved in the darkness like a small boat on the sea, swaying precariously.

A beam of light shone from behind, the car window rolled down. Cao Fang dared not look at Fu Yan's face.

"Miss Fu, Mr. Huo asked me to send you home."

Since it was hard to get a ride nearby this time, Fu Yan didn't refuse.

After getting in the car, Cao Fang handed her a bag without looking back.

"Miss Fu, please take care of the wound on your leg first."

The car drove out of the manor, its red taillights disappearing down the tree-lined avenue at the bend.

Ho Mingzheng stood by the window, lit a cigarette, and took out his phone to dial a number.

The night wind blew through the window, and a frost-like chill appeared in the man's eyes. "You're a doctor," he said, his voice cold. "Is there any medicine that could make someone wish they were dead"

The man on the phone said something.

"I want him dead." He pressed the cigarette butt on the windowsill, leaving a black mark.

Turning back, she stopped in front of the mirror.

He bent down to pick up the tie on the ground, a flicker of emotion passing through his cold eyes.

......

Late at night, Fu Yan's phone rang. It was Ji Lin calling.

"Yan'er, Chen Rang is dead." so much, and all she ever wanted was something pure, something that belonged only to her, not this stolen, clandestine thing.Back home, Fu Yan rushed to take a shower, allowing herself to fully cool...