At this moment, like a knife on her neck, Shen Jia Nian had no way out. Her slightly trembling hands betrayed her timidity, and the scarlet wine in the glass sloshed.
She suppressed the discomfort in her heart and drank the entire glass of wine in one sip. She accidentally choked on the last sip. She covered her lips with the back of her hand and coughed. When she took her hand off, her lips were soaked in the wine and turned into a raspberry red, like velvet.
Don't worry even if she's drunk, her uncle will take her back.
Shen Jia Nian thought so, and his uneasy heart slowly fell back.
There was a sneer in Yin Shuyao's eyes, calculating that Shen Jiannian, a fool, didn't need such insidious tricks. After a glass of wine, she would soon be unconscious.
It's her fault that her dead parents protected her too well. After being a princess who didn't know much about the world for twenty years, not to mention drinking, all the food in her mouth was carved clams.
She will feel better tonight.
At ten o'clock in the evening, the banquet ended. The sky was completely dark, and the rain was heavier than before. There was a crackling sound, accompanied by lightning and thunder, swallowing the sky and the earth.
Yin Shuyao supported Shen Jianian, who was completely drunk, and staggered towards Qin Zhongtian's black Mercedes-Benz.
The rear window was half-closed, revealing the man's lustful face.
Although Yin Shuyao was so disgusted by such fat-headed men, she didn't show any trace of it on her face. She blinked innocently a few times and said the words she had thought of early in the morning: "Mr. Qin, I want to go to the hospital with my parents to take care of grandma. Could you please send my cousin back?"
The driver was not surprised by this incident. He got out of the car calmly and opened the door on the back seat.
Qin Zhongtian looked over, rubbed the corners of his mouth with his fingertips, and couldn't suppress the sly smile that spread out: "That's easy to say."
It was rainy and cold at night, and Shen Jia Nian, who was unconscious, was pushed into the car by Yin Shuyao and fell softly into the man's arms.
A burst of elegant aroma came, and the entire carriage was filled with this smell in an instant. Qin Zhongtian is so old that he has never seen any kind of woman, but he still can't help but be aroused by the beauty in front of him and the fragrance that reaches his nose. He felt the delicate and smooth skin of his arms in his palms, and his heart beat rapidly.
The temperature in the car rose several degrees.
The corners of Yin Shuyao's lips raised a comfortable curve, she stood up straight and waved goodbye solemnly: "Goodbye, Mr. Qin."
The windows slowly rose up, blocking the wind and rain outside, leaving only the beauty of the carriage. Qin Zhongtian's voice was hoarse and he told the driver: "Go to the nearest residence."
The driver walked back into the cab, started the engine, and drove on the wet road reflecting the neon lights.
Watching the car drive away and merge into the traffic flow, Yin Shuyao took a step back and stood on the steps to prevent the raindrops from getting on the skirt of her dress.
Why does it feel like the dust has settled?
I have to say, this feels great.
Yin Shuyao stood up on her tiptoes, and Shi Shiran turned around. Not far away was Yin Chengde and his wife, who were coming together.
"Your cousin..."
Yin Chengde approached, not ignoring the fleeting smile of success on his daughter's face, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.
However, he had no chance to say the rest of his words and was interrupted by Yin Shuyao: "Dad, my cousin left with Mr. Qin. It's too late for you to say anything. Now you chase Mr. Qin's car and anger him. I don't know what the consequences will be. .”
Hu Yuzhi was busy building relationships with those ladies tonight, smiling at everyone she met, and by the end of the entire banquet, her facial muscles were stiff from laughter. There was no one else around now, so she didn't bother to pretend, so she suppressed all her expressions and said coldly: "The matter is over, there is no point in talking anymore, let's go home."
Yin Chengde hesitated to speak, but was pulled by his wife, and got into his car with a gray face.
*
In a daze, Shen Jianian felt like a bow that had been stretched, and the string was so stretched that it was about to break.
Her eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. She tried her best to open her eyes. Her vision was hazy, then slowly and gradually became clear. It was a completely unfamiliar ceiling, covered with complicated dark golden patterns. The more she looked at it, the more dizzy her head would become.
This was not the attic she was familiar with.
The attic room filled with clutter is far less luxurious than what you see in front of you.
Shen Jia Nian wanted to get up, but when he moved his body a little, something grabbed him and he fell heavily back onto the soft mattress. She belatedly found that her hands were pulled apart and tied to the bedside shelf in a humiliating position.
Shen Jia Nian suddenly opened his eyes wide, with panic written on his face.
In a strange room and a big bed filled with the smell of men, her wrists were wrapped twice in red silk and tied loosely to the wrought iron headboard, which not only allowed her to struggle but also ensured that she would not break free easily.
No one can remain calm once they open their eyes and find themselves in such a situation.
Shen Jianian twisted his wrist violently in an attempt to untie the ribbon. At this moment, there was a crisp click and the sound of the door lock being opened came in the silent space, which was eerie.
"Beauty is awake?"
Qin Zhongtian walked out of the bathroom. After taking a shower, his hair was wet. His dark blue bathrobe covered his body with accumulated fat. The belt around his waist could barely hold his bulging abdomen.
Listening to the greasy male voice and the shuffling sound of slippers near the bed, Shen Jia Nian's whole body trembled like chaff, as if he had seen the black and white impermanence that drove his life away.
"Let me go..." Shen Jianian said, only to realize that her voice was shaking harder than her body, "You... what are you going to do? Get away, don't come here! If... you get one step closer, I'll call the police!"
Qin Zhongtian didn't take her threat seriously. He walked step by step to the bedside and stopped. A shadow enveloped her, like a king looking down at her: "Don't you know what I want to do, Miss Yin? Oh, I remembered it wrong. You are Yin Chengde's niece, so you should be called Miss Shen. Do you still need me to clarify what Miss Shen means by toasting me?"
There was a smile in his eyes, and the gaze that lingered on her gradually changed, from appreciating art at the beginning to looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Qin Zhongtian was not in a hurry. He found it interesting to see her like a butterfly trapped in a spider web. No matter how hard she flapped her wings, she could not escape being swallowed.
All night long, what's the rush?
Qin Zhongtian took two steps back and sat on the leather sofa beside the bed, lit a cigar and smoked it slowly, his eyes never leaving the girl on the bed. The interest in his eyes became even stronger when he saw her tearing up the ribbon and leaving red marks on her snow-white wrists, refusing to admit defeat.
That's why he didn't take advantage of people's sleepiness. A lively fish is much more interesting than a lifeless piece of wood.
Qin Zhongtian finished smoking a cigar, brought the glass ashtray on the coffee table, held it vertically to crush out the last trace of sparks, opened his mouth and blew out the smoke: "The show has begun."
The deliberately gloomy voice sounded like a ghost in the dimly lit room.
A flash of light suddenly lit up outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and after the lightning, there was a rumble of thunder, like hitting the eardrum.
The moment the man rushed over, Shen Jianian's wrist slipped out of the circled red silk ribbon, aimed at an exquisite blue and white porcelain vase on the bedside table, picked it up and smashed it with his hand.
With a clang, the vase fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.
Qin Zhongtian didn't expect that she would be so courageous. He was hit in the head off guard, and warm blood flowed down his forehead.
He wiped away the thick blood that was about to obscure his eyes. He was not annoyed or angry, but was aroused by some emotion, and his cloudy eyes shone with an unusually hot light.
Shen Jianian was so frightened by his cold expression that she wanted to laugh or not. When he pounced again, she rolled over to the other side of the bed, took the opportunity to free her other hand, stepped on the carpet with her bare feet, and almost fell to her knees. .
She can't fall down, absolutely not!
With such a belief in survival, she fled the room in a panic and stumbled down the spiral staircase, feeling varying degrees of pain throughout her body.
She didn't care how many injuries she suffered from the fall, she only had one purpose, and that was to escape from here.
Shen Jianian, you can do it. She gritted her teeth, encouraged herself over and over again, and persisted a little longer. She saw the door and pushed it open. Even if it was windy and rainy outside, there was nothing to be afraid of.
The real scary thing is the people behind you, not the bad weather.
