The atmosphere was tense instantly.
Cheng Yansheng cast his gaze on Wen Nian's tight, shapeless face and asked with concern: "You resent me because of Bao?"
"No."
He stood up and approached quietly.
He knelt on the edge of the bed and held her face in one hand.
Wen Nian felt that the man's burning gaze was full of false tenderness, and he cherished every word: "Nian Nian, do you hate me Bao, or do you hate me for hurting you at night?"
He used to call her that too.
It was every time he was drunk and delirious.
Wen Nian keenly smelled the smell of alcohol all over Cheng Yansheng's body. He was standing far away just now, so the smell was not strong enough.
"I'm going to make you some sobering soup."
She tilted her head and moved her face away from his palm.
"Where to go?"
Cheng Yansheng suddenly became stern, and the tenderness in his eyes was replaced by sharpness: "Did I tell you to leave?"
He reached out and pinched her face.
Wen Nian was forced to meet the man's eyes. From the outside, he looked polite and courteous, but she knew best the cruelty and cold-bloodedness in his heart.
There was a feeling of strength in my heart.
"Cheng Yansheng, you treat me like this every time you drink. I'm fed up."
Her deep disgust was unabashed and evident.
Cheng Yansheng's tall body blocked his eyes. He remained motionless and pursed his lips tightly. After a few seconds, a voice came out from the gap between his lips: "Enough? Who was pestering me all night long before?"
His words are a sharp knife.
Stab deep into Wen Nian's heart.
She was panicked and helpless in pain.
Those miserable days and nights in the past became his best weapon to humiliate her.
Wen Nian's whole body was shaking, and his fingers turned from pinching to rubbing.
My throat and eyes felt like someone had poured boiling water on them, and my breath was hot.
"I used to be shameless, I was a bitch, I was sick, but now I'm cured."
Cheng Yansheng pressed his fingers, and Wen Nian didn't resist and fell onto the bed.
My back pressed against the hard bed frame, and it hurt.
The handsome face in front of her approached, and Cheng Yansheng bit her mouth wildly, until her lips were bloody and bloody. She endured the pain and kept her eyes wide open without making a sound.
"Does it hurt?"
he asked her.
Wen Nian swallowed the blood and said, "It doesn't hurt."
Cheng Yansheng smiled evilly and slipped a hand into her clothes... The pain caused her to choke.
"Wen Nian, why did you marry me? Why did you pester me for three years?"
Wen Nian's confused memories overlapped at a certain point.
That year, she fell in love with Cheng Yansheng at first glance. Her eldest brother loved her very much and tried every means to get her to marry Cheng Yansheng. Later, Wen Chongjin was plotted by someone and broke the rules in the business world.
Business became increasingly bleak, so he had no choice but to move to Qingcheng.
For a moment, Wen Nian's eyes lit up: "Cheng Yansheng, I'm very curious, what did my eldest brother use as a threat to get you to marry me?"
He straightened up and took two steps back.
He scoffed disdainfully: "Don't you know better?"
Wen Chongjin told her that he exchanged a very important project with Cheng Yansheng.
But over the years, Wen Nian has become more and more confused.
With Cheng Yansheng's status, there is no project he can't win, not to mention Wen Chongjin's class is far from the upper class.
Pink lips open.
Wen Nian asked: "Would you, Cheng Yansheng, marry a woman you don't love just for this little profit?"
The corners of his lips curled up
More than half a meter away, there was a sense of ridicule.
With disdain flashing in his eyes, Cheng Yansheng spoke clearly: "Who am I not marrying?"
What's more, she is so obedient.
yes.
So he married her in and made her endure indifference and oppression.
Deeply regretful, I retreated from the situation.
Cheng Yansheng did what he said on the wedding night. He wanted her to live worse than death. He did it. Now Wen Nian is only a shell.
