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nTranslator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

nQin Zhi’ai could barely take a step while a call rang out behind her.

nThe phone was picked up swiftly. Qin Zhi’ai couldn’t make out who he was talking to or what was the conversation about, but all of a sudden, Gu Yusheng flew into a fiery rage. Without saying anything, he threw the phone he was holding at Qin Zhi’ai. “Liang Doukou, what do you really want?! When can you stop all of this?!”

nThe phone, accompanied by tremendous force, came extremely close to brushing the side of her ear and eventually smashed into the glass cabinet just ahead of her.

nWith a loud smash, the glass shattered into fragments on the floor.

nThe situation that she was worried about had happened. Her legs were like jelly, almost falling down to the ground. She didn’t dare turn around except to totter to the door on her shaky legs.

nBefore she could reach the door, her elbow was grasped by Gu Yusheng. With brutal force, she was being pulled abruptly back into the room. “Well done, your skills are getting better, huh… Learned to play games with me, working simultaneously on both sides? Showing yourself in front of me for the whole day wasn’t good enough, now you even….”

nHe seemed to be fuming mad, as his chest was heaving up and down, yet his resentment had stopped halfway through.

nHe paused for a few seconds before he grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the washroom.

nThe door was closed and locked behind him. He seemed like he was out of his mind, pouncing on Qin Zhi’ai, ripping her clothes into pieces.

nEvery time they met each other, Gu Yusheng looked pissed, but none of those encounters had been as terrifying as that moment.

nGu Yusheng had bloodshot eyes, the veins on his forehead clearly visible. His violent expression looked as though he would skin her alive at any point in time.

nThe pain he gave her was even worse than the previous two rounds.

nQin Zhi’ai knew he did it on purpose.

nShe tried to use the same method as the previous round, counting, to divert her attention from the pain and humiliation that he was giving her, yet it didn’t work this time. There were several times when she almost cried, begging for mercy, but at the very end, she bit her lips and swallowed her cries.

nQin Zhi’ai was too stubborn to let them out. Even though the never-ending torture was too hard to bear, she didn’t make even the slightest sound.

nAfter what felt like a century had passed, Gu Yusheng finally let her go.

nWith a face as white as a sheet, she fled as quickly as possible, squeezing herself in one of the corners in the washroom as though her life had drained away.

nUnlike the previous times, Gu Yusheng hadn’t left the place as soon as he finished his business, nor did he avoid her like he would do when he usually saw her.

nHer clothes were torn into bits and pieces, whereas the clothes on him were just rumpled and untidy.

nHe leveled his gaze, not looking at any particular thing. He stood not far away from Qin Zhi’ai. Perhaps it was the lighting in the washroom, but his face looked ashen.

nTime flew past, he looked up and fixed his gaze on Qin Zhi’ai who had shrunk herself in one corner.

nWith his icy-cold gaze, he spoke unsympathetically, as he always did. “If you are not afraid that I will torture you to death treating you the way I did just now, by all means, you can get Grandpa to stay in our house…”

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