Lin Yixun raised her eyes in horror, only to see the man’s body blocking the sunlight, turning into a dark silhouette. She couldn’t make out his face, but his voice seemed to come from hell. "So, you like the game of cat and mouse. How about we play it once more?" Wasn’t the man in front of her indeed a lunatic? "Yes, I am crazy. And if I’m crazy, it’s because of you. Are you satisfied?" Lin Yixun’s vision gradually became clearer. She stared at the man in front of her, feeling that the Leng Yixiu before her was utterly unfamiliar. When did he become ? Right now, she would rather Leng Yixiu treat her like he did five years ago—ignore her, treat her as air. "Since you don’t want to play again, how about we get to the main event?" As soon as the black suit was thrown aside, a roar came from not far away, "Leng Yixiu, stop! You beast! I will kill you!" Leng Yixiu’s lips curved slightly as he glanced deeply at Lin Yixun, "It seems that this Second Young Master Ouyang is quite infatuated with you, still not giving up even now." "Let him go. I’ll do whatever you want!" Knowing she couldn’t escape, Lin Yixun resigned herself to fate. She no longer cared about dignity or face, morality or decency. She only hoped Ouyang Hao wouldn’t see her in such a deplorable state. "Haha... Of course not. He’s the audience I invited. If the audience isn’t here, how can this play continue?" As he spoke, Leng Yixiu took out a phone from his pocket, called one of his bodyguards, and said in a low voice, "Make him shut up." The bodyguard quickly followed the order and gagged Ouyang Hao. His forehead veins bulged, and his nails were bloodied from struggling too much, but he was still outnumbered. He could only watch Lin Yixun being humiliated by Leng Yixiu helplessly. The other bodyguards lined up neatly along the road, heads bowed, strictly following Leng Yixiu’s orders, trying their best to be blind and deaf. Seeing the man untying his tie, Lin Yixun realized just how naive her thoughts had been. A person who has lost their sanity can do anything. She looked at the man before her with insurmountable terror in her heart. For more chapters visit novｅlfire.net She clearly hated Leng Yixiu, wishing she could grind his bones to ashes, but when she saw Ouyang Hao pinned to the ground through the lavender, she had to let go of all her pride and dignity. Even though the tall lavender obstructed her view of Ouyang Hao’s face, her heart was being torn apart, causing unbearable pain. She couldn’t let Ouyang Hao witness her being trampled; it would be too cruel for him. She could lose her dignity but couldn’t drag Ouyang Hao into the eighteenth layer of hell with her. "Leng Yixiu, don’t do this to me. Please, don’t. I was wrong. I promise you, from now on, I’ll completely cut ties with Ouyang Hao and never have any contact again!" Lin Yixun lowered her pride and pleaded softly. "Really?" The man lifted Lin Yixun’s chin, seeing tears slowly flowing down her cheeks. He curled his lips in a mocking smile, "But Lin Yixun, your credit with me has already run out. Your words now hold no weight." "I’m not lying to you! I’m really not lying to you! As long as it’s not here, I’ll listen to you, anything you say! I won’t run anymore, never again." "Haha..." The man stared at Lin Yixun’s despairing and fear-filled face, his cold lips approaching hers, his icy voice whispering, "Had it been just now, I might have agreed. But now, everything is too late. Aren’t you deeply in love with Ouyang Hao? Then, I’ll see how deep your love runs." Each word from Leng Yixiu was like a sharp blade digging into Lin Yixun’s heart. He understood her too well, knowing that if this happened, she and Ouyang Hao could never be together for the rest of their lives. "Leng Yixiu, you bastard!" "What, getting angry out of shame? Weren’t you begging me just now? Why are you turning your back now? Indeed, a woman’s words can’t be trusted." The man sneered, "Lin Yixun, whether you think I’m a bastard or a beast, today, I’ve set my mind on you. I had warned you not to cross my bottom line, but you really are something, always stepping on the landmines." The man gave her a deep look and then said, "Lin Yixun, I just want to keep what’s mine. You’ll never know what you mean to me." The last few words were so low that only he could hear them. He self-mockingly smiled, it didn’t matter if Lin Yixun heard them or not. Because this was merely a one-man show he directed himself. He felt lonely and wanted someone to accompany him, but that person didn’t want to, so he had to force them. Ha, who would’ve thought that one day, he, Leng Yixiu, would want something so badly that he had to resort to force. Lin Yixun was like sand on the beach; the tighter he tried to grasp, the more he couldn’t hold her. He knew that using force was futile, yet he clung to it like drinking poison to quench his thirst, unwilling to let go. Lin Yixun’s hands flailed wildly on him, soon leaving bloody scratches on his face. Her nails broke from the exertion, some even flipped back, tearing the flesh, leaving a bloody mess.