May, in the small town of Cloud City.

Today, Meng Zhi wears a light-colored long dress, its hem swaying rhythmically with her steps.

She returns to her rented room, placing the brightly gorgeous tulips from her arms into a glass container.

The young girl's skin is fair and a few strands of her hair slip past her forehead as she lowers her head.

Outside the door, a knocking sound rings out, soft and polite.

It should be the neighbour, Ah Cheng, who usually delivers water at this time.

"Just a moment." Meng Zhi responds from inside the room with her soft voice.

She hurries to put down the tulips in her hands, running to open the door for Ah Cheng, "Sorry for keeping you waiting..."

Before she could finish the word "waiting", the man at the door has already scared her speechless.

Standing at the door isn't her neighbour, Ah Cheng. It's the madman from whom she has worked so hard to escape.

Lu Ye exudes an aura of malice. His black suit is somewhat disheveled; the dark blue tie still on his shirt is one she was deceived into buying for him by Lu Ye.

The surroundings grow quiet.

Lu Ye lowers his head to look at her with an intense gaze. His icy features, and sharp facial structure adding a degree of untouchableness. All it took was one glance, a strong sense of oppression released, all heading towards her direction.

On the twentieth day of her escape.

Lu Ye has found her.

He pushed open the door and strode in, his tall figure standing in the living room, taking in every bit of Meng Zhi's private world.

He didn't miss a single detail.

She had been good enough, there were no traces of a man's presence in her room.

The girly decorations, the warm decor, it was clear that the owner of the room had a real zest for life.

Was this tiny shabby room worth giving up the life of a wealthy woman in the Capital?

Lu Ye slung a cold sneer in the back of his mind.

"Nice to see you, madam." Lu Ye's assistant, Chen Mu, came up to greet her, his face all relaxed.

Chen Mu sighed in his heart, after looking for more than twenty days, he had finally found Miss Meng Zhi.

Meng Zhi was still in shock, standing defensively in her place, a few tall bodyguards outside her door blocking her only exit.

Even if she wanted to run now, she was powerless to do so.

"Bang--" The door was closed by someone outside.

Upon hearing this crisp sound, Meng Zhi felt as if her throat had been seized, finding it hard to breathe.

"Come here." Lu Ye casually sat on her couch, his well-defined fingers unconsciously tapping to a rhythm.

The moment Meng Zhi had caught sight of him, her face had already become pale, and her hands and feet couldn't stop trembling.

She seemed to have lost a little weight.

Lu Ye leaned back against the couch, squinting at her as he thought to himself: 'I should take good care of her when we go back. She's been out and about for several days without me knowing whether she's taken care of herself.'

For Lu Ye, forcing her to become his wife was the most delightful decision he had made in his lifetime.

Even if his little dainty wife shuns him.

Snapping back to reality, Lu Ye noticed Meng Zhi was still standing there.

"Do I have to repeat myself?" He furrowed his brow, his tone somewhat irritable.

Meng Zhi could feel a chill creeping up her scalp, her hands shaking uncontrollably. She can sense his growing restlessness.

She had no choice but to slowly approach the man on the couch.

Not approving of her slow motion, Lu Ye stood up and pulled her into his arms. The long-lost touch filled him with satisfaction as the soft, sweet-scented young girl nestled in his arms.

"Do you miss me?" Lu Ye murmured, nuzzling her lips.

Each passing day since her disappearance, he missed every inch of her.

He missed her lips, her body, and her every soft touch.

The sunlight poured in from the outside, Lu Ye, nearly 1.9 meters tall, held Meng Zhi in his arms like he was embracing the entire world. They were such a perfect match, so harmonious, everything seemed so beautiful.

Of course, disregarding Meng Zhi's tensioned body at the moment.

Not receiving the answer he wanted,

Lu Ye looked down, locking his gaze on the young girl in his arms, "What's the matter, don't want to see me?"

Meng Zhi took a deep breath in secret, finally gathering the courage to look up and meet his aggressive gaze, her voice softly trembling.

"Lu Ye, let's talk."

Lu Ye's gaze turned cold within a moment as he curled his lips sardonically, "What about? How to let you go?"

"Meng Zhi, stop thinking about escaping, this is your last chance." Lu Ye paused before adding, "If there's a next time, it might not be necessary to spare the Meng family. Old Lady Meng's health won't hold up to such trouble."

Realizing the veiled threat hidden in his words, Meng Zhi lifted her head abruptly, shaking uncontrollably, "Madman! Why don't you drop dead."

She wasn't interested in what happens to the rest of the Meng family, but her grandma was the one she cared about the most.

How dare he use her grandma to threaten her.

She never owed anything to the Lu family!

Why should she bear all these sufferings alone!

Meng Zhi was always gentle and never spoke harshly to others, but at this moment, she wanted to say the most vicious words to him.

Lu Ye reached out and harshly rubbed her lips.

Leaning close to her ear, he spoke in a malicious tone, "The seeds of disaster last a thousand years, and I will stay by your side until the end."

"Wanwan" was the nickname her grandma had given her. To hear it from Lu Ye's mouth made her feel utterly nauseated.

As the moist sensation traveled up her earlobe, she shivered and clenched her teeth.

Lu Ye behind her let out a light, magnetic chuckle from his chest, sending a tingling sensation down her back.

Meng Zhi's legs went weak.

"Ashamed?" asked Lu Ye, as he leaned in closer, lingering near her earlobe.

His hand slowly moved downwards, finding its way under her skirt.

Every part of her body that Lu Ye touched felt as if it had been grazed by a venomous snake.

Fear filled Meng Zhi's eyes. She was clearly not shy, her body twisting violently as she struggled against him.

She shook her head in refusal... Don't...

"Lu Ye, let me go!" Recognizing the impending situation, Meng Zhi trembled uncontrollably.

Lu Ye forcefully took hold of Meng Zhi's wrists, dragging her into the bedroom. He shoved her onto the bed roughly.

The bedroom curtains were drawn, leaving only a dim light that sprinkled across the room.

Mustering all her strength, Meng Zhi attempted to struggle to her feet and run.

Before she even could get past two steps, Lu Ye caught her waist and swung her back onto the bed.

Meng Zhi let out a muffled cry. Despite this not being the first time experiencing such a situation, she was still afraid.

Lu Ye's eyebrows furrowed, his lips tightened. "I've said it before, don't even think about running."

Hearing his tone, Meng Zhi felt a deep sense of dread.

Lifting her head, she saw possessive desire filling Lu Ye's eyes, his gaze greedily fixed upon her.

Meng Ji felt wronged and desperate, "Lu Ye, divorce! I want a divorce!"

Upon hearing the word "divorce," Lu Ye suppressed his anger, his eyes unusually calm.

His finger paused, and he began to unbutton his shirt, one, two...

Suddenly, Meng Ji felt a heavy presence on her body. Lu Ye's scent enveloped her tightly, making her feel oppressed, uncomfortable, and hopeless.

Meng Ji found it difficult to breathe.

"I don't like you saying those two words." His black eyes were deep, filled with a crazy obsession.

His large hand gently gripped Meng Ji's neck, slowly feeling the warm pulse throbbing.

"Lu Ye, get up... I don't want this!" She was on the verge of collapse; tears instantly wetted her cheeks, and a teardrop hung from her delicate long eyelashes.

She fled, and he became violent.

But he couldn’t bear to hurt her, so he had to give her some "punishment", so that she would never dare to run away again.

"Good." Lu Ye kissed her lips, silencing her pleas.

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