Gu Chengyu strode out, leaving Shen Que alone on the floor, gasping for breath. Even in physical prowess, he was far inferior to Gu Chengyu.
He was the favored son of the Shen Family, but there was always someone better. It was truly infuriating.
Downstairs, Gu Chengyu stood by his car, his face expressionless as he took the lighter handed to him by a subordinate.
With a click, a flame sprang to life, illuminating his cold, hard jawline.
Without any hesitation, he brought the flame close.
The fire quickly devoured the soiled skirt. It fell to the ground and soon turned into a charred black lump.
He casually tossed the lighter back to his subordinate and turned to get in the car. "Back to Cloudcrest."
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Cloudcrest Apartment.
Gu Chengyu walked straight into the bathroom, turned on the cold water, and let it pour over his head from above.
The water streamed over his tense body and the skinned knuckles on his hand, but it couldn't extinguish the violent storm raging in his heart.
She was at Shen Que's company. Did they see each other frequently?
Had Shen Que touched her when he wasn't looking?
At the same time, on the playground of Galaxy College.
Su Qianqian was distracted.
She had seen the savage look in Gu Chengyu's eyes, his vicious fists, the blood at the corner of Shen Que's mouth, and that skirt turning to ashes in the fire.
She had never seen Gu Chengyu with such an ugly expression before. Feeling a bit fearful, she dawdled and didn't return home until after eight in the evening.
Pushing the door open, she was met with darkness and silence inside. The lights weren't on as usual, and there was no sign of him coming to greet her.
"A-Yu?" she called out softly. No one answered.
Groping in the dark, she turned on the living room light. It was empty.
The bedroom door was tightly shut.
A sense of foreboding grew stronger and stronger.
She tiptoed to the bedroom door, hesitating about whether to open it.
Just then, the door was yanked open from the inside!
A scorching hot hand reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her in.
"Ah!"
Su Qianqian let out a gasp as she fell into an embrace filled with suppressed fury.
The bedroom was dark, with only faint light from the window outlining the man's tall, imposing figure.
"Why are you back so late?" His voice held a dangerous calm.
"I was practicing at school..." Su Qianqian felt her skin crawl under his gaze. Her wrist ached where he held it, and she instinctively tried to pull free.
"Liar!"
"Your last class ended at four this afternoon."
"What were you doing alone for so long? Did you meet some other man I don't know about?"
"Do I have to lock you up at home for you to behave?"
"So you won't go around attracting attention and letting those filthy things covet you?"
"I didn't..." Su Qianqian was hurt by the ferocity and insult in his words, her eyes instantly reddening as she struggled. "You're hurting me! Let go!"
Her struggles and tears didn't calm him; instead, they completely ignited his anger.
He scooped her up, carried her the few steps to the bed, and tossed her into the soft bedding. His body immediately covered hers, enveloping her in his shadow.
"This hurts already?" He easily pinned both her wrists above her head with one hand, while the other roughly pulled at her clothes.
Then his mouth descended on her skin with bruising force.
"Has another man touched you? Hmm? Where did those filthy eyes look at you?!" His voice was muffled and hoarse, filled with obsessive possessiveness.
Su Qianqian was terrified. She had never seen him so out of control and fierce before.
She tried to struggle, but her delicate body couldn't withstand the force of his kisses, and then he suddenly...
"Ah—"
"No, no one, wu... A-Yu, I only have you, A-Yu, ah..." She grabbed his biceps, enduring, her brow furrowed as she tried to soothe him between ragged breaths.
Gu Chengyu's movements paused for a second.
He lifted his head, staring intently at the young woman in the darkness. She looked both pitiful and tempting.
"What are you afraid of?" He lowered his head again, continuing his fierce conquest.
He declared over and over, "You are mine, Qianqian."
"Every inch of you, inside and out, is mine."
"No one else can touch you. No one else can even think about you."
With a near-ferocious intensity, he vented his rage and asserted his claim in the most direct way possible.
Outside, the moonlight was blotted out by clouds. The bedroom held only stifled gasps, soft cries, and the man's obsessive whispers, repeated again and again.
"You are mine alone..."
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