Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“You b*stard! That was my most valued thing! I wanted to save it for my future husband!” Gu Qingxin’s tears finally fell. Her nose had turned a little red from her agitation, and her pink lips trembled slightly. “Why am I telling you this anyway? This means nothing to people like you who don’t have the slightest concept of chastity!”
“Woman, you’re asking for it!” Beiming Han yelled back at her.
A b*stard with no concept of chastity?
She insulted him for being dirty.
Beiming Han’s eyes flashed with murderous intent. The hand that had pinched her chin originally suddenly curled around her slender neck instead.
Gu Qingxin felt like her breath had instantly been taken away from her. She even heard her neck crack twice, and she did not doubt that the man in front of her would kill her.
Beiming Han lifted her until both of her feet were off the ground. There was not a trace of warmth in his dark eyes.
How dare this reckless woman challenge his limit over and over again? No one had ever gotten away with offending him.
Gu Qingxin’s face reddened and started to swell. Her throat burned and her chest was tight. Beiming Han could break her neck if he exerted just a little more strength.
The sight of the man before her slowly started to blur. At last, her head tilted weakly and she completely lost consciousness.
Boundless pain surrounded her.
There was so much pain.
Gu Qingxin wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt extremely heavy.
What happened to the idea of being liberated in death?
Why did everything hurt so much even after her death?
Finally, Gu Qingxin let out a pained cry. Her eyes slowly opened, her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings. She sat up abruptly, her body drenched in a cold sweat.
She lowered her head and discovered that she still wore her clothes. This must mean that she was still alive.
Gu Qingxin immediately lifted the blanket off of her and practically rolled out of bed. Without looking back, she ran out of the presidential suite in fear that she would get caught by the devil again.
It was not until she had entered the elevator did Gu Qingxin finally awaken from her nightmare. She curled up in the corner and gasped for breath.
There was a tingling pain in her lower abdomen, she felt like it had been pierced by needles. However, the strangest thing was that the rest of her body felt fine and even felt slightly cool.
When the elevator reached the ground floor, Gu Qingxin rushed out and ran straight to the revolving door without a care in the world. Her frantic actions attracted the attention of everyone in the lobby.
Gu Qingxin only breathed a sigh of relief once she had left the hotel safely without getting caught. She entered a cab that had just become available and fled.
Peng Pan, who had been hiding in the shadows, quickly snapped a few photos. She zoomed in on them, and dark marks could clearly be seen on Gu Qingxin’s neck.
She curled her lips in satisfaction. Her fingers scrolled down, and she frowned while she examined the dress Gu Qingxin wore, believing it to be a custom-made dress by a famous Italian designer brand.
The flames of jealousy in Peng Pan’s heart were ignited again. How could Gu Qingxin be so lucky every time? She had once again escaped the fate of getting violated by an ugly, fat, and repulsive pig.
If her dress was authentic, it was worth at least a few hundred thousand dollars. What kind of luck did this woman possess?
Peng Pan wanted to comfort herself by believing that Gu Qingxin’s dress was merely an imitation. However, she looked at the seven-star hotel in front of her and realized that the price of the cheapest room there was at least five digits. Why would anyone who can afford to stay here buy imitation products?
Peng Pang stared at the photos in her hands and raised her lips mockingly.
“Gu Qingxin, let’s see how much longer you can continue to be so arrogant. I will let the whole world come to see who you really are,” Peng Pang thought to herself maliciously.