His movements were too big. When he got on the bed, a pair of knees hit her lower abdomen through the blanket. Ye Huanyan's expression changed drastically. She screamed and pushed him away with all her might. She grabbed the corner of the blanket and wrapped herself tightly, locking herself in the corner of the bed as she trembled.
"Don't touch me …"
The anger in Ling Han's eyes deepened. He pulled the blanket away from her and threw it on the ground. She turned around to escape, but he grabbed the back of the collar of her pajamas and lifted her back. Her hands were pinned behind her back, and she knelt on the edge of the bed shamefully.
She screamed, her eyes full of horror. "Ling Han, let go of me. I beg you. For the sake of the child, don't touch me. Don't touch me."
Before she could finish speaking, she felt a chill pass through her crotch. A cold wind blew. His other hand had already ripped off her pajamas, revealing her snow-white thighs and black underwear.
The impact of his senses made Ling Han lose his mind. Hearing her beg for mercy and hearing her mention the child, the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed. She heard the cold sound of a belt being unbuckled in the air, and the edge of her black underwear was torn to the crook of her leg.
Ye Huanyan struggled in horror and screamed, but she still couldn't stop him from humiliating her.
Not long after, he unbuttoned his pants and used his knees to open her legs. He knelt behind her, lifted her waist, and then violently penetrated her. There was no foreplay, and the dry friction caused a piercing pain to her flesh.
The tearing pain made Ye Huanyan's eyes widen. Her forehead was covered with fine cold sweat. When she was penetrated, her face was pale.
"Ah …"
Her shrill scream echoed throughout the room.
The man frowned and groaned. He gritted his teeth, and his eyes were burning with anger.
He took her again and again, running around behind her. He didn't use any technique. He was just rough and merciless, tormenting her body. She struggled and screamed, but there was no joy in it. She couldn't feel any warmth.
He flipped her body over and asked her condescendingly, "Is it me or Su Nianhua who can satisfy you in bed?"
Ye Huanyan stared at him in a daze. She opened her mouth a few times, but her throat was so hoarse that she couldn't make a sound. She wanted to explain, but he never listened. Finally, she slowly closed her eyes, tears falling from the corners of her eyes.
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Ling Han only thought that she was silently agreeing. The anger in his chest that had been suppressed with great difficulty suddenly surged up again. He squeezed her shoulder with one hand, almost crushing her bones, and roared, "Ye Huanyan, don't even think about a single cent of the Ling Family's assets. I won't allow that bastard in your stomach to exist either, so give up."
After saying this, he violently broke in again. The dry friction increased in frequency, and the pain of being dragged naked on the concrete floor spread all over her body.
Ye Huanyan screamed. Under his continuous thrusts, her face turned pale, and sweat poured down like rain. However, she couldn't break free from his shackles. She could only protect her stomach with all her might. Her skeleton was broken by his thrusts, but she didn't care about any of this, as long as the child was alive.
The empty look in her eyes made Ling Han feel humiliated. Was the child so important to her?
That unquenchable anger made him endlessly take her body all night long. He didn't know when he would be satisfied. For a moment, he even wanted to crush her and embed her into his own body.
Ye Huanyan screamed and struggled at the beginning, but in the end, she could only weakly hold her stomach and let him torment her. After that, the strange flush on her face faded away, leaving behind a pale white.
She opened her eyes, which were full of emptiness. She curled up by the bed, motionless.
Ling Han cleaned up the marks on his body. His upper body was naked, and he turned around to look at her. Her shoulder had his fingerprints, and her snow-white skin was covered with bruises and red marks.
When he turned around, he saw her trembling all over, looking at him in horror. Her eyes were full of fear, and other than fear, there was only despair.
Seeing her weak appearance, Ling Han had a strange feeling in his heart. It was as if he was annoyed, but also as if he was unwilling.
He couldn't describe the feeling, but when he saw her face, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He had never felt like this before.
In the end, he picked up the quilt on the ground and hurriedly covered her body. Then he pushed open the revolving door and walked into his room. He lit a cigarette and stood in front of the window, looking at the mountains in the distance. There was a trace of indescribable exhaustion between his eyebrows.
After Ling Han left, Ye Huanyan held her stomach. The swelling in her lower body was still coming in waves, making her feel unbearable pain. Her other hand held the quilt and couldn't stop trembling. Her eyes were full of tears, and she couldn't stop crying, soaking the pillow.
Outside the window, the night was dark. Some people trembled in fear until dawn, while others didn't sleep at all. Cigarette butts piled up in the glass ashtray by the window.
The sun had just risen from the east when the master bedroom door opened, and a tall figure walked out.
Ling Ling came back in the middle of the night. When she came back, she saw the garage door open and Ling Han's car. She didn't know why, but her intuition told her that something bad was going to happen. She immediately rushed into the house.
From the bedroom on the second floor came heart-wrenching screams and a lot of unbearable humiliation. Her hand holding the stairs couldn't help but tremble. She didn't have the courage to take another step.
Wasn't the child in Miss Ye's stomach Young Master's?
How was that possible?
Those shrill screams made her not dare to stay any longer. She quickly went back into the house and closed the door. She closed her eyes and stuffed herself under the quilt. She only dared to tell herself that it would be fine, that it would be fine.
The next morning, she put breakfast on the table and looked upstairs. She paced back and forth in the living room, full of hesitation.
A series of heavy footsteps came. She froze and looked upstairs.
"Young Master …" Her voice was trembling.
Ling Han looked at her and didn't say anything. He walked downstairs.
"Young Master, do you want to eat breakfast?" Ling Ling asked.
"No need, I still have work to do at the company."
After saying this, he walked out the door in large strides.
Ling Ling let out a sigh of relief, then turned and ran upstairs.
Ye Huanyan's house was a mess. A thin figure was lying on the bed with her back to the door. She was covered with a snow-white quilt. When Ling Ling saw her face, she panicked.
"Miss Ye …"
She called several times, but there was no response. She hurriedly touched her forehead.
It was very hot.
"Miss Ye …"
After calling a few more times, she lifted the quilt and found that there was a clear bloodstain on the quilt. It was spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Ling Ling immediately covered her mouth. She was so scared that her face turned pale.
Ling Han had just walked to the garage when he heard a shrill scream coming from the balcony.
"Young Master, Miss Ye is bleeding a lot."
He froze and the car keys slipped out of his hand.
"Pa!" They hit the ground.
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