's never been Jian Tong.Today, the past remains in our memories, while reality is no longer what it used to be.He remembered her after prison, her humiliation in front of everyone, and last night's ne...Meanwhile, East Emperor 28th Layer

In the en suite bathroom, the woman freshened up and stood before the mirror, a haze of confusion clouding her eyes... About the future, she was even more lost. The sudden return of "Only Love," which had never been part of her life plan, threw everything into disarray.

But… she didn't regret it!

Although grandpa doted on his granddaughter, he also had his own selfish motives. But she was grandpa's granddaughter, wasn't Jian Mo Bai also grandpa's grandson

Perhaps Grandpa did some things that weren't entirely impartial, but Jian Tong understood that beneath his fierce and intimidating exterior, there was also a measure of care.

Otherwise, there would be no 'Only Love'. If Grandpa truly only feared her and suspected she might threaten the future of the Jian family, he could have simply followed the unspoken rules of these wealthy circles – marry her off to someone else.

Before he passed away, grandpa held her hand and said, "Take good care of it."

Now, ‘Wei Ai’ was once again in her own hands… In an instant, the clouds in her eyes dispersed, fading away the confusion, adding a touch of determination. Perhaps, doing this would still ultimately disappoint her grandfather.

She closed her eyes. When she opened them again, a struggle flickered in her gaze. She walked with difficulty to the bathroom door. There was only a door separating her from what lay beyond, but it felt like a world apart. Stepping through that door meant there was no going back... No, when had she ever had a way to go back

With trembling hands, he grasped the doorknob, took a deep breath, and with a mighty heave, the door swung open.

As soon as I looked up, my gaze instinctively went to the flickering floor lamp by the window. Not surprisingly, that man was there, lounging on the small cowhide armchair, holding a book in his hand and gazing silently.

He seemed to particularly enjoy sitting on the leather sofa with a book in hand during her bath time, watching silently. Even if she hadn't understood the complicated past between them, and the fact that they owed each other a life, she would almost have had a ludicrous feeling—as if he sat there every day at this hour, reading quietly, simply to keep her company.

But… a hint of self-deprecation flashed in Jian Tong's eyes—don't be naive, the price of naiveté is being thrown into hell, and she was already in hell!

She knew her own body, trembling violently now... Tonight, it seemed something was about to happen.

What happened at the Jian family, her promise to him, just recently, she borrowed four billion from him. He asked: what did you borrow this four billion for And she made a promise: from now on, your command is my order.

Although she didn't know what she had left, she sold everything of herself to him.

"Mr.... Mr. Shen," she stammered, her voice trembling after a moment of thought. "I... I washed it clean."

I've washed it clean... You can take it.

Regardless of what came next, she found herself unable to utter the words.

You are such a despicable person! Jane, when you dream at midnight, will you feel sick and want to vomit at the thought of how low you have stooped

It's this very person who destroyed everything you had, dragging you down into the mire. He made you dirty, despicable, even hating him has become a luxury beyond your reach! And yet, here you are, groveling at his feet. You open your legs to him with such humiliation and ask, "Sir, I'm clean now. Would you be interested in me"

Nausea! Nausea!! Nausea!!!

Jane, you're disgustingly vile!

The woman on the bed gripped the sheets with her fingers, her gaze fixed on the man on the sofa. She strained to smile, forcing herself to show a pleasing expression to the languid man seated there. Unbeknownst to her, beneath her damp hair, her smile was as pale as a ghost!

The man on the sofa lifted his head from the book, his gaze first landing on her face, then slowly sliding down to her fingers tightly clutching the blanket before her chest. His dark eyes swept over her knuckles, white as if drained of blood, tracing the blue veins that stood out prominently on her pale handback. They moved again, settling once more on the woman's face, as white as a ghost.

His dark eyes narrowed slightly. Jian Tong on the bed, she didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt the temperature around her drop several degrees in an instant. She shivered unconsciously, her fingers gripping the quilt tightly, her fingertips turning white. She was too nervous to blink, staring intently at the man who seemed even more dangerous under the light: "Shen... Mr. Shen..." Yes, it was dangerous!

That man now exuded an aura of extreme danger. She didn't know what she had said wrong to anger him. To herself, she muttered: "Jian Tong, just endure it for a moment, just close your eyes."

"Mr. Shen, I, I've washed it clean," she said quickly for the second time. "Please rest assured, I won't take your four hundred million for nothing. Since I promised you, I am... willing!"

Those last four words, she almost gritted them out, squeezing them from between her teeth!

"Willingly" Under the light, a hint of barely perceptible anger mixed with the man's voice as he chuckled softly. "You tell me, willingly"

" ... Yes! "

Shen Xiujin's deep eyes stared at the woman on the bed. Watching as that word came out of her small mouth, the strings in his mind almost snapped. An indescribable anger surged up instantly, threatening to consume his reason!

"Willingly What does willingly mean Willingly…" being taken by me.

The man's angry voice, cut off abruptly! Reason, just a little bit, was about to completely shatter, at the last moment, it came back.

Holding the book in his hand, he slammed it shut. The sound of the book closing was no less than that of something being smashed. With a dull thud, “Bang!” the book closed. The man remained silent, his eyes fixed on the woman’s face lying on the bed.

His fingers pressed down on the book's surface, actually creating indentations in the hardcover edition as if they were molding it.

His eyes, deeper, more complex, more... incomprehensible to her!

He just stared at himself like that, but Jian Tong didn't know why, in this moment, he was more frightened than the first time he saw him after being released from prison.

Instinctively, he pulled the blankets up higher.

Suddenly!

The man on the sofa suddenly stood up.

Jian Tong's whole body shrank suddenly, "Mr. Shen, Mr. Shen." She looked up, her face trembling, but she raised her head and tried to give him a smile: "Mr. Shen...Mr. Shen, I, I'm ready."

The man strode towards the bedside, a pair of long legs coming into her view. He suddenly reached out and beckoned her over with a casual command: "Come here."

Jian Tong didn't know why, but under that deep gaze, she gritted her teeth and moved closer to him. The man reached over from a shelf beside him, took out a towel, and placed it over Jian Tong's eyes in front of her, with a gentle rub.

Got the hair dryer again.

When he was giving her a haircut, "In the future, don't sleep with wet hair anymore." The man's voice wasn't exactly gentle, but it was clear and calm. the anxiety deep within Jian Tong. 。"Dream sister, call quickly," 。He called upon all those under his command. 。"Don't be nervous, boss isn't as tough as you think. " 。In fact, Shen Xiujin's abili...