Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Contrary Little Wildcat – For the Dance? A Special Bonus

I buried my face in the sheets, sobbing, “Do you have any idea how miserable I felt, waking up to find Du Fanchuan lying next to me? I loved him for five years, yet he abandoned me without a second thought for Yi Huayang. You made him sleep beside me—did you ever consider how I would feel?”

His fingers trailed gently down my back, and when they reached my waist, he leaned over, wrapped me in his arms, and said, “Had I known you hated him so much, I would have…”

Between hiccupping sobs, I cut him off, “I hate you even more.”

He chuckled, a teasing glint in his voice, “Such a little wildcat—saying the opposite of what you mean.”

I said nothing, trying to steady my breath as he stroked my hair. “I left my cufflinks in your bedroom on purpose. As expected, you fell for the bait and came looking for evidence all by yourself.”

So it was all his scheme. I’d walked right into the trap he’d so carefully laid. All my supposed intelligence and emotional savvy—what a waste. How could I have so willingly delivered myself into the lion’s den?

A knock sounded from outside, the butler’s voice carrying through the door, “Young master, are you awake? There are guests at home.”

I struggled to get up, but Luo Ange held me down, smoothing my half-dry hair to one side and pressing his forehead to mine. “Just lie here. I’ll get you some clothes.”

Awkwardly, I retorted, “I don’t want them.”

He bit my lip lightly, “I don’t mind if you wear nothing at all, but only I get to look.”

Annoyed, I bit his chin in return. He let go with a pained laugh, got out of bed, and left the room.

He soon returned with a paper bag, pulling out a dress for me, along with underwear.

The bold color of the outfit made me blush, but I had no choice but to put it on. He was still standing there, clearly with no intention of leaving. I couldn’t help but ask, “What are you staring at?”

After a few seconds, he patted my head, “Alright, alright. I’ll go wash up. You change quickly.”

He went into the bathroom. I changed clothes at a snail’s pace, and as I got out of bed, I heard a crack as if all the bones in my body had come undone.

You pervert—just wait until you fall into my hands. I’ll sell you to Dongguan and let you know what it feels like to be used.

I took my phone out of my bag and realized it was off. Who knew if Xia Qi and the others had tried calling me.

Squatting on the floor, I slowly gathered my things. The bathroom door opened, and Luo Ange appeared, bare-chested. “Aren’t you coming?”

I walked over barefoot, but he blocked the doorway with his arm, not letting me in.

Anger flared. I punched him in the lower abdomen.

Perhaps I’d aimed too low. He clutched his groin and cried out, “Yi Lanshan, are you trying to kill me?”

I shoved him aside and walked in. “Serves you right—maybe this way you won’t go around harming other girls.”

He followed me in, handing me a toothbrush with toothpaste already squeezed out. “Maybe I’m not harming them—maybe they’re begging me to.”

Mouth full of foam, I muttered through the brushing, “You think everyone’s as shameless as you?”

He just laughed, not rising to the bait. Suddenly, I noticed something odd: there was only one toothbrush here—mine.

Seeing my suspicion, that pervert grinned. “It’s my toothbrush.”

I nearly jumped out of my skin. After all the ways you’ve tormented me, would it kill you to get me a new toothbrush?

I rinsed my mouth quickly, tossed the toothbrush on the counter, and wiped my lips, glaring at him with disgust.

He lifted my chin with a wicked grin, his lips claiming mine. I tried to fight him off, but I was too weak to resist. The more I struggled, the more unruly he became, pinning me against the wall, taking full advantage.

“Don’t tempt me—I have very little self-control,” he whispered, the threat blatant. I could feel something changing in his body, and terror rooted me to the spot. I didn’t dare move as he indulged himself.

When we finally made it downstairs, I saw Mu Ying in the living room, still wearing her mask. She paused when she saw me, then smiled knowingly. “You little rascal. I was wondering why you were still in bed so late—turns out a night of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold.”