Chapter Eighty-Nine: You Beg Me — a bonus update for those who sent tourmaline diamonds

Soon I had no strength left to beg, no strength left to think. I could only lie sprawled on the sofa, my face buried in it, and cry in ragged sobs.

I had struggled. I had fought. I had wanted to crawl out of the mire Luo Ange had thrown me into, wanted to wash the filth off myself and become that clean Yi Lanshan again.

I truly had tried, but fate was not kind to me. It would not give me another chance to begin anew.

My pitiful pleas only spurred him on all the more. My body began to go limp, my mind to blur.

Then came the trembling. Frenzied trembling. Trembling that filled me with shame.

A very long time later, Luo Ange tossed me onto the bed. I was naked, while he was untouched.

See? That was the difference between men and women.

All that talk about equality between the sexes, all that talk about the road of history being full of hardships and change, was nothing but bullshit.

I curled up on one side while Luo Ange smoked one cigarette after another, until Amu’s voice sounded from outside. “Young master, the young lady’s phone.”

Luo Ange pulled the blanket over me, then got out of bed and went out. Soon he came back with my phone and handed it to me.

I took it. It was Li Wanqiu calling. The moment I heard her voice, I held back my tears and only heard her shout, “Darling, I found Wang Keying’s place. Where are you? Hurry over.”

I sat bolt upright and looked at Luo Ange. He was looking back at me too, grinning like a complete pervert. “What, planning to run out naked?”

I knew this was no time to be stubborn. Right now, dealing with Xia Qi mattered more than pride.

Luo Ange was puffing on his cigarette. “Beg me.”

I swallowed my pride. “Luo Ange, I’m begging you. This is a real emergency.”

Halfway there, I suddenly remembered something very, very important and asked Luo Ange, “Where’s Brother Wu’s phone?”

He said nothing. Instead, Amu in the front handed back a phone. I hurriedly opened it, and sure enough there were videos and photos.

I quickly deleted them, secretly relieved that no one else had seen them.

Luo Ange gave a cold snort. “You think deleting them means they’re gone? Phones have backups.”

I instinctively asked, “Then what do we do?”

He took the phone, tapped a few times, then pried off the back cover, took out the memory card, lit it with a lighter, and threw it out the window. In the same motion, he tossed the phone after it too.

Only then did I relax. I let out a long breath and leaned back in the seat, thinking of the heart-stopping scene from that night, and asked again how Luo Ange had ended up there.

He seemed not the least bit interested in my question. Instead, he asked me, “Shu Congxuan is coming back the day after tomorrow. Have you made up your mind?”

I nodded. “He’s handsome and rich. Why would I pass up such a good opportunity?”

He didn’t get angry. Instead, he smiled at me, a smile so devastatingly beautiful it seemed almost alive with sensuality. “Yi Lanshan, don’t think that by clinging to him you can shake me off. Not to mention one Shu Congxuan, even the entire Shu family wouldn’t be worth my attention.”

A layer upon layer of desolation surged through me, as if my whole heart had been soaked in formalin. And yet I still smiled and said, “Luo Ange, do you take me for a fool? You can’t just recklessly destroy the people I care about.”

He nodded, as though very satisfied with my answer. “Mm. So Shu Congxuan is someone you care about. Didn’t expect you to be quite so affectionate.”

I smiled too. “You can’t possibly stay interested in my body forever. Someday you’ll grow tired of it, and when some man doesn’t mind me…”

I did not say the rest. I only looked out the window, hiding the fist I had clenched tight, and shouted silently in my heart: Luo Ange, just wait. When I’m strong enough to stand against you, I’ll kill you.

Just wait. That day will come.

But that lovely dream did not even last a second before he cruelly cut it short. “What, clenching your fist? Thinking about how to kill me one day?”

Damn it. Was that twisted freak a mind reader?

I put on a smiling face. He pinched my cheek and mercilessly cut me off. “Forget it, Yi Lanshan. With those pathetic little tricks of yours, you couldn’t even reach my pinky.”

I kept smiling, all sincerity and devotion. “Yes, yes, yes. Young Master Luo is absolutely right.”