"What's wrong with the fourth brother?" he asked casually, taking a sip of coffee. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the top three, bathed in the morning sunlight, making his striking features and handsome appearance even more striking.
When he got up to get his clothes in the morning, he remembered that she had said he looked good in a white shirt yesterday. He paused for a moment, then smiled gently and chose to wear a white shirt.
“No… I mean… I want to find a job myself.” She felt a little guilty. When she didn’t hear his reply, she finally mustered up her courage and said, “Feifan, I… I want to live independently, not relying on Siji, not relying on you, to find a job, support myself, like an ordinary person, not like this.”
"How are things now?" Liang Feifan put down his knife and fork and asked coldly, "You're living with me now. What, you've found a job and want to move out?"
Gu Yan lowered her head and thought for a long time before raising her head to look at him and nodding solemnly.
Liang Feifan simply stared at her coldly, his gaze shifting repeatedly, brewing a storm.
"Sir, your phone is ringing..."
"Get out!" Liang Feifan's voice was icy, which frightened the servant into stumbling away.
"Want to be independent? Want to find a job? Want to move out? What else?" Liang Feifan stood up, his eyes and brows filled with coldness, his voice chilling to the bone.
Gu Yan looked at him, puzzled. What else?
"Do you want to start all over again with Fang Yicheng, sweetly returning to when you were seventeen or eighteen, and rekindle your romance?" He gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white, staring intently at her, veins bulging, on the verge of a fit of rage.
"No!" Gu Yan stood up as well, glaring back at him. "I just don't want to be a useless person anymore, doing nothing all day. Liang Feifan, I also want to have my own life, instead of living in your world forever!"
"Haha," Liang Feifan laughed angrily, "Wrong! Gu Yan, you live in your own world forever! You don't look at anyone, you don't care about anyone, everyone around you is just a stage, everyone is a puppet, and you still say that you want to have your own life, but in your life, there is only you!"
"Liang Feifan!" Gu Yan retorted angrily, "If I only lived in my own world, I wouldn't need your permission to find a job and be independent!"
"So you've come to ask for my permission? Fine! I don't agree!" he sneered.
"You!" Gu Yan was so angry that her face turned red. She was speechless and couldn't move. She threw down the cups and plates in front of her and turned to walk out.
Liang Feifan grabbed her and said, "From now on, you are not allowed to go anywhere without my permission!" He then shoved her hard onto the sofa, glared at her for a long time with a gloomy expression, and left.
She was placed under house arrest.
People were guarding the house. Familiar faces who usually greeted her with trepidation were now expressionless and unyielding. Ji Si and the others' phones were all out of service; she thought that even if she contacted them, it would only cause more trouble. After much hesitation, she called Gu Mingzhu, who replied crisply, "Are you out of your mind? Who is Liang Feifan? Even if I were the King of Heaven, I couldn't possibly rescue someone from him."
"sister--"
"Look, there's only one person who can help you. Liang Feifan listens to her every word. He'd even launch a missile to bring the moon back to her if she wanted it."
"kindness?"
"That person's name is Gu Yan. You know how to contact her, right? Okay, I'm very busy, don't bother me."
The call was abruptly ended.
Gu Yan was stunned. She wanted the moon? Why was finding a job such a fuss?
The more I think about it, the more depressed I feel. I'm almost thirty, and I don't even have this much freedom anymore!
tool
Liang Feifan truly wished that Gu Yan wanted the moon in the sky.
The phone kept ringing at home, and Miss Yan started smashing things. Miss Yan found a rope and climbed down from the second floor. Miss Yan yelled at the security guard at the door. Miss Yan set the kitchen on fire…
Liang Feifan hardened his heart and sent another group of people. As long as she wasn't injured, he wouldn't let her cause any trouble.
Fang Yicheng has calmed down a bit these past two days. Liang Feifan laughed mockingly. No matter how much they fight, the Fang family's foundation is ultimately in politics. As for business, the Liang family has been running the business for generations. Since he took over the family business, the Liang family's businesses have basically been laundered. But the empire that Liang Feifan built in his youth is still there. In both the legitimate and criminal worlds, how could he let Fang Yicheng get away with it!
That little woman is just annoying; she doesn't listen to either side of the law.
Liang Feifan did not return for three days.
Gu Yan felt a desperate despair, like a trapped animal. She realized that no matter how gentle and kind he was, he could be ruthless and inconsiderate when he turned on her. What about the future? What if she grew old and no longer pleased him? Would he just lock her up and leave her alone? What would she do then, having nothing left?
She stopped eating.
Perhaps she also vaguely knew in her heart that it was because he doted on her.
Before a full day had passed, Liang Feifan appeared that very evening, his face ashen and his tightly pursed lips indicating his extreme anger.
"Get up and eat."
Silence.
"You really want to leave me that badly?" His eyes twitched, and he roughly grabbed her and shook her violently.
Silence.
"Believe it or not, I'll twist Fang Yicheng's head off and bring it to you right now," he said menacingly, each word distinct in his voice as he spoke in her ear.
It's Fang Yicheng again!
Gu Yan finally opened her eyes.
"Is that all you've got, threatening a woman?" she replied, word by word.
He narrowed his eyes, his whole body radiating a chilling aura of fury.
"I still have special feelings for Fang Yicheng, but can you completely forget your first love? If I still love him, I wouldn't be with you. With your constant suspicion, you might as well kill me, burn me to ashes, and keep me with you. Anyway, all you want is to possess me."
Gu Yan lay quietly, speaking calmly without even glancing at him.
"I just want to have you all to myself? Is that how you see me?" Despair swept over his eyes.
"What else? Ha, a tool for sexual release?"
"Tools?" Liang Feifan laughed coldly. "Gu Yan, you have no heart!"
He uttered those words slowly and deliberately, his tone so soft that it frightened Gu Yan.
"Ah..." Gu Yan was lifted up by him and felt his powerful anger. She screamed and was dragged to the bedroom by him.
Liang Feifan threw her heavily onto the bed, pinned her down, and used his large hands to tear her pants into strips from top to bottom, which were then thrown off the bed.
"Uh..." Gu Yan only had time to let out a muffled groan before he rushed in. His overwhelming rage made him harder and larger than usual, and Gu Yan couldn't bear the dry, intense friction, so she cried.
"Keep the liquid moist down there." Liang Feifan looked down at her with a cold, godlike expression, his tone slightly mocking.
Her body was already familiar with this man, and after a few thrusts, she was slightly wet. He disregarded any technique, pressing down on her, spreading her legs wide, and thrusting in and out recklessly. The intense friction was too much for either of them, and soon Liang Feifan leaned down, his lower body moving rapidly in and out a few times before he ejaculated. Gu Yan, used to his slow and methodical service, was now gritting her teeth and suppressing her moans, but as his hot fluid sprayed out, a delicate, melodious cry escaped her lips, her thighs involuntarily wrapping tightly around his waist, trembling as she reached her climax.
He pressed his face close to hers, watching her ecstatic expression as she reached her climax. Once she regained some clarity, he coldly chuckled and asked, "Was it good?"
She was startled and opened her eyes; he would never use such vulgar words with her.
"There's something even more amazing."
He ruthlessly pried her limbs off him, pulled out his half-erect desire, and sat on her upper body.
He cupped her snow-white, soft breasts in his large hands and squeezed them together, creating a deep cleavage. His desire penetrated from below, and he enjoyed the delicate, tender flesh of her breasts, moving up and down.
Gu Yan turned her head away and cried. Ever since he hurt her last time, he had never let her try these things. "I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and will hurt you." Once, when she slid down to his lower body, he pulled her up and kissed her gently, saying this to her.
Now, he was ravaging her breasts like a beast, growling softly, his sticky male fluid spraying all over her face.
He got off her and saw her swollen lips trembling slightly; she was crying! Liang Feifan's heart clenched. Why was she crying?
The white patches on her rosy face aroused him, and it wasn't long before he pounced on her again, pushing her slightly to the side. He knelt on either side of her left leg, lifted her right thigh, and in that half-side, half-lying position, his hard desire thrust into her wet, warm body.
Without any skill or tenderness, he was simply venting his anger. His lower body slammed into her heavily, his mouth biting the snow-white flesh of her right thigh, until she climaxed while convulsing and crying out in pain.
That night, she fully experienced the Liang Feifan that others had described: brutal, ruthless, and cold-blooded.
As dawn broke, he squinted and, pulling at her black hair, forcefully thrust in and out of her warm little mouth. With a final tremor, he tilted his head back, paused for a few seconds, pulled out, and threw her onto the floor.
She collapsed limply, her mouth full of choking liquid, but she didn't even have the strength to cough. The cloudy white liquid flowed down from her legs and meandered to the floor. Her body was covered with light purple hickeys and teeth marks, and the dried white liquid was congealed in puddles on her hair, face, and chest.
Liang Feifan lifted her white panties, casually wiped his desire a few times, and then tossed them onto her tattered body.
After he finished dressing and washing up, he stood impeccably in front of her, squatted down, pinched her chin, and stared into her lifeless eyes. "A woman treated like this is a tool for sexual gratification, understand? Do you deserve it?"
Her tears fell slowly, dripping onto his heart. Liang Feifan felt as if half of his heart was being corroded, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak for a moment.
“I was too stupid and stubborn before, and I held you back. As for repaying me, hmph, you gave me a good time last night, so consider it an exchange for the good I’ve done for you over the past seven years, although,” he laughed self-deprecatingly, “it’s a bit pricey. Now, we’re even. When you’re strong enough, you can leave. Go wherever you want, with whomever you want.” He put his hands in his pockets, finished speaking coldly, and left the room.
independent
Ji Nan knew something was wrong when he was suddenly sent to South America for inspection. Who would drag someone out of bed and throw them onto a private plane to inspect work that had nothing to do with him?
After several days of searching, he returned home but couldn't get in touch with Gu Yan no matter what he tried.
I received a call from my boss around noon, asking me to pick her up. I rushed over, and she looked haggard, her eyes filled with sadness. She was wearing long sleeves and trousers, but the scars on her wrists and neck couldn't be hidden.
Did the boss really go that far?
It's over, the sky is falling, their good days are over.
"Come to my place?"
"No, find a real estate agent, a one-bedroom apartment, within the Third Ring Road, around three thousand a month." Gu Yan leaned wearily against the back of the chair, her face pale, looking like she might faint at any moment, but she stubbornly refused to close her eyes and rest. Right now, immediately, she wanted a place of her own.
Ji Nan parked the car on the side of the road, made a few phone calls to give instructions, and saw her eyes unfocused yet stubbornly staring ahead, "Uh..."
"Don't talk to me, Siji, don't talk to me."
Ji Nan fell silent.
They soon found a place—a simple one-bedroom apartment, quite cozy. Ji Nan bought some necessities for her, and seeing her lying lifelessly on the mattress, he didn't ask what was wrong. He knew that was just how she was; she kept things she didn't want to face inside her shell, avoiding them.
Ji Nan quietly closed the door and left. A little while later, the little turtle lying there finally cried out.
Tears flowed like a river.
Finding a job wasn't difficult; after all, she graduated with a degree in foreign languages, a practical skill. She wasn't picky, and signed a contract on the spot at the third company she interviewed with.
This software company mainly imports, modifies, and promotes online games, while Gu Yan is responsible for the daily translation of some documents.
There were four people in the translation area. The team leader, Sister Chen, was over forty years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. She was a typical northern woman, cheerful and generous, and took good care of Gu Yan.
But it's said that Sister Chen is a lesbian.
There was also a girl named Qin Sang, who was very pretty and quiet. It was said that her boyfriend was a handsome young man with a very impressive background.
Those items were supposedly from a girl named Xiao Mo, who was quirky and incredibly outgoing. She'd become friends with Gu Yan in just one morning, gossiping away enthusiastically. She even tugged at Gu Yan's skirt, praising it endlessly and insisting on knowing where she'd bought it.
Gu Yan smiled absentmindedly. The Liang family had a design department that was specifically responsible for designing all her clothes, so there was only one set in the world.
You can't buy it anywhere.