Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 101 Wipe Away Your Tears

Her fingertips curled up as she clenched her palms tightly.

The bedroom was shrouded in cold silence and gloom.

The man, standing at 1.9 meters tall, was as upright as a pine tree, and the oppressive aura emanating from him made it hard to breathe.

Those eyes were deep, the pupils reflecting the light, unfathomable.

Shen Guining had never seen such an unfamiliar look in his eyes before, and her heart clenched.

After a moment of hesitation, she moved her lips and awkwardly said, "It's not what you think..."

Qu Yanci moved his feet, step by step approaching the bedside. "Didn't you say it yourself?"

Shen Guining felt a chill run down her spine, her voice trembling slightly, "Listen to my explanation, I did lie to you at first, I apologize, but later... later I didn't... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

She was so nervous that she became incoherent.

Qu Yanci stopped at the edge of the bed, looking down at her. He grabbed her chin with his thumb and forked her up, asking each word with piercing intensity: "Shen Guining, is affection so cheap in your eyes? Can you just play with it and trample on it at will?"

His aura was chilling, piercing to the bone.

To play with, to trample on—such sharp words.

Shen Guining's eyes reddened, and her nose stung with tears. "I'm sorry..."

Besides saying sorry, she didn't know what else to say.

The initial exploitation and deception were genuine, and she had no way to defend herself.

Qu Yanci tightened her grip, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "Now that you've achieved your goal and your ex-boyfriend is back, you don't need me anymore?"

Shen Guining's heart skipped a beat, and she stammered, "How...how did you know?"

Her mind was a mess, a jumble of thoughts.

Qu Yanci bent down to meet her gaze, "How many times have you met in private? Tell me."

Shen Guining winced in pain at the jaw, not having time to think, and hurriedly explained, "It only happened twice. I haven't contacted him privately. I've already made things clear with him..."

Qu Yanci sneered, "If you've made things clear, why are you still hugging?"

Shen Guining's breathing quickened. "He was drunk, and I couldn't push him away."

Why didn't you tell me the truth that time at the school gate?

"I thought I would never see him again..."

"I don't know how much of what you're saying is true and how much is false," Qu Yanci said coldly. "You really want to break up with me, right? Do you think I'm someone you can just play with?"

Meeting his cold, horrified eyes, Shen Guining's tears welled up and rolled down her cheeks. "No..."

Qu Yanci remained expressionless. "Wipe your tears away and save them for later."

Immediately, his strong and powerful body pressed down, grasped her wrist and held it above her head to imprison it, lowered his head, and his thin lips covered her lips, biting and nibbling, his tongue forcefully invading.

The movements were not as gentle as usual; they seemed more like an outburst of anger.

Shen Guining was forced to endure it, and soft sobs escaped her throat.

He ripped off her nightgown and threw it away without a second thought.

Soon, the watch, tie, shirt, and trousers were scattered haphazardly on the floor, creating a mess.

The scorching breath enveloped her.

The arm that was restrained at the waist had bulging veins and taut muscles.

I heard the sound of a packaging bag being torn open.

Shen Guining felt scared, but her body instinctively accepted him.

Qu Yanci was familiar with every sensitive spot on her body.

He used force to embed her into his body.

Shen Guining trembled, tears streaming down her face, her vision obscured by the mist.

The overhead light kept swaying in front of my eyes.

His sobs were uncontrollable and fragmented.

She bit her swollen lower lip and subconsciously scratched him, her beautiful nails drawing blood on his back, adding a touch of decadence and wildness.

Qu Yanci felt no pain, so he turned her over and made her turn away from him.

He whispered in the little girl's ear, speaking slowly and clearly, "Remember, who's messing with you now?"

Shen Guining's tear stains were smeared on the pillow.

The gray silk pillowcase has a darker rim.

The sounds of panting and sobbing mingled together, gradually subsiding only late into the night.

The little girl fell asleep from exhaustion, her eyes still damp. Her bare shoulders, exposed outside the blankets, were covered in purplish-blue hickeys.

Qu Yanci was wide awake, leaning against the headboard, gently stroking her cheek with his fingertips.

In her sleep, Shen Guining subconsciously flinched, avoiding his touch, "No..."

Her voice was hoarse and weak, and she looked aggrieved and pitiful.

Qu Yanci's movements froze, and he withdrew his hand.

A moment later, he threw off the covers, got up, put on his bathrobe, and left the bedroom.

Inside the study, that solitary figure stood by the French windows until dawn.

He smoked one cigarette after another.

As dawn broke on the horizon, his cool, aloof face was shrouded in the hazy light, his expression enigmatic.

Qu Yanci gave a self-deprecating twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Shen Guining's delicate and clear voice echoed in my ears on a loop.

—Because I like you, I want you to like me a little bit too.

—I miss you, Mr. Qu.

—I'm not kidding you.

I prefer people older than me.

—I only love you, Aci.

Ironically, he believed the lies again and again.

She never thought about having a future with him.

Even if she had feelings for him, they stemmed from guilt.

Her pure affection and love were only given to her first love.

Qu Yanci, Qu Yanci, even you have such a pathetic moment, being completely outmaneuvered by a little girl who is only eight years old.
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Shen Guining woke up exhausted, and in the dim light, there was no one by the bedside.

She sat up, wrapped in the blanket, pulling on her thigh, causing muscle aches and pains.

Last night, it was the most unfamiliar Mr. Qu she had ever met.

Shedding that refined and composed demeanor, they aggressively demand things.

She was in the wrong first, so she would accept whatever he wanted to do to her.

But I still feel wronged.

Mr. Qu had never been so fierce before; he must be utterly disappointed in her, and perhaps even disgusted.

She has a history of lying, and he will never believe her again.

There was someone outside the living room, but the footsteps didn't sound like Qu Yanci.

Shen Guining got out of bed, found some clothes to put on, and went outside to take a look.

The other person was a woman in her thirties, dressed simply and appropriately, with a capable demeanor.

“Miss Shen, you’re awake.” She introduced herself, “I was asked by Mr. Qu to take care of you. My name is Daisy. Please feel free to tell me what you need.”

Shen Guining nodded in response, "...And him?"

“Mr. Qu is back in Beijing on official business,” Daisy gently reminded him. “Ms. Shen, it’s already past 12:10. Why don’t you have lunch first?”

Shen Guining refused, "I'm not eating, I want to go back."

Daisy relayed, "Mr. Qu said that you should rest here today."

Shen Guining frowned. "What do you mean? You're not letting me leave? I have a dog, I can't leave it at home alone."

Daisy said, "Mr. Qu has already sent someone to pick him up, and he should be here soon."

Shen Guining didn't understand what Qu Yanci meant, and didn't dare to call him to ask.

Forget it, let it be how it is with love.

Ruby was brought over half an hour later.

Shen Guining had just finished eating.

The little guy excitedly rushed over to her as soon as he saw her.

Shen Guining bent down and rubbed its head. "I don't have the energy to play with you today. You can play by yourself for a while."

Daisy proactively asked, "Ms. Shen, are you feeling unwell? Would you like me to give you a massage?"

PS: The story and character settings were set from the beginning. There is no torture for the sake of torture. Several foreshadowing elements were present at the beginning. It's hard not to be angry when you hear those words from the male protagonist's perspective. Moreover, he has the domineering nature of a superior in his bones. However, no matter how arrogant he is, he still has to bow his head.