Oh no! Drunk last night, I accidentally wandered into my ex-boyfriend's room.

Lu Beiting's voice became as cold and ruthless as it had been yesterday. Although he was calling her "baby," his eyes looked like he wanted to kill her.

Lin Qian's heart skipped a beat, and her voice trembled slightly: "Who...whose call was that?"

Lu Beiting didn't answer, but held his phone and turned the screen around.

When Lin Qian saw those three words in the notes, she felt terrible.

it's over...

The phone kept ringing, like a series of death knells.

Lu Beiting didn't hang up or turn off his phone; he just stared at Lin Qian's reaction with a blank expression.

A moment later, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips, forcefully and irresistibly holding her waist.

"Um..." Lin Qian's eyes widened, wanting to speak, but her mouth was completely shut.

Lu Beiting's lips slowly parted slightly, his hot breath landing on her face. "Baby, don't eat yet, come with me again..."

Soon.

Lin Qian let out a muffled groan, her nose red, her eyes welling with tears, and her voice was pitiful, almost tearful:

"Lu Beiting..."

Her response was an even deeper kiss.

Lin Qian felt like a rag doll with a broken thread, being folded up haphazardly.

The phone went unanswered for a long time, then the other end finally canceled, and the noisy sounds around me disappeared.

Lin Qian's consciousness was somewhat hazy, and tears fell again. "My... my legs are numb..."

Perhaps it was because she looked too pitiful.

Lu Beiting softened slightly and gently wiped away her tears.

"Baby, let's stay like this forever, okay?"

"No, this is not good at all..." Lin Qian kept shaking her head.

She didn't understand why Lu Beiting had become like this. The once calm and collected person had suddenly become irritable and unreasonable.

They could have sat down and talked things out, and they could have resolved the issue in a gentler way, but he insisted on resorting to violence, even covering her mouth.

She repeated those explanations countless times, but Lu Beiting refused to listen. He kept brainwashing her, saying that Wen Shuyan was just a mistress.

Lin Qian's face was flushed, her breathing unsteady, and she stammered in rebuttal:

"But back then... you knew I had a boyfriend, even if it was fake, you still became the other woman..."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Lu Beiting suddenly laughed in anger, took a deep breath, buried his head in the crook of her neck, and said through gritted teeth:

"Yes, I admit I'm an immoral person, but he's not much better. He's not as upright and virtuous as you imagine, understand?"

"Um... I don't understand."

Just then, Lin Qian's phone rang again.

When Lu Beiting saw the familiar contact name, he couldn't hold back his anger this time and immediately slid to answer the call.

"Little sister Qianqian?" Wen Shuyan's clear yet worried voice came through.

"Why didn't you come to work today? Did something happen?"

Lin Qian was surprised that Lu Beiting actually swiped to answer the call!

She shuddered in fright and covered her mouth tightly with her hand, not wanting to make any strange noises that others might hear.

Lu Beiting glanced coldly at her panicked expression, holding his phone in one hand, his voice deep and resonant:

"She's not feeling well and needs to take two days off."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Clearly, Wen Shuyan hadn't expected that the person who answered the phone would be a man.

He seemed to realize something, but still tentatively asked, "May I ask who you are...?"

Lu Beiting declared his ownership in a deep voice, "I am Lin Qian's boyfriend."

"..."

The other party fell silent once again.

Lu Beiting gave a very light, cold laugh, hung up the phone decisively, turned off the phone, and tossed it aside.

On the other side, Wen Shuyan sat in his office, staring at the phone that had been hung up, a hint of obscurity and gloom flashing in his eyes.

He certainly didn't miss the other person's last, extremely faint, cold laugh.

It sounded like mockery, disdain, and a deliberate assertion of dominance.

Wen Shuyan put down his phone, looked out at the towering buildings, and felt a surge of resentment.

He's just an ordinary worker at the Platinum Group, why should he be given such a privilege?

What makes him worthy of being her boyfriend?

-

After the call ended, Lin Qian finally dared to open her mouth, letting out a labored breath, her eyes even redder.

"Lu Beiting..." Her voice was a little hoarse, "How could you do this..."

He answered her phone call without permission.

He even asked her for leave without her consent.

Lu Beiting's mood improved, and he became more gentle. "After this is over, let's go out for dinner, okay?"

Lin Qian did not answer.

She was too exhausted to even answer; all she wanted to do was sleep some more.

Lu Beiting kept his word. After taking Lin Qian to shower and brush her teeth, he had someone pack lunch from a high-end restaurant for her.

After dinner, Lin Qian drifted off to sleep, waking up around evening. After dinner and resting, she was pulled into bed by Lu Beiting again, and this cycle repeated itself...

They either eat and sleep or sleep and eat.

Of course, this "sleep" has two meanings.

Lin Qian was physically weak and felt dizzy and confused. Most of the time, she felt like a fragile leaf floating on the sea.

On the contrary, Lu Beiting's energy remained boundless, even while she was asleep, he was still holding online meetings on his tablet, concentrating intently, speaking clearly and logically, without a single mistake.

He also asked his assistant to postpone all of tomorrow's schedules.

The next morning.

Lin Qian really couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.

At first, Lu Beiting thought she was too sleepy to open her eyes. He pinched her soft face, lifted her eyelids, and saw that she was completely still. Only then did he realize that she was really not able to keep up.

The man's expression changed drastically. He immediately got out of bed and contacted the private hospital, "Get to Xifu Courtyard, and be quick!"

This time, a middle-aged female doctor with extensive experience came.

After completing the initial examination in the bedroom, the doctor looked at the marks on the woman's body, his expression changing repeatedly, and he hesitated to speak.

She actually wanted to yell at people, calling them "worse than animals."

But in the end, they changed to a more tactful way of saying it:

"This lady is physically exhausted, and her vagina is slightly torn, but the problem isn't too serious. She needs to apply ointment morning and night and take anti-inflammatory medication. She needs to recover properly. Mr. Lu, young people need to be restrained; you shouldn't have sex for at least a week to allow her to recover."

After saying this, the doctor left the medicine and quietly departed.

Only the two of them remained quietly inside the room.

Lu Beiting walked to the bedside and looked at the little figure on the bed.

Lin Qian was fast asleep with her eyes closed, her long, thick eyelashes casting a shadow under her eyes, and her breathing was very faint.

She became somewhat thinner and her complexion turned pale after returning from her business trip.

Tears smeared all over the pillow.

The ground was a complete mess, silently telling the story of the madness that had just occurred.

After silently tidying up the room, Lu Beiting once again turned his gaze to the numerous marks on the woman's skin.

The anger and jealousy that had been burning in my chest for days and nights seemed to vanish in an instant, as if I had been doused with a bucket of ice water.

Instead, a belated, intense sense of guilt and remorse arose.

He really went too far.

Lu Beiting swallowed hard, then silently walked to the entrance, where he happened to see the black gift box lying in the corner.

He walked over, bent down, and gently opened the gift box.

Two platinum rings lay quietly on a velvet cushion, understated yet luxurious, with a faint silver sheen.

It is a limited edition couple's ring.

The shopping list was in the bag, and the amount on it showed over ten thousand.

The money that Lu Beiting spent so casually was the salary that Lin Qian had saved up by scrimping and saving and working hard for two or three months.

There was another card folded in half, printed with a moon and little stars.

Opening the card, inside was a handwritten note by Lin Qian, the characters neat and beautiful, each stroke carefully executed.

Lu Beiting, you are my moon.

I hope we'll never be apart again.

Seeing these two lines of heartfelt sentences.

Lu Beiting suddenly froze.

It felt as if a heavy hammer was striking his heart repeatedly, relentlessly, leaving him utterly defeated...