Rumor has it that the young master has a hidden illness

The cold wind was like a knife, raging back and forth in the bedroom.

Lin Lulu tried her best to make it seem natural for her to say these words.

The ideal image of a wealthy widow should be: revelry tinged with melancholy, laughter masking sorrow, unrestrained, carefree, lonely, empty, and indifferent—grasping its essence firmly.

His carefree attitude completely enraged someone.

Grabbing her wrist, Jing Sichen stepped forward, his aura aggressive and forceful.

"Lin Lulu," he said, emphasizing each word, "Are you crazy?"

They actually said they wanted him to earn two million through physical labor?

If she's not insane, then she definitely doesn't want to live!

"What?" she giggled. "You think two million isn't enough? That's right! You probably think that if you cling to me tightly, you'll get more than just two million! But if you stick too close, I might not give you a single penny! Oh! I see! You're afraid you won't get the two million, aren't you? After all, uncle, pleasing me at your age isn't an easy task!"

As she spoke, she lifted his chin with her index finger, looking nonchalant.

If you look closely, you can see the dense trembling of her body.

That was caused by being too scared and nervous.

But he was already on the verge of collapse, his dark eyes filled with her playful smile, and he could no longer see those details.

He slapped the wall behind her ear, then pressed his chest against it, his chest heaving with anger, perfectly in sync with the rhythm of her chest.

With each breath, there was an intimate exchange between them, and the two thin layers of clothing seemed to be burning hot, creating layers of temptation.

"Are you sure?" His voice was forced out through clenched teeth, and the glint in his dark eyes sent a chill down one's spine. "How about we give it a try?"

She stared in shock, her eyes wide. She had thought that what she had said would embarrass him, that he would turn away in anger, and never see her again.

But how could he say such a thing?

What about his dignity?

What about his reputation?

Or is it that... in order to continue using her, all of this can be discarded?

But the show has already gone this far; if we stop now, all the groundwork we've laid will have been for nothing.

She simply couldn't believe he was really that willing to go all out!

"Want to try?" She gritted her teeth and climbed onto his neck, her teasing expression innocent. "Man, please me! If you can make me happy, five million won't be a problem! Anyway, Jing Sichen left me more money than I can spend."

A slight throbbing pain shot through his forehead, and he clenched his fists, his breath almost escaping through his teeth.

What kind of ungrateful child has he raised?

It's said that men become bad when they have money.

This woman, once she has money, becomes even worse than a man!

If she knew that all the money she took belonged to him, would she still dare to be so arrogant?

"You really think that?" His terrifying aura was forcibly suppressed, his face contorted with rage. "We've been through so much together, and you're planning to fob me off with five million?"

"Hahaha—" she laughed out loud, her posture languid and alluring, frankly expressing her disdain. "Look at your innocent face, anyone who didn't know better would think you've just fallen in love for the first time! You talk so passionately, but your body is very honest, pressing you tightly! You're such a beast! A real animal!"

This is a bolt from the blue.

He stared at her.

He was unable to speak.

He couldn't believe that he had been tricked by her, and by someone he thought would never betray him!

The Lin Lulu he knew was not like this at all.

What exactly happened?

Has she changed?

Or... did he never truly understand her?

His chaotic thoughts forced him to resort to subconscious actions to seek redemption.

He grabbed her lips, not wanting to hear anything from her that didn't match who she was, and kissed her fiercely.

They kissed a fair number of times, neither a lot nor a few.

But each time, she either remained completely unresponsive, or she reacted with fury and rage, resisting relentlessly.

Right now, however, she's actively going along with it.

The intertwining of lips and teeth produced fragmented whispers, which could drive one mad with ecstasy, or plunge one into hell.

The type of fire in my body is no longer distinguishable.

Damn weather!

Why is it so hot!

Even with the air conditioner set to the lowest temperature, it's still so hot that my mouth is dry and my throat is parched!

Reason resists.

If she's that kind of woman, then it's better to be rid of her!

But the body craves it intensely.

Her lips were sweet and delicious, soft like cotton candy, and carried the curse of poppies, making them irresistible and impossible to resist.

He closed his eyes and indulged his desires, devouring every inch of the woman in his kisses.

His kisses were both fiery and cold, full yet empty.

When his arms tightened around her, and her body was like a rag doll to be played with at his mercy, he finally stopped.

He thought that if he went too far, she would run away because she couldn't take it anymore.

That would prove that all of this was a pretense on her part.

But she didn't run away.

She lay there, staring at him with her large, amber eyes.

Those were the smiling eyes he loved so much.

At first glance, he felt that there was a world hidden inside, and he wanted to explore it.

His large hand lingered on her cheek. "Lin Lulu. No one in my life has ever made me admit defeat. Now, you've done it." His deep, menacing voice was tinged with an ambiguous ambiguity due to its hoarse tone.

Seeing his handsome face gradually turn ashen, even contorted and distorted, her heart ached, her pupils contracted, and when she closed her eyes and opened them again, her face was full of smiles.

Their laughter is extremely offensive.

He could no longer suppress the rising rage, and suddenly reached out to grab her delicate neck, tightening his grip. Looking at her pale face and the fear in her eyes, a strange calm rose within his raging heart.

"Innocent? Kind? Optimistic? Strong? Ha!" A surge of rage swept through him, his dark eyes burning with a cold, ruthless ruthlessness devoid of any warmth. "Want to be a rich widow? You'll have to ask me for permission first!"

He released his grip on her hand and raised his fist.

"Bang—"

It slammed against the wall, and I could almost hear the sound of bones breaking.

Catching her breath, she exclaimed in surprise, "Uncle!"

And he was filled with worry.

However, he didn't want to delve into it further.

Standing there, his chilling aura made people afraid to approach.

His thin lips parted coldly: "From today onwards, you're locked up in this villa. You're not allowed to go anywhere! No internet, no TV, no snacks, no games! You're just going to stay here. You won't see a single man! Not even a male ant will be allowed in! When you've thought things through, come kneeling before me and admit you were wrong, then I'll consider forgiving you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he left her behind.

"Uncle! Uncle, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door slammed shut.

Her channels of communication with the outside world were also shut down.