Transmigrated into a lewd little pervert, the crazy boss's kiss made his legs weak.

Li Yaoyao was carried out of Cullinan by Qi Yuge, and they walked through the long corridor of the manor, down the stairs, and back to the basement that she knew all too well.

She was thrown onto the large bed covered with dark gray silk sheets.

The diary lay quietly beside the pillow, its cover still stained with the dried blood he had left the night before.

Qi Yuge stood by the bed and pushed the diary towards her.

His voice was hoarse and calm, as if he were stating a verdict that no further explanation was needed.

"Is there anything you need to explain?"

Li Yaoyao lowered her head, her gaze fixed on the diary.

She didn't need to turn the page; she remembered the contents of every single page.

She remained silent for a long time before speaking.

"no."

It's all true.

Every word written in the diary is true; she has no room for argument.

Qi Yuge's eyes reddened.

He reached out and lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him.

Those deep brown eyes were already brimming with tears, but they stubbornly refused to fall.

His voice was hoarse and trembling, as if he were making a final, death throes.

"As long as you say... that you, Li Yaoyao, like me now, and love me, I will forgive you."

"Let bygones be bygones."

"I keep my word."

Looking at his tear-filled eyes, Li Yaoyao felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

If she just nods, if she just says "I love you," this arrogant man will swallow all his pride and anger, kneel down and forgive all her deceptions.

But she can't.

She had already lied to him for so long; she couldn't keep begging for forgiveness with lies.

Tears silently slid down her cheeks, and she heard her own voice was very soft.

"The diary entries are all true. If it weren't for Shen Qiongluo, I would never have met you."

Qi Yuge's eyelashes trembled, and the tear that had been accumulating for a long time finally rolled down his cheek.

He stared at her for a long time, then slowly nodded, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

"Well done, Li Yaoyao."

"You're really something else. You must be ecstatic to see me get played like this, huh?"

"And what about Su Jinsheng?"

Li Yaoyao suddenly spoke, her voice transforming from a suppressed tremor into a burst of emotion.

"Didn't you hide anything from me about Su Jinsheng? Wasn't it you who drugged her?"

"...Is this the same idea you had when you drugged me with sleeping pills?"

"You know, after hearing about this, I was really terrified... Someone I trusted so much actually drugged me!"

"Do you want to treat me the way you treated Su Jinsheng?!"

Qi Yuge's eyes turned bloodshot from those words, and his hand trembled uncontrollably as he raised it.

Seeing his expression, Li Yaoyao immediately stood up from the bed and looked down at him.

"Qi Yuge! Are you going to hit me? Go ahead and kill me if you dare!"

She stood on the bed, looking down at him.

She poured out all the fear and doubt she had accumulated since arriving here.

Qi Yuge's hand trembled violently in the air.

Then he slapped himself hard.

Snapped.

The slap landed squarely on his face, the crisp sound echoing in the basement.

He kept his head down, his hands still pressed against his face, looking like a trapped beast that had been completely defeated.

When he looked up again, his eyes were red-rimmed, his eyelashes were soaked, and his voice was hoarse as if it had been crushed by sandpaper.

"...That's not how it is."

Qi Yuge raised his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with red veins.

"I fucking never gave birth to that thing for Su Jin."

"Someone gave me the medicine back then, saying that Su Jinsheng was shy and that it was just something to amuse her."

"But I've never had a relationship with her... never."

He took a deep breath, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"The medicine passed through my hands, but I definitely didn't put it in."

"Even if I, Qi Yuge, were to resort to any means necessary, I would never stoop to such a despicable tactic against a woman."

"My question can be explained."

He looked up at her, his eyes still wet, but his voice was low.

"But what about Yaoyao?"

Li Yaoyao lowered her eyes, avoiding his gaze.

She heard her own voice was soft and dry.

"I have nothing to say. Let me go."

"impossible."

Qi Yuge's tone suddenly turned cold. He stood up, grabbed her waist, and lifted her off the bed.

Before Li Yaoyao could react, he flipped her over like a rag doll, and she landed face down on his lap.

Her jeans hugged her full curves, and his long, slender fingers skillfully unscrewed the metal button, the zipper sliding down with a click.

Then he removed the cumbersome fabric, revealing the delicate, fair flesh underneath.

The large hand was raised.

He slapped it without any mercy.

The "snap" sound was crisp and powerful, yet it carried a certain deliberate restraint and precision.

Li Yaoyao bounced.

Pain and numbness surged from my tailbone all the way to the top of my head, and my mind exploded like fireworks.

Her face turned bright red, and she struggled while calling out in a soft voice.

"Wait...wait! Qi Yuge! Qi Yuge!"

She shouted in a high-pitched voice.

Qi Yuge sneered: "Settle accounts first, then you can act cute later."

Li Yaoyao's eyes reddened: "No...no! Qi Yuge, let...let's talk this over properly, okay!"

Qi Yuge continued his work, striking down again with a cold voice.

"Didn't Yao Yao just say that she had nothing to talk to me about?"

"No, no... I misspoke!"

"I can explain... I have more to say!"

She lay on the man's lap, her hair disheveled over her shoulders, her face flushed red, and her voice trembling with tears.

Qi Yuge's hand stopped in mid-air, his grip loosening slightly.

The action stopped.

Li Yaoyao immediately sprang off his leg like a slippery eel, quickly pulled up and buttoned her pants, her face so red it looked like it could bleed.

Her eyes were still wet with tears, and she felt both ashamed and angry.

Qi Yuge leaned against the headboard, took a cigarette from the pack and put it in his mouth, crossed his legs, and casually tossed the lighter onto the mattress next to her.

The silver metal shell bounced off the silk sheets and came to rest next to her knees.

He raised his chin, his voice hoarse and languid, as if he were putting a price on his last chance.

"Light it up. Then we'll talk."

Li Yaoyao looked down at the lighter and pursed her lips.

She reached out, her fingers slowly approaching the cold metal shell.

Then she suddenly grabbed the lighter and smashed it hard against his handsome, punchable face.

The silver metal shell traced a beautiful parabola in the air and struck him precisely on the forehead.

A muffled thud.

She didn't even have time to button her jeans before turning around and running towards the door.

Qi Yuge cursed and raised his hand to touch the bump that had immediately swelled up on his forehead.

He looked at the barefoot figure, pulling up his pants, running unsteadily, and sneered.

I got out of bed and took two big steps into the hallway.

Long, slender fingers precisely pinched the soft flesh at the back of her neck from behind, pulling her back.

"Why are you so disobedient, my little one?"

His voice was hoarse and dangerous, his lips pressed against her burning earlobe, his breath wet and hot.

Every word is laced with irritability and danger.

"Then don't blame me."