The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

Lu Jinci stopped a few steps away from Song Yunqi.

The man glanced at the food on the table that had only been touched a few times, then his gaze shifted and settled on Song Yunqi's slightly haggard face.

I really underestimated you.

He gave a self-deprecating twitch at the corner of his mouth, raising his hand to touch the scabbed scar on his collar. It was left by a group of assassins of unknown origin, but fortunately, he was skilled enough to escape by sheer luck.

"You put on such a good show in Beijing, making a fool of me and Dad. Shen Chonglu was your accomplice, wasn't he? Otherwise, the Lu family wouldn't have fallen so quickly."

Song Yunqi sat motionless in the chair, her fingers unconsciously clenching the hem of her shirt as they rested on her knees.

"The victor is king, the loser is villain; Lu Jinci resigns."

The room was stuffy, but the young man was not bothered at all. He simply said, "You know in your heart what the Lu family has done."

"What a perfect example of 'the victor is king, the loser is villain'."

Lu Jinci suddenly bent down, placed his hands on the armrests on either side of his body, and leaned over him.

The sudden sense of oppression made Song Yunqi instinctively want to back away, but the back of the chair restricted her movements, forcing her to tilt her head back and meet the man's eyes, which were slightly red with anger.

"Now that you're in my hands, shouldn't you accept the reality that the victor is king and the loser is villain?"

The floral shirt, tinged with the strong smell of tobacco and the damp heat of sweat, wafted into Song Yunqi's nostrils, making her stomach churn.

He gritted his teeth and forced down the feeling of nausea. With a table in front of him to block the view, he took the opportunity to secretly protect his abdomen with his arms hanging by his sides.

Lu Jinci stared into his clear, indifferent eyes, and the hatred in her heart burned like wildfire, but she felt even more powerless and desperate.

Even now, even though this person has fallen into his hands and become a prisoner at his mercy, Song Yunxi still looks at him as if he were a pile of worthless trash.

There was no fear, no pleading, only contempt etched into their very bones.

"Do you know how much trouble I went through to get you here?"

The man's breathing was a little heavy. His gaze swept over Song Yunqi's forehead, which was covered with fine beads of sweat due to the heat, and slid down his long neck, stopping at the collar where two buttons were loosened.

"I never thought that bait from the mirage would catch you."

"What a pity, you still took the bait, all for Meng Zhaoyuan."

Upon hearing Meng Zhaoyuan's name, Song Yunqi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her expression finally changing, and her voice turned icy: "Where is Meng Zhaoyuan?"

"I don't know, maybe he's dead."

Lu Jinci waved his hand dismissively, looking down at him with a hint of satisfaction at his revenge.

"What's wrong? Feeling sorry for him?"

"Ha, anyone can get your attention, but not me. And you, in order to bring down the Lu family, didn't hesitate to provoke me and make me slap you."

Mentioning that slap, Lu Jinci's gaze lingered on Song Yunqi's left cheek for a moment. The redness and swelling there had long since subsided, and her skin was delicate and fair, glistening with a thin layer of sweat.

Lu Jinci reached out as if bewitched, pressing his rough palm against his cheek.

Song Yunqi turned her head to try to avoid him, but the man grabbed her chin with great force, making her jawbone ache.

"Don't touch me," the young man snapped coldly.

"Not touch you?"

Lu Jinci lowered his head and leaned close to his ear, his breath spraying onto the young man's sensitive earlobe, arousing a wave of shivering resistance.

"This is the Golden Triangle, my territory. No one can save you, not Shen Chonglu, and certainly not the police."

After speaking, he slid his fingers down Song Yunqi's jawline, the rough texture of his fingers lightly caressing her Adam's apple.

"You ruined me, caused my father to go to jail, and destroyed the Lu family's fortune. By all accounts, I should kill you to vent my anger."

Lu Jinci's voice suddenly lowered, like a lover's murmur, but his eyes were so cold that they had no warmth at all.

"But I can't bear to part with it."

"I'm going to lock you up here, hide you somewhere no one can find you, and you'll spend the rest of your life only able to look at me."

Song Yunxi struggled to turn her face away, resisting his touch.

The temperature in the room seemed to rise a few degrees, and the air was so thick that it was hard to breathe. He could feel the violence and desire rising in Lu Jinci's body.

That was an undisguised signal of predation unique to adults.

He wanted to violate him.

Song Yunxi instinctively sensed danger and instantly understood the other party's intentions. However, the situation was special. In the early stages of pregnancy, the fetus was not yet stable and could not withstand any disturbance. Any excessive physical conflict could lead to irreversible consequences.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"You went to all that trouble to bring me here just to spout this nonsense?"

"When did Young Master Lu become so sentimental? Shen Chonglu cut off most of your overseas financial chains, and you're probably struggling to keep this base running, aren't you?"

This sentence precisely hit Lu Jinci's sore spot.

His expression changed, and he tightened his grip on Song Yunqi's chin, pulling her up from the chair.

Song Yunxi was forced to stand up, and due to inertia, her body slammed solidly into the man's hard chest.

The loose white shirt and the floral shirt fabric rubbed against each other, making a soft rustling sound.

At this distance, he could feel Lu Jinci's taut muscles and rapidly heaving chest.

Lu Jinci held Song Yunqi tightly in his arms, one hand gripping her waist, trying to meld this body that he both hated and loved into his very bones.

"Don't try to intimidate me with Shen Chonglu!"

"Money can be earned back; the noodle business here is enough for me to turn things around."

"As long as you stay by my side obediently, I promise I won't make things difficult for you."

Song Yunxi felt a little breathless from his grip, especially the arm around her waist, which tightened its hold, causing her pain.

Fearing that Lu Jinci's movements might hurt his stomach, he dared not struggle violently, and could only use his hands to push against the other's shoulders, creating a tiny distance between them.

"Keep dreaming."

Lu Jinci was neither surprised nor angry by his rejection.

After all, Song Yunxi is just like that; she won't listen to either soft or hard approaches, and I'm used to it.

It doesn't matter how high and mighty Song Yunqi is, or how arrogant he is. It doesn't matter now. What matters is that he's in my hands and can't escape anymore.

The man lowered his head, his thin lips almost touching Song Yunqi's carotid artery, smelling the pulse that was pounding violently due to tension.

This illusion of controlling the other person's life and death gradually made his eyes deep and lingering.

"Yunqi, we have plenty of time. I will make you beg me willingly."

Lu Jinci bit hard on the edge of the young man's slender neck, leaving a deep red tooth mark and tasting a faint rusty flavor before letting go.

Song Yunqi's legs gave way and she fell back into her chair, raising her hand to cover her neck, her eyes filled with disgust and defensiveness.

The man tugged at his slightly disheveled clothes, the madness in his eyes lessening, and he regained his usual sinister and sickly demeanor.

He turned around, strode towards the door, and gave orders to the henchmen outside:

"Keep an eye on him. No one is allowed to step into the house without my permission."