Chapter 132: Mr. Shen, Don't You Want Me?
proud, energetic Miss Jian. 。Tiptoeing, Jian Tong's pale lips trembled as she leaned towards the black-clad bodyguard before her...Losing her first kiss wouldn't take away a piece of flesh, but with...“What on earth do you want!” Jian Tong clenched her fists tightly. What did this person want from her, “Mr. Shen, look clearly! Look carefully! Is there anything left on my body that requires such a grand spectacle from someone as important as you!”
"You say it! Just tell me, and I'll give you anything!" He inexplicably barged into her life again. "President Shen! I'm not that Jian Tong anymore! You need to understand that!"
"I truly can't fathom it. What could possibly motivate someone of your stature, who commands such respect from all, to go to such lengths just to deal with me What exactly do you see in me"
From yesterday to now, I was dragged to that bull** party by Wei Sishan, and in that **ty house, I saw someone who shouldn't have been there—Xiao Heng!
Xiao Heng's blade had just plunged in when, before it could be withdrawn, her blood relative brother followed suit with a second thrust!
Then what Then this man, inexplicably appeared in front of her, with a series of inexplicable actions. She couldn't understand them, nor did she want to.
Even if she's treated like an animal, even if they treat her like livestock... at least let her catch her breath. Even a butcher slaughtering cattle wouldn't stab them with one blade and before pulling it out, already plunge another in... It's already chaotic enough!
It's a mess!
Shen Xiuqin, why are you making trouble again!
Scold me, hit me, despise me, mock me! Just don't randomly barge into my life... please!
Please, just stop tormenting me... That's enough! Enough!
She lowered her head, her voice raspy and suppressed, a light chuckle suddenly coming from her chest: "Mr. Shen, after much thought, all I have left is this wretched flesh... If Mr. Shen doesn't mind, you can take it."
It doesn't matter, the soul is dead, what use is this stinking flesh
Slowly raising her head, she slowly looked across, and slowly raised her hand. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. "Rip!" A tearing sound echoed, and she stood before Shen Xiujin, undressing herself in front of everyone.
Shen Xiujin's heart ached, wanting to step forward and stop her, but the moment his gaze met hers, he felt rooted to the spot, unable to move.
One by one, in front of him, her clothes gradually disappeared, revealing a body that was truly thin. She didn't cry, not even a tear in her eyes, but she had a numbness that didn't belong to someone her age. "Mr. Shen, take a good look. What else on my body do you find interesting Take it all. I'm just sorry, this stinking skin is incomplete, missing a kidney."
Shen Xiujin's gaze was fixed on Jian Tong's eyes. He not only couldn't move his feet, but he also couldn't take his eyes off her. Until she said, "I'm missing a kidney," his gaze faltered and shifted inch by inch downward, landing on her left waist.
"Stop playing around, take whatever you want, after you're done, don't come bothering me again." She closed her eyes numbly, with the expression of someone ready to be picked clean... She told herself: it doesn't matter.
Tap, tap, tap... the footsteps were getting closer. The person stood before him. Even with his eyes closed, Jian Tong could sense it clearly. He stiffened and gritted his teeth.
Something was covering her body, and she trembled, opening her eyes to silently scan the suit jacket draped over her.
She raised her head again, looking at him. In her eyes was not gratitude, but a deeper despair... Knowing this person as she did, what could possibly have driven him to go through such elaborate lengths, to play this game with her
She slowly lifted her head, then lowered it again quietly. She repeated this three times, and finally, with a sudden burst of courage, she gritted her teeth and reached out her hand without blinking an eye. She wrapped her arms around the man's neck. At that moment, she was trembling.
"General Shen, don't you want me" The words left her lips, and her neck flushed crimson. A wave of indescribable shame washed over her heart. This phrase... she had once heard it uttered by another woman to a middle-aged man in a VIP room.
She was alone, yet she couldn't imitate the alluring smirk of that woman with her red lips... But to her, it was more painful than kneeling.
Shen Xiujin's pupils contracted slightly, his throat moved involuntarily. He also clearly felt the sudden heat in his lower abdomen. He cursed inwardly, "Damn it," but he kept a cool facade as he pulled Jian Tong away from him. Then, with his slender fingers, he buttoned his shirt meticulously, one by one, and spoke in a calm tone: "Five minutes have passed. You only have ten minutes left to pack your belongings."
Jian Tong was stunned, her pupils lost in confusion: "Why... all that's left of me is this body. But why" Why was she so proactive, yet he pushed her away
She couldn't figure out what else she could possibly give him. If it wasn't this body, what was it that he truly wanted...
She stood rooted to the spot, lost in a daze for a full ten minutes.
The man beside her didn't urge her either.
"Time's up." With only that sentence, Shen Xiujin reached out and pulled Jian Tong into his arms. The next moment, his arm moved lower, encircling her waist tightly, forcefully taking her out the door.
Suddenly, Jian Tong woke up from her daze, her face paling as she struggled: "I won't go, Mr. Shen, I won't go, okay I'm fine living alone, really. Please, I don't want to move."
She clung to him, refusing to leave. But what could a woman's meager strength do against a man
When her pleas fell on deaf ears, she grew furious and berated him: "Shen Xiujin! This is tyranny! This is a forceful intrusion! This is kidnapping! You'll be imprisoned!"
Before she could finish speaking, a phone was handed to her face: "Take this, call the police."
He used every trick in the book, begged for mercy, acted humble, even insulted him, but he remained unfazed... This man is terrifyingly rational!
"What do you want, after all" After using every trick in the book, and none of them working, Jian Tong felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness. Finally, he hung his head, utterly dejected and with a voice devoid of its usual rough strength – there was no pleading anymore, nor any anger, only infinite despair... "Shen Xiu Jin...I'm so tired. Please..."
Please forgive me.
She was utterly exhausted, despair overwhelming her. It felt as if she were locked in a dark room, shrouded in blackness with no light to be seen. She had no idea what was inside the room, or even what surrounded her.
At this moment, Shen Xiujin filled her with such fear.
The iron arm that bound her waist trembled imperceptibly... For her words, "I'm so tired, please..."
She didn't say what she was asking of him, but he knew exactly what it was.
He shook his head. "No." The moment he realized he had fallen for her, he couldn't let go, allowing himself to be consumed by her presence.
He just didn't understand at this moment. The sand slipped through his fingers the tighter he squeezed. Perhaps he understood this truth, but subconsciously, he believed that Jian Tong should be his, Shen Xiuqin's.ngers dug into her palm, almost tearing the flesh. Suddenly, Jian Tong raised her head, her eyes fixed on Bai Yuxing, and asked:"Bai Yu Xing, if I said that Xia Wei Ming's death had nothing to do with...