Chapter 170 Three Years of Grinding, the Body Remembers Its

a five-fingered mark was already visible on her skin."Didn't I tell you so Be good and suffer less.""I hate you!"She has mentioned this phrase many times today."Do as you please." He uttered three wo...Half an hour later, someone will come to help you design your hairstyle.

After he finished speaking, there was silence. The door closed quietly.

Staring at the closed door, Jian Tong clenched his fists tightly... Why had things come to this

Why, after so many things had happened, could he remain so calm

Why imprison her in this magnificent estate!

Now, Su Meng became her only way to connect with the outside world.

She sat listlessly by the window, overlooking most of the scenery in the manor. The two iron gates, which held such vivid memories, were flung open, allowing a work van to drive in.

A small crack opened in the window, followed by the sounds of a car engine, brakes screeching, and then the sputtering of the engine dying down. After that came the old butler's monotonous "Follow me." Jian Tong sat by the window, listening to these sounds, his mind almost picturing Xia Butler's emotionless face.

She suddenly turned around, got up and ran to the bedroom door, her finger tapped on the doorknob, "click" with a light sound, she opened the door and ran out.

She ran all the way, her memory filled with the image of his study... She ran towards the study, gasping for breath.

Bang!

The door slammed against the wall.

"Shen Xiujin, I'm not going!"

In the study, mist swirled. The man who was sitting in the study, smoking cigarette after cigarette, was startled by a loud crash as the door burst open. The burning tip of his cigarette wobbled precariously, but quickly returned to its usual indifference.

Dark, deep eyes fell on the woman at the door, watching as she gasped for breath: "You ran"

"Where are you coming from" he asked softly.

"I'm not going!" she stubbornly stared at him, refusing to answer his question, instead making her intentions even clearer.

"I ask you, did you run all the way from the room" With hawk-like eyes, he stared at the woman by the door, a hint of severity in his gaze.

Jian Tong didn't care at all. Whether he ran over or not, how he got there, what difference did it make Was it important

Now what matters is...

"I said! I don't want to go!"

"I'm asking you one last time, did you run all the way from the room" His eyes turned cold, staring straight at the woman by the door.

Smoke curled, this cold gaze shimmered in the mist, flashing with anger.

The woman at the door bit her lip, overwhelmed by the imposing aura emanating from the man behind the desk.

However, she remained incredibly stubborn, stubbornly clenching her lips and standing defiantly at the threshold of his study, refusing to yield. Her eyes were fixed on him with unwavering intensity.

My heart was pounding so fast, it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. My eyes were stinging with unshed tears, but I gritted my teeth and refused to speak, meeting his gaze with a defiant stare.

They stared at each other, their eyes wide. Suddenly, the man stood up, his tall frame striding purposefully toward the door.

Instinctively, Jian Tong took a half step back. The man was still the same as before… no, even more aggressive!

After taking half a step back, she seemed to realize something and wished she could slap herself. Why was she so impulsive Why did she come to provoke him

Turned around, and wanted to run.

A hand, steady and strong, pressed against her shoulders from behind. In her ear came that man's uniquely deep voice:

"Where do you think you're going"

She turned her head silently to the side, her meaning unmistakable.

The man chuckled silently, his lips barely moving. Suddenly, he moved his arm and lifted the woman in front of him, carrying her toward the bedroom.

As expected, at the bedroom door, the old butler was already waiting with a group of people, just about to push open the slightly ajar door.

"Master..." The old butler was the first to spot Shen Xiu Jin, his aged yet sharp gaze falling upon the person in Shen Xiu Jin's arms. His eyes flickered, a fleeting glint passing through them.

"Hmm." Shen Xiujin responded faintly, walking into the bedroom.

Without his order, no one would foolishly barge in under such circumstances. Naturally, no one would dare to turn around and leave on their own accord either.

A group of people were waiting outside the bedroom door. The door was wide open, but none of them dared to peek inside blatantly. Each one in this line of work was a shrewd individual. They knew who they could and couldn't provoke, and what they could and couldn't do. Everyone had their own internal compass.

Shen Xiujin tossed the person onto the big bed. Before Jian Tong could sit up, the mattress beneath her sank. She looked up and saw the man sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand raised to her left leg.

His face turned pale instantly, his eyes darting towards the door... So many people! He couldn't possibly want to...

At the thought of this possibility, Jian Tong's face turned pale with shock and he was about to kick out.

At that moment, the force gripping her ankle suddenly intensified. The man turned his head and looked at her, a warning glint in his eyes.

Jian Tong's heart skipped a beat, gritting his teeth and stopping the foot that wanted to kick him.

Shen Xiujin's long fingers grasped her ankle, slowly lifting her foot... This action! Jian Tong bit her lips tightly, her face drained of all color!

Shen Xiujin, if you want to humiliate me, then go ahead!

There were so many eyes outside... Jian Tong only felt at this moment, he wished he could just die. Or, tear the person in front of him to shreds!

She simply closed her eyes!

But those eyes, those scornful eyes, still lingered in her mind!

His whole body trembled and shook.

“Beg…” Three years in prison had cultivated a habit of opening one’s mouth to beg for mercy, seeking momentary relief from physical pain. At this moment, she instinctively wanted to beg again. The moment the word “beg” escaped her lips as a wisp of breath, she abruptly woke up!

Clenched the bedsheet under her with incredible stubbornness!

Once you say you don't ask, that means you don't ask!

Her body was still trembling violently. She knew that even if she could stubbornly refuse to beg for mercy and control her mind from becoming lowly,

Oh, this damn body!

But that damned body, scarred by three years in prison with the mark of "humble and lowly" upon it! She was horrified to discover that even if she tried her hardest to convince herself, "Lift your head up, don't be afraid, stand tall, it's nothing big,"

Even though she had tried countless times to convince herself, that damned torment from three years of imprisonment in the body remembered how to beg for mercy, how to be humble and despicable, all to gain a moment of peace. But she couldn't control it like she could her own mind!

Just like a vacuum cleaner robot, when it encounters an obstacle, it will start!

She can't control this already lowly body!

The only thing to do is bite your lips shut. By clamping down on your lips, you keep the pleas in your mouth from escaping.

She squeezed her eyes shut, letting him lift her legs higher and higher in the middle of the street, with all those onlookers watching from the doorway. even more stubbornly refusing to cooperate. In the stylist's eyes, Jian Tong was just a woman who had climbed onto Shen’s side and thought she had reached the top, acting unreasonably and making a fu...