I lay on the cold floor, my clothes already tattered.

The man on the sofa saw me open my eyes and walked over slowly.

"Tsk tsk, Lu Zhiheng is quite generous." He sneered, blowing smoke rings in my face.

I struggled to stand up, but he stepped on my hand.

"I say, Miss Su, you might as well stay by my side, since you are already mine."

I endured the intense pain, slowly pulling my hand out from under his foot.

He smirked lewdly, bending down to pinch my chin: "Interesting."

I spat a mouthful of blood on his face.

He instantly became furious, dragging my body and pressing me against the wall:

"Don't act all high and mighty, everyone in the capital knows that Lu Zhiheng likes Shen Leyun. You, as his fiancée, are just for show. It's your good fortune that I'm taking you in now."

His grip grew stronger.

I gradually couldn't breathe, turning into a puddle of mud.