Her neck was her most sensitive spot; under Rong Che's teasing, An Ruoxue simply couldn't bear it.
"It's just a touch, and your reaction is this intense. Just how starved for a man are you, An Ruoxue?"
Rong Che's words were like a sharp dagger, plunging fiercely into her heart, hurting her so much that she lacked the strength to retort.
"Rong Che, what will it take for you to let me go? I've already agreed to sign the divorce agreement, what more do you want from me?"
Right now, she only wanted to leave Rong Che as quickly as possible, to leave this icy home.
"Damn woman, are you trying to negotiate terms with me?"
This wasn't how the script in his mind was supposed to go. He wanted to make An Ruoxue grovel and beg him, beg him not to divorce... instead of this woman agreeing to sign so readily.
"You have no right to negotiate with me."
A freezing frost that could kill instantly washed over Rong Che's stern face.
"Rip..."
Enraged, Rong Che violently tore at the already tattered white cocktail dress on An Ruoxue, crudely stripping away the rest of the clothes on her body.
"Ah... no."
An Ruoxue screamed in terror. With the tattered cocktail dress gone, she was left in only her white underwear.
"Rong Che, I'm begging you, don't do this to me, don't, don't..."
The tears she had desperately held back now gushed out like an opened faucet, streaming down uncontrollably...
An Ruoxue pleaded with Rong Che over and over again, hoping he would spare her.
Yet Rong Che, whose blood was already boiling, had transformed into a beast of the jungle; he could not hear a single one of An Ruoxue's pleas.
Without a shred of warmth or pity, Rong Che's muscular frame pressed directly down, and his thin lips sealed An Ruoxue's cherry-red mouth as she kept begging for mercy.
"Ah..."
A heart-wrenching pain shot through her, and An Ruoxue felt as though she were dying. Starting from her heart, the agonizing sensation flowed drop by drop through every vein in her body.
At that moment, she gave up all struggle, her tear-filled eyes staring blankly at the ceiling overhead.
She let Rong Che torment and ravage her body, over and over again.
...
When An Ruoxue woke up, it was already the middle of the night, and Rong Che had long since left. The sprawling bedroom was left with only her, quiet to an eerie degree.
"Thump, thump, thump..." If she couldn't still hear the clear sound of her own heartbeat in her ears, An Ruoxue would have doubted she was already dead.
To An Ruoxue, all of this was like a nightmare; how she wished none of it had ever happened.
Yet...
The waves of pain radiating from her body constantly reminded An Ruoxue that everything that happened today was real.
Out of the corner of her eye, her gaze inadvertently landed on the smear of dark red on the pristine white bedsheets.
"Drip, drop..."
Tears welled up once again in An Ruoxue's dry eyes, and crystal-clear droplets quickly blurred her vision.
Her first time... had just been crudely and ruthlessly plundered by Rong Che, and even the tiny shred of dignity she had left was ruthlessly trampled underfoot by him.
"Rong Che, I loved you so much, how could you treat me like this?"
"How could you?"
...
For three years, An Ruoxue had imagined heartwarming moments with Rong Che in this house countless times, and in how many midnight dreams had she envisioned a wonderful life with him.
Yet... fairy tales were all lies after all; Cinderella's happiness existed only in books.
Right here and now, in this so-called home of hers, An Ruoxue didn't want to stay for another minute.
The moment she stepped out of the villa, An Ruoxue felt a chill in the air.
"Grandfather, did I really do something wrong back then? I shouldn't have married Rong Che, right?"
In the pitch-black night, An Ruoxue's slender figure gradually vanished into the dark veil of the night.
...
Standing outside the CEO's office door, An Ruoxue's right hand holding the documents tightened unconsciously. She took a deep breath before raising her hand to knock.
"Come in."
The knock had barely faded when Rong Che's deep, magnetic voice came from within. An Ruoxue had always been infatuated with Rong Che's cello-like, melodious, and low voice.
Yet now, as An Ruoxue listened to Rong Che's voice, a faint chill involuntarily flashed through her heart.
Sniffling, An Ruoxue gently grasped the silver doorknob with her fair left hand, pushed the door open, and stepped inside.
An Ruoxue had walked in and out of Rong Che's office countless times over the past three years, but today was the only time she walked in with a heavy and complicated heart.
"What is it?"
Rong Che set aside his work, leaning sideways against the black leather swivel chair, his pitch-black eyes glaring coldly and sharply at An Ruoxue as she walked in.
His tone was devoid of a single trace of emotion, as if his fiery passion last night had been nothing more than a mind-disturbing spring dream.
"Speak. What do you want?"
An Ruoxue stood before the black marble desk, looking at him with red-rimmed eyes, and Rong Che instantly flared up.
Looking across the entire C City, how many women would pull every trick in the book, dreaming of climbing into his bed.
Yet this An Ruoxue before him was utterly ungrateful; she actually refused, and even dared to cry.
At Rong Che's bark, An Ruoxue, standing stiffly like a mummy, took a step forward and placed the divorce agreement—now creased from being tightly gripped—along with a pre-printed resignation letter on Rong Che's desk.
"An Ruoxue, what is the meaning of this?"
As Rong Che's gaze landed on the divorce agreement and resignation letter An Ruoxue had placed on the desk, his face darkened, and the look in his hawk-like eyes turned several degrees colder.
"I've already signed the divorce agreement. As for alimony, I don't need any."
"This is my resignation letter. I ask Young Master Rong to approve it."
Since this absurd marriage was coming to an end, An Ruoxue felt there was no need for her to continue staying at the company or by Rong Che's side.
From this moment on, the only remaining tie between her and Rong Che should come to an end as well.
"Damn woman."
Rong Che cursed under his breath. The divorce agreement and resignation letter An Ruoxue had left on the desk were an absolute eyesore to him.
Was this woman really in such an unbearable rush to leave him?
For the first time in his life, Rong Che tasted a hint of defeat, and this defeat had actually been brought upon him by a woman.
"Rip." Without even glancing at the divorce agreement on the desk, Rong Che picked it up and tore it straight in half.
"You... what?"
An Ruoxue was dumbfounded, completely bewildered by Rong Che's action: "Why did you tear up the divorce agreement?"
Hadn't he always been plotting and scheming to force her to sign the divorce papers? What was this? She had finally signed, yet Rong Che had torn up the divorce agreement?