Shen Yilan truly didn’t know where to put her face at this mont, yet years of lowliness prevented her from resisting.
Tears of despair hung on her face as she found out that Di Mingjue, upon seeing this scene, remained as indifferent as ever. Was this the real him?
To others, he was certainly ruthless, even heartless!
He even stepped forward, the coldness in his eyes like nothing she had ever seen before, the ultimate chill.
He stood between the two as a re bystander, tall and straight, and began to speak coldly, each word dripping with extre scorn, "Shen Yilan, let tell you, my wife will never be like you. I will protect her, so the curse you speak of will never co true in this lifeti.
What I also want to tell you is, even if my wife were to encounter such misfortune one day, I would still stay by her side, love and cherish her with everything I have. Rember this, never compare yourself to my wife; you are in no way comparable to her."
Having said this, Di Mingjue turned and walked away, his facial expression never fluctuating, completely unswayed by these two.
Shen Yilan painfully raised her face, her tears of despair flowing freely, her expression utterly hollow.
But Arthur just wouldn’t let her go, "Slut, what makes you think you can compare to soone’s wife? Can’t you see who you really are when you take a good look in the mirror, who willingly degraded herself?"
"Arthur, you beast, you’re worse than pigs and dogs; you won’t die a good death, you should go to hell!" Shen Yilan couldn’t suppress her horrified screaming, no longer able to tolerate the insult even if she was frightened inside.
Arthur, angered by the insult, grabbed her hair and smashed her head against the wall relentlessly, "Cut the pure act; you were quite enthusiastic when I took you out before, weren’t you? What now, you return to the country and suddenly play the demure lady, the innocent?
Don’t think I don’t know, you’re still playing around on Empire’s social networking sites! You’re lonely without now that you’re back in the country, right?"
Furious, Arthur continued to grab her hair and bang her head against the wall several tis, until she was completely dazed.
Arthur tornted her for who knows how long, and gradually, Shen Yilan stopped resisting.
She began to struggle between morality and reason, conflicted.
Eventually, Arthur sneered disgustingly, "You filthy woman, you really are disgustingly cheap."
With that, Arthur grabbed her hair viciously, holding it tight, and said fiercely, "Just now, weren’t you acting all chaste and virtuous in front of Mingjue?"
Shen Yilan couldn’t utter a single word; she just hated herself to the core.
Even more, she hated that Di Mingjue could treat her this way, but deep down, she still fought against the feeling, struggling and pleading desperately, "Please, let go, please spare ."
Arthur smiled cruelly, "Wishful thinking."
After saying that, he tornted her even more, until she was left with barely a breath.
She looked at Arthur with anger and despair, "You will die a terrible death."
Arthur smirked, lit a cigarette, sat on the ground, and said lazily, "I just play a little wild, not like you with your malicious heart trying to harm others. You might as well not bother entering the competition; co with ."
Arthur looked at the barely breathing Shen Yilan, "Consider it a favor for old tis’ sake that I’m taking you in. As long as you obey, we’ll have no issues. Do you really think you can survive in the Empire after offending Di Mingjue?"
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