Jue Shi Hotel, Suite 903.
Tang Yige stood at the door of the suite, tall and slender, wearing a dark green long dress and ten-centiter high heels, with long, black tea-colored wavy curls draped over her vase-like waist and back.
Just half an hour ago, she received a text ssage from "Rong Sinan," asking her to et at Suite 903 of Jue Shi Hotel.
She had admired this man for twenty-six years, unable to refuse any of his requests.
So even though she knew he was getting married to her sister tomorrow, becoming her brother-in-law, she still ca!
Even if the eting place is in a hotel!
Tang Yige squeezed her sweaty palms, took a deep breath, and without hesitation, raised her hand to press the suite’s doorbell.
In the few seconds after the doorbell rang, Tang Yige felt as if a century had passed.
The door opened in front of her.
Her heart pounded nervously as she raised her long, curled eyelashes to look.
Seeing the handso and elegant man standing inside the door, Tang Yige’s fingers clenched tighter in her palms, too nervous, causing her voice to be hoarse and tremble fiercely as she spoke, "Brother."
Rong Sinan was three years older than her, and she had called him "brother" since she was a child, just like Rong Mochen.
But now, calling him this familiar "brother," Tang Yige felt an unusual bitterness in her mouth.
After tomorrow, she would never be able to call him that again...
"Ah..."
Tang Yige’s thoughts were interrupted by the man suddenly grabbing her hand and forcefully dragging her into the room.
The loud sound of the door slamming shut echoed like a muffled thunder in Tang Yige’s eardrums.
Her body was pinned against the wall beside the door by the burning heat of the man’s chest, making her breathing suddenly rapid, her heart pounding abnormally fast, and her fingertips numb as they hung by her sides.
Rip—
The thin dress on her body was suddenly torn apart crazily by the man, his large hands on her body felt like they were bringing true fire, making Yige feel like her skin was engulfed in blazing flas wherever his hands touched.
A buzzing sound filled Tang Yige’s ears, making it impossible for her to concentrate.
She was pressed stiffly against the wall, like a puppet without feelings or sensations, allowing the man to ravage her body unscrupulously.
Suddenly, he lifted her by the waist, holding her up.
Tang Yige gasped in shock, her eyes wide with bewildernt.
The clatter of tal from a belt buckle startled Yige’s heart into a fierce thump.
A boiling hot sensation suddenly pressed against her thighs, making Tang Yige cry out softly, her body instinctively shrinking back.
But the man domineeringly held her waist, making it impossible to retreat or escape.
The next mont.
A tearing pain swept through Yige’s nerve endings.
It felt as if soone took an ax and split her in half, excruciatingly painful.
Yige cried as tears stread down her face, her gums chattering, unable to even call out.
It was her first ti.
And she wasn’t prepared at all.
She didn’t even know what was about to happen next, yet he forced his way in...
There was no gentleness, no lingering kiss; Yige was like a soulless tool, treated wantonly by the man.
That night, Yige seed to experience a terrifying nightmare; it lasted so long that she thought she would die in that dream.
...
"Ah..."
Tang Yige was awakened by a woman’s sharp, jarring cry.
Her whole body felt like its bones had been shattered piece by piece with a small hamr, sore and weak.
Her head was splitting with pain.
Tang Yige uncomfortably pressed her dry lips together, painfully massaging her swollen forehead.
Thud, thud, thud.
Footsteps quickly and forcefully approached her side.
Yige fluttered her eyelashes and was about to lower her hand from her forehead.
Slap, slap—
Two loud slaps echoed instantly in the suite.
Yige’s cheeks burned painfully as her breathing quickened, pressing her lips tightly together as she looked.
"Tang Yige, have you no sha? Do you even know what the word ’sha’ ans?"
Fang Jingyi’s well-maintained face was ashen, her finger trembling violently from extre anger as she pointed at Yige, "He is your future brother-in-law, the man your sister is about to marry, and yet you did this!"
Yige’s mind went blank as she looked at Fang Jingyi in the room and... her sister Tang Ruan, wearing a wedding dress, her expression nearly childlike as she moved her pale lips, "I..."
"Mom, Ruan Ruan."
A hoarse, deep voice ca from beside her.
Tang Yige held her breath slightly, instinctively grabbing the quilt covering her, and turned her eyes to the man beside her.
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