Chapter 2: Things Have Come to This, and You Still Want to Leave?
This woman seemed utterly deranged.
Her hands and feet roved restlessly, biting and clawing at him, her lips emitting sounds so bewitching they seemed to ensnare his very soul...
Every touch struck a wild beat upon Lin Feng’s heartstrings.
He kept his body tense, the gun in her hand making him too wary to move recklessly. All he could do was steel himself and ask, “Wait, hold on. I’ll call an ambulance for you...”
If he wasn’t mistaken, he’d just heard her mention taking some kind of pill...
But she gave him no chance to get up. Her slender arms, surprisingly strong, pinned him down, rendering him completely immobile.
He could hear her breathless murmurs, her body writhing in his embrace as if lost in a feverish trance...
“Miss, I really should call an ambulance for you. This isn’t right, we don’t even know each other...” He rambled nervously, all the while searching for a way to wrest the gun from her grasp.
Yet she seemed oblivious to his words, using one hand to fumble at his shirt.
A sudden peal of thunder boomed outside, lightning streaking through the room and illuminating Lin Feng’s bare chest—the healthy bronze of his skin, his sculpted muscles half-revealed beneath the now-open shirt...
A faint sheen of sweat clung to him, mingled with a uniquely masculine scent that filled her senses.
The drug she’d taken, already rushing through her veins, now seemed to surge madly within her.
Her icy gaze, now streaked with red, betrayed her loss of control. Trembling, she gripped the gun barrel with the last shreds of reason, and with all her remaining strength, brought it crashing down on the back of Lin Feng’s head!
He barely had time to utter a word before searing pain exploded at the base of his skull. Darkness engulfed him, swallowing the final glimmer of light...
The drug’s effects claimed her consciousness entirely.
In the pitch-black void, she greedily pressed herself against the one who brought her such relief...
...
When he woke again, the domineering, threatening woman was gone. In her place stood another woman, dressed all in black.
She adjusted her glasses and gestured coolly.
Before Lin Feng could gather his wits, two burly men approached.
He jolted awake, but a sharp, blinding pain throbbed at the back of his head, muddling his senses...
He felt himself being lifted onto a stretcher by the two men. His body, however, felt oddly comfortable—especially below the waist, where only an overcoat covered him...
His head throbbed as if split open, his vision blurry. He vaguely glimpsed a stark red stain on the sofa.
After that, all consciousness slipped away.
...
He awoke with a hiss of pain, feeling as if he’d slept through the ages.
Heavy curtains draped the windows, shutting out all light. The bedroom was the picture of opulent decadence.
Lin Feng opened his eyes in confusion, taking in his surroundings.
Beneath him was a soft, high-end mattress. All around, extravagant furnishings; a gilded chandelier hung from the soaring ceiling, gauzy drapes cascading elegantly down.
Where on earth was he?
He tried to raise a hand to rub his eyes, but found his wrists shackled by silver chains, locked to the bedframe...
Damn!
He cursed under his breath, panic rising.
He struggled, the clatter of the chains echoing sharply.
The next moment, the heavy door swung open.
He heard the sharp click of high heels—slow, light, yet full of poise—approaching.
Through the veil of drapes, he saw a woman in a black fitted dress, her figure curvaceous, her swan-like neck crowned by a face he remembered only in passing—breathtakingly beautiful.
She strode forward on heels nearly ten centimeters high, stopping at the bedside to look down at him, her elegant phoenix eyes narrowing with cold disdain.
“You...” he began, unnerved by her piercing gaze. His lips dried, and his voice came out hoarse from thirst, forcing him to stop.
Above him, the woman glanced at him contemptuously and asked in a frosty tone, “Awake?”
Lin Feng flexed his arms, forcing himself to sit up and regain his composure.
He could guess as much—this must be her home.
Ever since being thrown out of the Xu family, he had been preparing to apply for a security job at a company. Who would have thought he’d get caught up in something like this? He wasn’t sure he’d even make that interview now...
In any case, he needed to get out of this place as quickly as possible.
Still, this woman was truly deranged—to chain him to a bed...
The memory of that vintage Red Flag sedan at the alley’s end, the luxury of this room, and the golden pistol all flashed through his mind. He knew better than to cross her.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he said calmly, “Miss, may I ask where my phone is? It’s quite late, I won’t trouble you any further...”
He wanted her to know he’d treat this as if nothing had happened—he knew nothing, saw nothing.
But she paid him no mind, merely lifting a hand to part the drapes.
With nothing left between their gazes, he finally saw her face clearly.
Exquisite and haughty as if carved from jade, her lips set in a tight red line, her eyes cold as frost.
Lin Feng had seen his share of beautiful women—his three unrelated “sisters” alone, not to mention his ex-girlfriend Fang Ziyue, who was a campus beauty.
But none of them could compare to this woman. Next to her, they wouldn’t even qualify as handmaidens.
He drew a sharp breath, barely able to believe that last night, he had...
He was still reeling from shock when her slender fingers gripped his chin hard, pain lancing through him.
Her wrists were delicate, but her grip was unyielding, forcing his head back to meet her gaze.
Her eyes chilled him to the core.
Toying with the chain at his wrist, she sneered, “What’s this? After all this, you still want to leave?”
“You...” Lin Feng was overcome with humiliation.
He, a grown man, was being toyed with like this!
But with no sign of the pistol, he dared not resist too strongly. Gritting his teeth, he said, “Miss, if you’ll just return my phone, I’ll pretend last night never happened. I don’t know you, and I never will.”
He felt he’d made himself perfectly clear.
His lips were sealed.
But the woman’s anger seemed to ignite, her icy eyes blazing. Her grip tightened, and with a sudden force, she slammed his head back against the headboard.
Her voice was as cold as steel as she demanded, “Am I not even worthy of being remembered by you?”