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he allowed those feelings of grievance to take over her entire being, she was probably terribly wrong. In the past, even if it wasn't her fault, she would have anxiously caught up and found an opportu...Chapter Name: 152

Rong Ling reached out and suddenly grabbed her.

"Where do you want to go!"

She twisted her head and strained every muscle in her body to pull his arm away. But alas, his arm was as solid as steel, tightly imprisoning hers, and she couldn't move it an inch.

She glared at him, her eyes narrowed with fury. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, but she couldn't bring herself to speak. Her lips were pressed tightly together as she angrily swatted his arm, hard and unyielding.

The woman leaning half against Rong Ling's embrace was not pleased. She hummed coquettishly, "Rong Zong, who is this He looks so strange!"

She glanced at Lin Meng, then unwillingly thought that this little girl was indeed pretty. Afterward, her red lips seductively kissed Rong Ling's chest, giving Lin Meng a defiant look.

"Whoosh—" Tears seemed to burst from Lin Meng's eye sockets like a dam had broken, rushing out frantically. She watched the woman clinging to Rong Ling, making such intimate gestures, and felt her blood run cold. Her heart ached so much she could barely move.

However, Rong Ling raised an eyebrow slightly, a brilliant light flashing in his eyes!

"Sad!" His tone was laced with a wickedly gleeful mockery!

Her tears streamed down her face, and she thought to herself, how could there be such a despicable man in the world!

Let go!

With tears streaming down her face, eyes bloodshot, she glared at him stubbornly, silently conveying her meaning. She strained with all her might to wrench her arm free from his grasp.

He gripped her cruelly, refusing to let go. The woman, however, was even more alluring, fanning the flames all over him. Her bewitching eyes, full of allure, would occasionally flicker provocatively towards Lin Meng.

Lin Meng gritted his teeth. He pulled her along, just to let her watch a performance of spring palace

This nasty man! And this nasty woman!

They are so bad, so bad, so bad...

She burst into tears, lowered her head, and suddenly grabbed Rong Ling's sleeve. Then, she fiercely bit down on Rong Ling's arm with her silver teeth.

He wouldn't let her leave, so she bit him!

Rong Ling frowned slightly, looking at her tears and snot flowing freely, appearing pitiful. She was still tightly biting his arm, obviously hating him. A slight sense of relief washed over him. The woman beside him was still acting intimately with him as if nothing had happened, but he no longer needed it.

He reached out and pushed the woman away from him.

"Let's go!" he commanded coldly. "Whatever happened here today, you forget it the moment you step out this door, as if it never took place. Otherwise, if I hear any nonsense, you know what I'm capable of!"

The woman's body stiffened, she didn't even dare to giggle. She recovered her normal tone and softly replied "yes", walking away while adjusting her clothes. But thinking about this unattainable man allowing that girl to wreak havoc on him, without a hint of impatience in his eyes or brows, a wave of jealousy couldn't help but flash through her heart!

The woman had already gone downstairs and was nowhere to be seen. It's likely she didn't dare eavesdrop or linger, probably just walked as far and as fast as she could.

Rong Ling lowered his eyes to look at the girl who was still biting his arm and crying, whimpering like a little dog. He couldn't help but smile. With a long arm, he picked her up and walked toward her room. She began to get agitated, repulsed by his touch, struggling violently. She let go of her mouth, but couldn't contain the anger in her heart. She reached out with both hands and fiercely punched and pounded him on the chest.

She couldn't figure out how this man's nerves were wired! How could he be so intimate with another woman one moment, and the next, act as if nothing had happened, calmly picking her up His body still held the scent of a woman's perfume and body oil, a smell that made her sick, drove her mad, and filled her with rage!

He placed her on the bed, trapping her between his legs. With skillful movements of his limbs and hands, he held her firmly, like a doll encased in its casing, leaving her helpless, her hands and feet unable to move as she was tightly embraced by him.

"Let me go!" she cried, tears streaking her face. He casually shut the door, and in that closed space there was only her and him, so she could speak freely now.

“Don’t even think about it!” he replied with a sneer, a slight curl to his lips. “Are you this heartbroken seeing me with another woman!”

Her body stiffened, and her heart ached.

He didn't like it this way, it obscured her sweet face, and she couldn't see his either. So he pushed her onto the bed. As she was momentarily stunned, he climbed on top of her, his agile body pressing down on her, completely pinning her beneath him. He gently placed one hand on her cheek, wiping away a tear with his thumb. Then, he lifted his hand and waved his tear-stained finger in front of her face.

"You're heartbroken because you have me in your heart. You can't bear to see me with another woman!"

"No way!" she retorted in a strained voice.

He didn't seem angry, just stared at her deeply, calmly stating: "If you truly don't care, then leaving wouldn't be a bad thing, would it You should at least be smiling. Why are you crying instead Crying is because you're hurting. Seeing me kissing that woman, isn't your heart aching What were you doing here while we were doing that outside Hmm Looking at your eyes so swollen, did you cry yourself to pieces Hmm"

"No! … No, there's nothing!"

She vehemently defended herself.

He looked down at the stubborn little face, a touch of annoyance welling up inside him. She was crying so miserably, anyone could see she cared, and yet she still dared to lie here with her eyes wide open!

He lowered his head and captured those unruly lips, kissing them.

She suddenly turned her head, stretched out her small hand, and hit him hard with all her might. She cried out in a deafening roar.

Get out, don't you dare use your filthy mouth to touch me!

Swear words!

He stared at her!

She was so angry that her thoughts were in disarray, her little hands twisting and thrashing about.

He didn't feel any pain at all. She was so small, with tiny arms and legs; she was practically weightless. He figured she was just itching him. However, letting her run wild like this wasn't going to work either. He pressed down on her with his body weight, reached out with both hands, grabbed her flailing arms, and easily lifted them up, flipping her over onto her head.

She hated this position, hated this situation, and rasped in a choked voice.

"Let me go…let me go…I hate you…hate you…"

Her tears fell freely, soaking her small face. Her eyes were red, her nose was red, her lips were red, all tinged with tears that glistened like freshly picked cherries. He watched, his eyes narrowing involuntarily, a dryness in his throat. This man had some base instincts, he actually took a perverse pleasure in making her cry in bed. At those times, she was like a pitiful little cat, yet also like fresh fruit, emitting a sweet fragrance that made him want to swallow her whole.

He looked at her with a mixture of anger, amusement, and a touch of pity. He thought to himself that this little woman was so stubborn. As expected, confronting her head-on was the wrong approach; he needed to find another way to coax the truth out of her. He had brought in such a seductive woman to play pretend with him outside, but no matter how enticing her sounds were, he felt nothing. All that mattered to him was the attitude of the little woman inside.

He thought she would storm out of the room, like a little cat hissing and spitting at him, or screaming hysterically. He let that woman grumble against him, but his eyes never left her door. But she was surprisingly patient, holding it all in. It frustrated him so much, he started to doubt himself. He was afraid she was truly unfazed!

But it's okay, she still came out, angrily throwing a blood-red letter at him. She was truly furious to the point of losing her rationality. Those eyes, no matter how clean and clear they were washed, had cried and that couldn't be erased.

Lin Meng, you have to admit, there's a place for me in your heart!

He looked at her with pride. The shift in his heart made him indulge her antics, even her sobs of crying warmed his heart.

"What are you being so stubborn about!"

He leaned down and kissed her.

She cried out with a gasp, her cries becoming even more ear-splitting. Her small body wriggled against him like a snake, fanning the flames of desire within him. Though he tried to remain unmoved, the woman he had brought was trained in the art of seduction. Her techniques were undeniably sophisticated. He fought it, but his body, governed by instinct, began to heat up nonetheless.

Now she’s writhing beneath him, and he, who has always been captivated by her body, can’t stand this kind of friction, this teasing!

"

Don't move!

"

His voice lowered a couple of tones.

How could she possibly hear! She cried out, "Let me go!"

He reached out and squeezed her plump little butt hard, his voice a husky threat laced with desire: "If you dare move again, I'll take you right now!"

She stopped struggling in disbelief, staring at him with gritted teeth as she hissed, "You bastard! You were just about to sleep with another woman, and now you come here wanting me! Damn you, you damn bastard, go die, go die!"

Hearing that fierce roar, he knew she was truly furious! But if she didn't want to, then why not stay by his side! Why push him to another woman! He wasn't a monk, he could still control himself without her! If she stayed by his side, wouldn't everything be perfect!

"I didn't touch that woman!" he said in a low voice, his face slightly flushed.

One day, he even had to pay a woman to act out a scene in order to win over another woman. This is simply too evil!

Her response was to stare at him with tears in her eyes. Needless to say, she didn't believe him. That woman screamed so convincingly, who would believe his words!

He found her like this, inexplicably interesting. He loosened his grip on her hands, pulled up his pants, and guided her hand down.

"I didn't touch her, I swear!"

She was furious, this dead man dared to do such a thing, and after just touching another woman, it was simply detestable!

"You go die!" she exclaimed, furious and losing her temper.

But he wasn't annoyed at all. The angrier she got, the happier he became. Because it showed that she cared more.

"Feel it!"

He murmured, his voice a little husky, against her.

I don't feel a thing!

She glared at him angrily, though she knew she couldn't defeat him. She still puffed out her chest and growled, "If you dare touch me, I... I... I'll die in front of you!"

His expression shifted abruptly, his handsome eyes widening as a murderous glint appeared in them.

"If you dare to keep throwing around the word "dead" so casually, just wait and see how I'll deal with you!"

His aura inexplicably soared a few points, particularly terrifying. His eyes were cold and sharp like knives, making her dare not breathe heavily!

"Did you feel that!" he reiterated.

She was so angry she burst into tears and turned her head away.

He couldn't help but roar, finally unveiling the mystery.

"It's dry, don't you feel it! I want to touch that woman, do you think you can just stand there like this"

Suddenly, her hands trembled and her face flushed instantly.

She got it!

Only then did he let her go, and she no longer dodged.

He lowered his voice, mumbling: "Do I have to find another woman before you'll understand my feelings! Haven't I been good enough to you Why do you have to go against your heart and leave me! Ask yourself, am I good enough to you Am I patient enough You cry and beg to leave me time and time again, yet every time I compromise and give in!"

Let me tell you, I'm in great shape. There are plenty of women throwing themselves at me. Don't be stupid and actually push me away. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! My patience is limited, and I've never let a woman get this out of control before. With other women, I say it's over and it's over, we're strangers from then on. But with you, this is the first time. Tell me yourself, how many times have you escaped me A man, if he had even a shred of self-respect, wouldn't be so shameless, clinging to someone who keeps pushing him away. There are plenty more fish in the sea. No man is that foolish to keep going after a woman who wants nothing to do with him. 80 at best. But this woman before him was different. Her appearance was flawless, her figure graceful, and her aura elegant. She truly deserved to be a wealthy socialite.That old man's only strength...