Blood welled from where Shen Chi Yan bit through Song Qi Nian's lip, the metallic taste sharp on her tongue. She tried to push him away—a basic human response to pain—but her resistance only seemed to fuel his fury.
He deepened the kiss violently, forcing his way past her lips, claiming not just her mouth but her tongue as well. The taste of blood overwhelmed them both. Song Qi Nian struggled against him, desperate to break free, but each attempt only stoked his rage further.
The scents clinging to her body drove him mad—teppanyaki, an array of perfumes, and worse, the unmistakable presence of another man. His disgust reached a breaking point.
Before she could process what was happening, he yanked her into the bathroom. The shock of ice-cold water hit her as he grabbed the showerhead, soaking her completely. Her body convulsed from the cold, but her attempts to escape proved futile.
In one brutal motion, he ripped her clothes apart and shoved her into the bathtub. She had no chance to catch herself—her waist crashed against the tub's edge, sending waves of pain through her body so intense that cold sweat beaded on her forehead.
Shen Chi Yan showed no mercy. He towered over her, his eyes as cold and terrifying as a winter storm.
"I really underestimated you," he sneered. "You talk endlessly about loving me, and then you go behind my back like this? Song Qi Nian, you're begging for death!"
The photos flashed through his mind, and rage consumed him until all he wanted was to destroy her.
Through the pain and misery, one word caught Song Qi Nian's attention. "Cheating?" What was he talking about? She hadn't cheated on anyone.
She tried to speak, to explain, but Shen Chi Yan wouldn't let her. He stepped into the tub in one fluid motion, trapping her beneath him.
When Shen Chi Yan was this angry, he became her worst nightmare—tormenting both her body and soul. She knew there had to be some misunderstanding. She wanted desperately to explain, but he held her wrists above her head, leaving her helpless to speak or move.
Usually, when they were together, his kisses were just the beginning. But tonight, he seemed fixated on them—letting her gasp for air for just seconds before claiming her mouth again in another crushing kiss.
She lost track of time before he finally pulled her from the tub, wrapped her in a towel, and carried her from the bathroom.
He threw her onto the bed and pressed down on her, biting her already wounded lip as he glared at her with cold eyes. "Between me and Guan Ming Xu, who kisses better?"
Song Qi Nian could barely focus, exhausted beyond measure. But his words cut through her haze, and she stared at him, stunned.
"That little brat Guan Ming Xu," he sneered. "Can he even satisfy you?" His eyes narrowed dangerously. "Or did you do this on purpose? Because you knew I like Qiuqiu, so you used Guan Ming Xu for revenge?"
How many times had Shen Chi Yan told her he liked Lin Qiu Tong? She'd always stayed silent, swallowing her pain. But tonight, after everything he'd put her through, hearing him mention Lin Qiu Tong again sparked something in her—not just heartbreak, but pure rage.
Her hand struck his face before she could stop herself.
Everything had been fine until he visited Lin Qiu Tong's film set. After that, he became a different person. If he needed someone to blame for his feelings about Lin Qiu Tong, he could just say so—why make up lies about her cheating?
Her slap was like lighting a fuse. Shen Chi Yan's face transformed into something dangerous and dark.
He seized her throat. "You dare hit me? What's wrong? Did I hit too close to the truth, so now you're lashing out?"
Song Qi Nian's face burned as tears spilled down her cheeks.
"Crying again?" Shen Chi Yan's voice dripped with contempt. "You think your tears can fix everything?" He roughly wiped her tears away, his voice hardening further. "Do you have any idea how disgusting you look right now?"
Song Qi Nian pushed him away with every ounce of strength she had. Her hands shook as she signed furiously: [You're accusing me of something I never did! If I disgust you so much, why are you even touching me?!]
"Accusing you?" Shen Chi Yan's laugh was sharp and cold. "So you won't admit it unless I show you proof?"
He snatched up his phone and hurled it at her. "See for yourself. Tell me if I'm making false accusations!"
Song Qi Nian picked up the phone and looked at the screen. The color drained from her face.
It couldn't be.
There she was on the screen, holding her phone to record the fireworks—while Guan Ming Xu kissed her cheek.
"What else do you have to say for yourself?"
Song Qi Nian shook her head desperately at Shen Chi Yan. No! It wasn't what he thought! She didn't know who had sent him this photo, but there was more to the story than what it showed.
"Can you deny having dinner with Guan Ming Xu last night? Can you deny watching fireworks with him? Can you deny that's you and him in this photo?"
Each of Shen Chi Yan's accusations hit her like a blow, and she couldn't deny any of them. But the truth was more complicated than what he believed!
Before she could sign her explanation, Shen Chi Yan had already made his judgment. To him, her silence was as good as a confession.
He gripped her wrist with crushing force, his eyes red with rage and something darker. "Song Qi Nian, is this what you call love?"
She shook her head as tears ran down her face. When she tried to free her hand to explain, he cut her off.
"Do you know what I thought when I saw this photo?"
The look in his eyes froze her in place.
"That's right. I wanted to kill you."
His voice was deadly quiet, each word precise and venomous. "But killing you would be too easy. No—you should live, to feel every bit of my fury."
Shen Chi Yan's rage knew no bounds that night. He showed Song Qi Nian no mercy, giving her no respite until dawn.
When she finally woke, pain radiated through her entire body. She was still alive, somehow. She lay there for a long time, slowly reconstructing the events of the previous night.
That photo... Unless she was mistaken, it had to be either a deceptive angle or someone's edited version of events. Guan Ming Xu had never kissed her. She knew this with absolute certainty.
But Shen Chi Yan hadn't bothered to learn the truth. He'd condemned her as guilty without a second thought.
It all came down to one simple fact—he'd never truly loved her. That's why he couldn't trust her.
She let out a bitter laugh. How many times had he told her that Lin Qiu Tong was the one he loved? Why was she still clinging to false hope?
Zhang Qiaoqiao gasped when she saw Song Qi Nian. "Young Madam, what happened to your lips?"
Shen Chi Yan had left Song Qi Nian's lips and tongue raw from his bites. Her eyes were swollen nearly shut, and her complexion was frightening. The truth was even worse—bite marks and bruises covered her body and neck, but she'd hidden them under her clothes and a high-collared blouse.
Not wanting to worry Zhang Qiaoqiao, Song Qi Nian forced a shy smile. [Just stayed up too late last night. It's nothing. I need to get to work.]
Zhang Qiaoqiao assumed Shen Chi Yan had spent the night in Song Qi Nian's room. She covered her mouth and chuckled with understanding. Still, she couldn't help but say, "Young Madam, you shouldn't let Young Master have his way so much. He keeps biting your lips—how can you even eat like that?"
To Zhang Qiaoqiao, seeing the young couple being intimate was a good sign. But Young Master's behavior in bed... only someone truly in love would endure such treatment.
A shadow passed through Song Qi Nian's eyes. She gave a slight nod but said nothing.
When she reached the company, she did one thing first—she wrote her resignation letter.
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