ained just as it always was—rough and grating. Even when sharp, it only felt oddly discordant."Suspect Qin Mumumu," Jian Tong was now furiously approaching Qin Mumumu, "Do you know what the word 'susp...A week had passed since that night.

At Shen's Group, as soon as it was time to clock out, men would quickly grab their car keys from the table and rush towards the basement.

The car started, drove out of the garage, and sped on the highway. His heart was racing to get home.

In the dusk of winter, Shen's manor was cloaked in a thin layer of twilight. The sky was darkening rapidly, with only two rows of streetlights flickering. The black wrought iron gate appeared even more imposing than in summer, casting an air of solemnity over the entire manor. However, within this darkness, the manor seemed devoid of life, enveloped in an oppressive silence.

A black Bentley, its headlights blazing, drove into the open gates. The ground, littered with fallen leaves that hadn't been swept away by the estate gardener yet, swirled up in miniature tornadoes as it passed. After the Bentley had driven off, the leaves settled back down again, forming new whirlpools in its wake.

He stepped in, his steps steady and sure. His tall and well-built figure was truly impressive—a perfect physique both clothed and unclothed. Heaven had blessed this man with every good thing; even each strand of his hair was exquisitely beautiful.

"Sir, you're back." The old butler stood silently as always at the entrance, reaching out to take the briefcase from the man's hand and handing him a silk cloth. The latter took the warm, steamy wet towel with his slender fingers, quickly wiped his face, then tossed it back to the old butler. "And her"

"......The old butler, hearing the low and brief question, hesitated for a moment, but he concealed it too well; the next second, he was again that efficient and impartial, qualified butler: "Miss Jian is in her bedroom."

"Haven't you come down all day"

"Yes."

The man's black eyes narrowed: "Didn't you eat lunch"

The old butler kept his eyes downcast, his brows furrowed. "Miss Jian refuses to leave her room. I'll have to bring lunch to the door of her room."

The man nodded, his handsome face taut. "Have dinner brought to the bedroom door in ten minutes."

He uttered a brief command and then, with hurried steps, the man ascended the stairs.

He walked to the bedroom door and glanced at the food on the cart outside the bedroom door... His brow furrowed... Wouldn't eat it

He raised his hand and knocked on the door. There was no sound from inside, but he wasn't surprised. This had been the case all week.

I reached out and grasped the doorknob, pressed down, and pushed.

When the door opened, his heart nearly leaped out of his chest at the sight before him.

His face changed drastically, "Jian Tong! Come down!"

He exclaimed!

On the windowsill, the woman sat just like that, with one foot still dangling outside the window, swaying back and forth.

Hearing the man's voice behind her, she stirred her head and turned to look back.

"Little one, come here..." At this moment, Shen Xiujin's handsome face was filled with anxiety.

The woman glanced back over her shoulder, just a quick look, then without any emotion, turned her head back. Her nape was facing him now.

That foot, still dangling out the window, swaying back and forth, ignored his words.

He took a step, cautiously approaching.

But the woman sitting by the window remained motionless. Only then did Shen Xiujing feel a little relieved, realizing that this woman had no intention of suicide.

Grasping her waist tightly, he lifted her up and threw her onto the bed. "Do you know how dangerous that was just now!"

Jian Tong faintly raised her head, her lips moved slightly, only uttering three words: "Fun."

"Fun" Shen Xiujin was about to explode with anger!

"You say it's fun Do you even know! The danger of what just happened You could have fallen! ...You say it's fun Can you joke about this kind of thing"

"Isn't this fun!"

"Fun." She still said that.

“You!” The man was so enraged that his insides ached. He grabbed her with lightning speed, pressing her against his thigh and ripping off her pants before unleashing a brutal beating!

Bang bang bang!

After several slaps, the anxiety in my chest subsided slightly, and my tense nerves finally relaxed completely.

Jian Tong was pressed face-down onto the man's thigh, her buttocks going cold. She didn't have time to react until a sharp slap echoed in her ears. Only then did she finally understand what was happening!

"Stop! Stop it!"

Seeing her struggling form, and still a hint of "Why are you hitting me" on her face, Shen Xiuqin's anger, which he had already suppressed, flared up again. His brows and eyes were tinged with coldness.

"Dare you"

Suddenly, Jian Tong felt an absurd and ridiculous sensation. Aren't the ones who get spanked disobedient children

The parent spanked the child's bottom, then caught the crying child and asked: "Do you dare"

"I'm not a child! What right do you have to hit me!"

She flew into a rage and glared at him, questioning him!

"What Did I make a mistake" He raised his brows, one slightly arched, and an aura of icy clarity seemed to emanate from him, making him appear both elegant and incredibly rational.

Beneath that rational and cool exterior, there beats a heart that's still thumping wildly right now... He considers himself lucky to have survived just now.

Jane was still glaring angrily: "What did I do wrong I'm not a child!"

Just as he was speaking, there were two knocks on the bedroom door: "Sir, may I come in"

Both on the bed were startled. The man moved swiftly, grabbing the blanket beside him and covering the woman's legs before letting out a faint "Come in."

The old butler wheeled a meal cart into the bedroom.

The bedroom door was left ajar because Shen Xiujin had just rushed in. Just now, the old housekeeper overheard the conversation between the two people in the room.

The old butler pushed the food trolley to the bed without looking aside. "Sir, is there anything else I can do for you" he asked respectfully.

Shen Xiujin waved his hand: "You go rest."

The old butler bent respectfully, turned and left. The moment he turned, the usually stern face of the old butler became incredibly ferocious. The fists hanging by his side clenched tightly... What on earth did his Wei Ming think she was doing!

During her lifetime, Mr. [Name] had never treated Wei Ming as intimately as he did that woman. He had always kept things polite and formal! There had never been such closeness before.

His Wei Ming…could not just disappear like this, fading away without a trace in her husband’s heart until there was no one left!

Just… just let that woman die!

Summer Butler picked up his phone and dialed the rarely contacted number again. He was afraid that this number, besides Shen Xiujin's phone number, was the one he remembered most clearly.

"I want her dead!"

On the other end of the phone, after a moment of pause upon receiving the call, a soft chuckle came through the receiver, light and airy: "Why should I help you" about to continue his sarcastic remarks, "Really..." when the woman slowly picked up her clothes. A gruff, commanding voice, indifferent yet undeniable, rang out:"Go out."The stylist felt humiliated...