He Yan's figure appeared at the glass door, Ajing glanced at Fu Shenxing, quickly went to help He Yan hold the door, and took the opportunity to leave the terrace silently. Xiao Wu stayed in the room, looking towards the terrace, asking Ajing, "Who is this woman? Why does Brother Xing seem different towards her?"
Ajing didn't dare to say much, and just shook her head in response.
"But I feel that in these two years, Brother Xing is becoming more and more popular. He seems colder and tougher, but I think he's become warmer." Xiao Wu glanced at the terrace again, grinning, "Hey, don't tell anyone. Brother Xing's taste is really good, this girl looks more and more flavorful, look at that perky butt, tsk tsk."
Ajing gave him a cold look and said, "I think you need to be straightened out."
After hearing this, Xiao Wu felt a slight gain in his heart, but he just smiled on the surface, no longer looking at the terrace, patted Ajing's shoulder before leaving, and said with a smile, "Just had a little chat. I, Xiao Wu, absolutely won't touch a brother's woman."
Ajing said nothing, just leaned against the glass door, quietly guarding there.
On the terrace, He Yan stood a few steps away from Fu Shenxing, looking down slightly, and Fu Shenxing didn't speak either. He just turned around, calmly looking at her. She still had a red rose pinned in the corner of her hair. Perhaps even she had forgotten, the makeup on her face was a bit heavy, with long black curly hair, exceptionally stunning.
She must have cried, there were no traces of tears on her face, but her eyes could tell, the black eyeliner had been soaked by tears, looking a bit smudged, making her eyes appear even larger.
"What did you say to Liang Yuanze just now?" he asked in a deep voice.
Only then did she look up at him, her gaze was cold, but it conveyed intense emotions, it was hatred, a hatred that even her reason couldn't suppress. "I told him that I will tell him everything when I go back tonight."
He raised his eyebrows slightly, seeming somewhat surprised, and asked, "Tell him everything? What did you tell him?"
She replied, "Tell him everything you've done to me, tell him everything I'm enduring now."
He looked at her silently, after a while, he lightly smiled, "And then?"
"And then, ask for a divorce," she raised her face, seeming to be trying hard to hold back her tears, her voice choking, it took a while for her to speak, "and ask him to leave, give me three years. If I can still survive by then, and if he can still accept me, then we can be together again."
"Three years?" he murmured softly, lowered his eyes, and asked her, "Is this the time frame you've set for our game?"
"Yes," she answered decisively, her body trembling, "three years, also the time I can persevere for my parents. If I still can't break free after three years, then I will choose to die without regrets, no longer caring about anyone, whether it's you who killed my parents, or wants to wipe out my entire family."
She stared at him, speaking each word clearly, "I'm already in hell, why do I care about worldly affairs?"
He looked at her, suddenly smiled, reached out to her, and said, "Come here."
She clenched her teeth, then put her hand on his, and he pulled her over. He pulled her in front of the railing, holding her from behind, asking her to look at the bustling street by the river with him, and then whispered in her ear, "Three years. After three years, either I let you go, or I kill you."
This was also the deadline he set for this game, just three years.
"Okay," she replied, seemingly compliant as she leaned against the railing, quietly gazing at the street. He couldn't see her eyes, he could only feel her instinctive resistance through her body, which made him feel displeased. As a result, he pressed closer to her, clinging tightly to her.
She felt it, squirming uncomfortably, then turned her head and asked him indifferently, "Do you want to do it here?" with a hint of provocation.
Although he was tempted, upon hearing her words, he slightly withdrew his body, avoiding it, but still held her tightly. He forcefully held her hands, and asked her in a low voice, "Do you want to?"
She raised her eyebrows in surprise and her eyes showed a hint of mockery, "Are you asking me?"
Her provocation finally wore out his patience, and he coldly replied, "It seems like I've gone too far."
Saying so, he held her hands with one hand in front of them and began to remove the obstacles with a rough movement, while the other hand slid down and entered forcibly from behind. Both of them were still fully dressed, if someone looked up from the street, they would only see a couple hugging and looking at the street scenery.
Unbeknownst to anyone, above the thousands of people, their bodies were already intimately entwined.
Fu Shenxing seemed to deliberately conceal it, making only minimal movements, tightly embracing He Yan, breathing softly, and murmuring in her ear, "Isn't this exciting? Your body is so tight, very tight."
She remained silent, biting her lip in embarrassment, and frantically freeing her hands from his grasp, tightly grasping the stone railing.
He chuckled softly, his arm around her waist, lightly touching and rubbing her neck from behind. She tilted her head slightly and gazed at the colorful water curtain on the opposite side of the river, and beyond that, the center of the square, where the grand clock was dazzlingly adorned. The second hand was ticking away, and the countdown voices from the crowd gradually grew louder, reaching a crescendo among the crowd.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."
The person behind her also quickened his pace, panting and hoarsely commanding, "Call me, call my name."
Amidst the noisy crowd, she pronounced his name slowly and deliberately, "Fu Shenxing."
"No, not that one."
"Shen Zhijie."
"Again!"
"Shen Zhijie, Shen Zhijie, Shen Zhijie." She repeated the name fiercely, over and over again.
At the precise moment the resounding and deep bell rang, he lost control and roared, turning her head forcefully with his hand, and deeply kissed her. The flowers at her temple were lost at some point and might fall on someone's head in the street, and then be trampled underfoot, just like her at this moment.
In the distance, the night sky was filled with brilliant, dazzling fireworks, but they were fleeting.
Life is just like this. If you can shine brightly at the highest point, what does it matter if you're broken into pieces?
After a long time, his tense body gradually relaxed, but he didn't want to let go, still embracing her from behind, holding her face, forcing her to turn around, and continuously nibbling her lips, hoarsely saying, "Our first year, A Yan, our first year is here."
"Yes, the first year," she coldly replied.
He didn't care about her coldness, just enjoying the pleasure brought by her warm and soft body, he smiled lightly, mockingly raised his lips, and said, "Remember, go back and divorce Liang Yuanze."
The game had changed without them realizing it. Even though she was unwilling to admit it, his words and actions had already exposed his thoughts. He didn't want to let other men touch her again, nor did he want her to blossom in another man's embrace. He didn't care about the past, but from now on, no one else would do.