Chapter 14: Master, Our Daughter Is Kidnapped
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Shen Qianshu’s long legs were pressed under his palm and her arms were wrapped around his neck. The familiar masculine scent still carried an overwhelming sense of aggressiveness even after seven years, and made her recall that one unforgettable memory.
The two of them were so close to each other that her crisp fragrance filled his nose, teasing and pulling at his self control like an uncontrollable beast. Ye Ling had wondered a countless number of times what he would do if they were ever to meet again. A million thoughts flashed through his mind, thoughts that included tying her up and torturing her until she begged him for death. His thoughts were sadistic and extreme.
Her petite body was trapped by his strong body, legs forcefully wrapped around his firm waist. Their position was awkwardly intimate and suggestive. Shen Qianshu had nowhere to look and found herself staring up at his handsome and sharp features, her heart beating like a roller coaster.
She did not hate Ye Ling.
Especially after she had started studying Psychology.
She had always refused to admit that she had chosen to study Psychology for Ye Ling. She wanted to understand. She needed to understand.
Yet… She wanted to keep that memory locked away.
Ye Ling leaned towards her and caressed her thigh gently, his palm was hot and fuzzy as he touched her through the flimsy material of her dress. Her legs burned at his touch, causing her to shudder involuntarily. Her feelings were a confusing mix of fear, guilt and trepidation.
“I suppose this pair of legs does have its use.” His words seemed to carry a deeper meaning and his cold eyes held her with a longing gaze filled with desire. Shen Qianshu immediately thought back to that period of time where he would lie on her lap and touch her long legs. Her face grew hot and she flushed an embarrassing red.
“A day together as husband and wife means endless devotion the rest of your life. No need to be so violent!” Shen Qianshu said timidly, her face breaking into a charming smile.
A day as husband and wife?
Eh?
Very good!
“Answer me one thing before I break your legs, where is my daughter?” Ye Ling leaned closer to her, strong arms trapping her as he looked deep into her eyes with a predatory smile.
Daughter?
What daughter?
Shen Qianshu was at a loss, a hint of sorrow flashed in her eyes, disappearing as quickly as it came. She looked down slightly, hiding away the sadness behind a mask. She could feel the tip of the man’s nose almost touching her jaw. He could only see her long, dense lashes sweeping upon her eyelids and fair skin, she looked like an adorable rabbit.
Her cute, cherry lips were too close, giving off a peachy scent that was as sweet as honey, tugging fiercely at his inner desires. Ye Ling’s gaze darkened and his throat bobbed dangerously. He wanted to strangle her thin neck and destroy her, yet he was also seduced by her beauty, wanting nothing more than to ravage her with no mercy.
She gently tugged on his lapel, ending his shadowy thoughts, the crisp, white shirt cold under her touch. Shen Qianshu turned to him with a heart wrenching expression, lips trembling and eyes starting to well up. “Master, our daughter is kidnapped, you have to save her!”
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In a small, dilapidated warehouse, two large, burly men guarded the entrance while one watched over a small figure inside. An adorable child was seated pleasantly on an old and broken bed, a powder blue school bag laying on its side. Little Cutie Pie was around seven years old, schooling a pair of lively big eyes and long, dense eyelashes. With skin that was fair white and delicate, tender little arms and a head of soft, short hair, the child had an exquisite face, causing people to often mix up his gender.
“Uncle, I’m hungry.” he spoke up softly, his gaze pitiful and the misery emanating off of him in waves. The burly man guarding him snorted and clicked his tongue impatiently, then eventually rummaged in the cupboards, tossing two packets of biscuits onto the table. Little Cutie Pie glanced at the biscuits, before proceeding to rip them open carefully. As he nibbled on the biscuit, big fat tears streamed down his tiny cheeks. Without any warning, he cried loudly, “I miss my mommy!”
A beautiful child always made one’s heart ache. The child had already been kidnapped for half a day, and had been well-behaved throughout. His sadness tugged at the heartstrings of even the coldest of men.
“Stop crying, you can go home tonight.”
Little Cutie Pie stared imploringly at the rugged man, tears glistening in his watery eyes. “Really?”
“Really.”
Little Cutie Pie gave him an anguished face, “But I’m dying.”