Chapter 77: The Stubborn Tyrant
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Does he look like a kidnapped person?” Ye Ling turned around with some hostility in his expression. Seeing Shen Qianshu made him rage uncontrollably. She actually wanted to escape?
She actually dared to!
“What do you want?” Shen Qianshu said.
“Shen Qianshu, you’re too naive. Seven years ago. So are you now. Luther warned you to never stay over in the castle, but you never listened. I warned you to never try to escape. You never listened.” Ye Ling approached her step by step and moved Shen Qianshu’s chin up. “Disobedient girls, have to pay.”
A chill ran down Shen Qianshu’s spine, and she hit his hand, slightly avoiding him. The obvious behavior of her wanting to hide triggered Ye Ling. He kicked the door of the study room and stared at Shen Qianshu deeply.
“Master, you’ve gone too far,” Shen Qianshu said. People who were overly powerful were always self-centered and barely consider others’ feelings. Ye Ling was the classical example of a stubborn tyrant.
People around him either obeys or dies.
“So what if I am?” Ye Ling shrugged. Behind him, there was dark light. “Did you think that you’d avoid me if you escape to New York? Naive!”
Shen Qianshu finally understood the reason he raged.
“H-How did you find out?”
“Guilty?”
“What’s there to be guilty for? My job needs me to fly to New York. What’s there to be guilty for?” Shen Qianshu glared at Ye Ling angrily. “Just because of this tiny thing, you made a mountain out of a molehill?”
“Tiny thing?” Ye Ling approached her nearer. “To you, this is tiny?”
“Master, d-don’t be agitated.” Shen Qianshu stuck out both hands to block his chest.
That warmth seemed like it could burn her. Shen Qianshu wanted to remove her hands, but she was afraid that Ye Ling would do something more overboard. Her ears reddened. Ye Ling lowered his head and stared at her with a dark face. Shen Qianshu had pale skin. Her face was pale, and her cheeks were youthfully pink. Her two ears were reddened, and from his angle, he could see her beautifully pale neck and curly eyelashes, as well as her pale face and cute pink ears.
So cute.
Ye Ling thought.
That’s really cute.
His gaze paused, and he looked towards her hands. Slim, tender, and beautiful. Her nails were round and neat, covered in a layer of pink nail polish. She gave very youthful vibes and did not look like a mother.
It instantly felt as if they had returned to seven years ago.
Shen Qianshu was still Shen Qianshu. Yet, he had changed.
How is it possible to get rid of the feeling of a May-December relationship?
What the…!
Shen Qianshu sensed Ye Ling’s silence and kept quiet. She lifted her head slightly, and her eyes met his amber eyes. There was herself, small and fearful. Her palms turned warm, and Shen Qianshu let go of her hands as if she was shocked by electricity. For a moment, she did not know where to place them.
Her heart was filled with confusion and fear.
She could not find any comfort.
Ye Ling grabbed her waist suddenly and carried her up easily. Shen Qianshu shrieked, and he threw her onto a long sofa in the study room. He jumped on top of her, and Shen Qianshu was shocked. He lowered his head and kissed her on her lips.
He kissed her passionately and violently. It was familiar yet dangerous. Shen Qianshu was like a person who was about to drown, and she grabbed tightly onto his shirt. Ye Ling pulled up her skirt, and his warm fingers went under it, teasing her wantonly. Shen Qianshu froze and grabbed his wrist, pressing his hand tightly, not allowing him to go any further. Shen Qianshu’s eyes were filled with fear, shame, and anger. She wished she could hide in a hole.
“You’re wet.”