Aristocratic Family's Bitter Love

  Rong Ling returned when it was almost midnight. The door creaked open with a soft "click", the sound was very light, so light that people wouldn't notice, but Lin Meng had been waiting, so she easily caught the sound.

  She suddenly sat up in bed, hesitated for a moment, and then threw off the covers, got out of bed, and walked out of the room under the dim yellow bedside lamp.

  There were no lights outside, and Rong Ling came in without turning on the lights. He seemed to be very used to this darkness, or perhaps he was the king of darkness himself. His footsteps were very light, making one think of a leopard in the jungle. In the dark night, his eyes shone brightly, sparkling like the stars in the dark sky.

  "You're back!"

  In the quiet room, she raised her soft and gentle tone with a faint joy, like a clear spring, and also like a soft light, making people's hearts lightly undulate.

  His eyes locked onto hers with precision in an instant.

  In the darkness, two eyes faced each other, neither of them could see very clearly.

  She stood there, clutching the hem of her nightgown, although she was somewhat used to his habitual silence, but still felt at a loss. He, however, seemed like a leopard that had suddenly spotted its prey, his eyes gleaming brighter, and he strode towards her in large strides, grabbed her arm, and pulled her into the bedroom.

  His movements were rough, she was caught off guard, couldn't keep up with his big strides, and was almost dragged along. In a state of complete ignorance of what had happened, he suddenly pushed her onto the bed. He seemed like a giant beast, heavily pressing down on top of her, his large palms instantly pressed against her fragile neck.

  She was frightened, her eyes wide open with a pair of shiny black pupils, looking at him in a fluster. His body reeked of strong alcohol, seemingly drunk, yet not drunk, for his eyes were exceptionally clear and cold, not the kind of turbidity that came after drinking. He pressed down on her, his eyes coldly staring at her, as if she had done something terribly wrong.

  She opened her mouth, her red lips moved, but she didn't know what to say.

  Under the dim yellow bedside lamp, a splash of white that didn't belong to the time slipped into Rong Ling's line of sight. He glanced sideways and saw the bunch of white roses on his bedside table, radiating a gentle and pure tenderness under the soft yellow light, inexplicably piercing his eyes!

  "Where did it come from?" He said in a low and heavy tone, with an increasingly ominous atmosphere like the calm before a storm.

  She followed his gaze and naturally saw the white rose that she had carefully placed on her bedside. The simple girl, simply admiring the beauty of the white rose, putting this beautiful thing on her own bedside, but never thought about the profound meaning behind the white rose, which would bring a great storm.

  She should have spoken up to explain, but it was just an instinctive intuition that made her red lips move, yet not a single word came out. Because she felt Yun Ling's anger, a surge of anger that came from nowhere.

  She didn't say anything, but that doesn't mean Rong Ling was clumsy.

  He coldly snorted, reached out and took the bunch of white roses, almost with a look of disgust, scowling and said in a harsh tone: "Sent by that little brat Feng Tan?!"

  He didn't want her answer at all, because he had already made up his mind. He released his grip on her, got down from the bed, picked up the flowers, walked to the window, opened it, and threw out the bunch of pure white roses like throwing away trash, flinging them far away.

  "Card wipe—"

  As the window was pulled back and closed tightly, Lin Meng's heart trembled slightly.

  "I thought you should recognize your identity!"

  He didn't know where the anger came from, and it still hadn't subsided. Looking at her face, her expression was tense, cold and cruel, barely concealing a ferociousness. He got back on top of her again, heavily pressing down on her, his single hand pinching her chin, forcing her to look up at him, the heavy force almost crushing her jawbone.

  "I don't like it when others touch my things, and I especially dislike it when they are hypocritical towards me. Didn't I tell you to leave? Why do you still want to hang out with that kid?"

  This is an interrogation.

  She frowned, her chin hurt by his pinch, but had to speak up to explain: "I was going back, but didn't catch the bus and ran into him!"

  "Then, can we openly go eat with him?!"

  He was like a giant dragon spewing flames of anger, the thick smell of alcohol invading her breath, making her even more afraid. The news about drunk men committing violent acts made her shudder with fear, and she began to struggle slightly.

  "I have no way to refuse!"

  "Pretext!" He lowered his head in shame and anger, biting her tender red lips fiercely. At that moment, he saw that she should have returned to the Yu Jin restaurant, but instead was with another man, a notorious playboy, and he was furious enough to want to tear her apart.

  "Do you like him, huh?"

  He hummed softly and kissed her red lips heavily. The hot air from his nostrils, along with the smell of alcohol, made her feel a bit dizzy.

  "No... nothing..."

  She weakly retorted, dodging his bites, her face slightly flushed with wine and annoyance, making that extremely delicate face even more enchanting. Her face was white, her eyes were black, her eyebrows were a pale blue-gray, and her lips were red, set against the warm yellow light of the lamp, beautiful as if she were a seductive spirit...

  He was slightly dazed for a moment, and in an instant, his eyes cleared up again.

  "What a beautiful face, no wonder it's so attractive!"

  In his ridicule, he reached out and easily tore her nightgown. This man probably had a bloodthirsty and warlike factor in his bones, extremely fond of using this barbaric method to strip off the clothes on her body.

  His eyes suddenly darkened, and his calm breathing became rapid.

  She couldn't adapt to this violent way, and in a panic, she stretched out her hand to pull the already torn sleeping gown to cover her delicate body.

  He gave a wicked smile, his fingers exerted a bit more force, and effortlessly stripped the nightgown off her body. With a casual flick of his wrist, he tossed the offending pink nightgown two meters away.