After a while, Xia Qingan loosened her grip. She was on the verge of collapsing. Tears fell uncontrollably and soon wetted the ground.
"Have you vented your hatred?"
Lu Xuhan said in a cold voice as if the back of his bleeding hand was not his.
"If you have vented your hatred, go back to your room."
He had never seen Xia Qingan so desperate, so dazzling, for another man.
But her reaction showed that she knew she couldn't escape.
Xia Qingan let go of his hand, but he stared at her without doing anything else.
Was he waiting for her answer?
He couldn't let her go.
"If... If Lu Xiuyuan is not here... I will commit suicide!"
This was not what he wanted to hear. His eyes became much more frightening in an instant.
"You don't want to live? Xia Qingan, even if you die for him, I won't let you be buried with Lu Xiuyuan. In this life, in the next life, you can't be with him."
With that, he picked up Xia Qingan with one hand and took her back to the villa in a strange posture.
With a bang, the door was kicked open.
She was thrown to the bed. Before she could struggle, her hands were grabbed by the man. Her dress was quickly torn in half and thrown down.
He asked, "Xia Qingan, don't you want it?"
The crystal lamp on the ceiling reflected in Xia Qingan's eyes. She didn't want to recall what had happened in the garden house for the rest of her life. She suddenly pushed away Lu Xuhan and was pressed under him again the next second.
"Don't you answer me?"
He was forcing her to answer.
If she didn't answer…
Xia Qingan said almost quickly, "I don't want it anymore. I don't want it anymore..."
No?
She probably didn't know that in his eyes, it meant that she wanted it.
"But I want it."
The sound of unzipping came through. Xia Qingan tried her best to get rid of him, but it was in vain.
"It hurts..."
The most direct reaction of her body made Xia Qingan cry out in pain.
At the end of the torture, the dark brown bloodstains on the white sheet were particularly conspicuous. Xia Qingan was lying quietly. If there were not occasional ups and downs in her heart, people who saw her would probably think that she was dead.
After changing his clothes, he stood by the bed. The depression on his face disappeared a lot. He took a look at Xia Qingan on the bed and left in heavy steps.
"Clean her up."
At the door, the servant was about to enter the room, but she found the blood on his hand. She couldn't help saying, "Sir, the wound..."
"Do as I say," said Lu Xuhan impatiently.
Hearing this, the servant immediately went into the room in silence.
There was a faint smell of blood in the room, and the servants' faces remained unchanged. When they saw Xia Qingan lying on the bed and unable to get up, they were even more indifferent. As usual, they sent her into the bathroom and then cleaned the room.
Seeing so much dark brown blood on the sheet, a servant couldn't help but worry.
"These bloodstains... should we call Qin Yue? If anything happens to her, we will be the ones to suffer."
"I've checked it just now. I'm afraid the blood is Mr. Lu Xuhan's."
Said the servant who was bathing Xia Qingan.
The others widened their eyes.
In the early morning, Lu Xuhan returned to the villa.
"Sir, Miss Xia Qingan is in the room today. We can't wake her up."
He nodded and went upstairs. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked at Xia Qingan's pale face and let his fingertips slide on her face unconsciously.
Then he turned around and went to the bathroom.
During the day, Xia Qingan had left a lot of wounds on his body. It seemed that she no longer suppressed her hatred for him and hit him particularly hard.
Looking at the blood on his shirt, with an expressionless face, he withdrew his gaze, quickly washed it, and went out.
Lying on the big bed, Xia Qingan's short breath came to his ears. He raised her hand to feel her forehead, which was very hot.
Xia Qingan knew that she was in a dream, otherwise, why did she see Lu Xiuyuan? The beautiful scenes of the past constantly reappeared in her dream.
But happiness was always temporary. She dreamed that on Lu Xiuyuan's birthday, she lost her most precious thing. She was screaming in pain, but she couldn't stop it. That day was an eternal nightmare.
"Don't touch me!"
Sitting up from the bed, Xia Qingan saw where she was through tears.
It was like a tight cage, and she couldn't escape.
"Madam, you must be hungry after sleeping for so long. I'll ask the kitchen to prepare something to eat."
The servant's voice sounded gentle and respectful.
Xia Qingan remembered that she had never been kind to her before.
"Who are you calling?" she asked.
"Of course, it's you," the servant replied quickly.
" Madam, you have been sick for a few days. Mr. Lu Xuhan cares about you so much that he is almost sick to stay by your bed."
But Xia Qingan didn't believe it. "He's with me? Is he so free?"
That man would never be so good to her.
The servant's smile froze on her face.
"Mr. Lu Xuhan is busy with his work, but he cares about you in his heart."
With an unreadable smile, Xia Qingan pretended to get out of bed.
"These are the slippers I prepared for you."
The servant helped Xia Qingan put on her shoes.
"I can't close the curtain anymore. Mrs. Xia Qingan needs some fresh air now."
Another servant said.
Soon, the sun shone in, which made Xia Qingan's eyes sore. She looked away and asked, "What date is it today?"
" June 9th."
Five days had passed.
Seeing that Xia Qingan couldn't open her eyes because of the sunlight, the senior servant immediately said with dissatisfaction, " Edward, madam's eyes are uncomfortable. Pull up the transparent veil."
"Yes... I'll pull it up right now," said Edward in a panic.
Xia Qingan didn't want to hear they called her Madam.
It seemed that everyone was reminding her that Lu Xuhan had done something and said something in front of Lu Xiuyuan.
She knew her identity. As the young master of the Lu family, Lu Xuhan would never marry her.
She was even lower than the lowest servant here.
She was just a pet at the mercy of others.
It suddenly occurred to Xia Qingan that the way she called her madam didn't have a real identity, which made her a "wife" in a name as a joke.
In that case, he wouldn't hold a wedding ceremony with her. He said that he wanted Lu Xiuyuan to bless her in person, which might be one of the methods to torture her.
At the thought of that moment, Xia Qingan felt so pathetic that she thought that he would marry her.
"Could you tell me your name?" Xia Qingan stopped thinking and looked at the servant who was putting on her shoes.
The servant quickly replied, "Madam, my name is Zhao Yuelan."
In this villa, Lu Xuhan had an absolute position. He didn't care what the servant's name was because, in his eyes, it was the same. As long as he snorted, someone would serve him in fear.
Xia Qingan was the first one to ask Zhao Yuelan's name since she had worked here for several years.
"Okay, I'll call you Zhao Yuelan."
Xia Qingan looked at her flat stomach and said, "I want to eat something. Is there some in the kitchen?"
Zhao Yuelan was in her thirties and looked a little mean. Perhaps it was because she always pulled a long face in the past, but today seeing her smiling all the time dispelled many of the previous unhappiness.
Hearing Xia Qingan's words, she quickly replied, "Of course, I've prepared a lot, because I'm afraid that you'll suddenly wake up and want to eat something."