Mi Yao felt nauseated as she picked up the teapot and walked away.
"Yaoyao, wait a moment." Liu Chuan blocked her path.
Mi Yao stopped, her gaze icy. "What do you want?"
"Hehe, Yaoyao, what do you think I could possibly want? I'm your uncle. Why are you guarding against me as if I were a thief? Here, this is for you." Liu Chuan handed a gold card to Mi Yao.
Mi Yao didn't accept it. "What is this?"
"Money, two million."
Mi Yao found it laughable. When had this man ever been so kind-hearted?
"What do you want?"
Liu Chuan rubbed his hands together eagerly, leering at Mi Yao's delicate face. "Yaoyao, why are you so stubborn, marrying that dead man Feng Zhengyu? I know you're short of money. Your dad's medical expenses need two million. Now I'm offering you two million. From now on, follow me, and I'll take care of you."
Mi Yao's eyes widened in disbelief. She had not expected the man in front of her to be so sleazy, her own uncle at that.
"Uncle, do you want to take care of me? Does Auntie know about this?"
"Don't mention that old hag. She's old; how can she compare to you? Yaoyao, look at your skin, so soft and tender, it makes one itch with desire. Besides, what's the point of marrying a dead man? Can he satisfy you? The nights are short, and you must feel so lonely. Let Uncle take good care of you; I guarantee you won't regret it!"
"Ptui!" Mi Yao spat at him, cursing, "Scum! You make me feel sick to my stomach!"
"You!" Liu Chuan's eyes flashed fiercely. "Mi Yao, this is a case of refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. Do you want me to use force? Watch how I teach you a lesson today."
With that, Liu Chuan lunged forward and embraced Mi Yao.
Mi Yao struggled fiercely. "Get off! Take your filthy hands off me!"
The moment Liu Chuan held onto Mi Yao, he lost control. The 20-year-old girl was slim and supple like willow branches, and her body radiated a faint youthful fragrance. It was simply too exciting.
"My sweetheart, just give in to me. Let me kiss you; I'll make you feel good." Liu Chuan held her, rubbing himself against Mi Yao forcefully.
Mi Yao felt like vomiting. She remembered the man from this morning who had defiled her, utterly filthy.
"Let me go; this is a hospital. I'm going to scream for help loudly..."
Before she could finish, a sharp female voice rang out, "What are you doing?"
Mi Yao looked up to see her aunt, Mi Shuilan.
Liu Chuan moved faster than a rabbit. He quickly let go of Mi Yao and started making excuses, "Wife, let me explain; it was her, she seduced me. She said she would sleep with me for one night in exchange for two million."
Mi Yao's teeth itched with hate. This vile and revolting man had the audacity to blame her first.
"Auntie, it's not like that, he..."
"Slap!" In a flash, Mi Shuilan rushed forward and slapped Mi Yao across the face.
Mi Yao's face turned sideways from the impact, blood even seeping from the corner of her mouth.
"You sly little witch, little slut, daring to set your sights on my man? He is your uncle. How did our Mi Family give birth to such a shameless daughter as you? You might as well be dead!" Mi Shuilan stood with her hands on her hips, cursing like a shrew.
Mi Yao covered her face with her hand. Was this really her aunt?
Throughout her life, her father had never been willing to lay a finger on her, and now her aunt, without any investigation, had hit her and scolded her with such ugly words?
Hah, she wasn't her aunt at all!