"Scum!" Gu Xiao'ai cursed loudly, turning her gaze to the window, refusing to even glance at him or listen to another word he said.
The insult rolled off her tongue effortlessly.
In the rearview mirror, her face was full of disdain and contempt.
Clearly, she was the weaker one here, yet she acted like a high and mighty princess, refusing to even look his way, as if he were something repulsive.
He liked her face, but he loathed the pride and arrogance on it.
She had already been defiled by him—what dignity was she holding on to?
A woman, after losing her virginity, no matter how beautiful, was nothing more than a used rag.
Li Juefeng's expression darkened, a storm brewing behind his cold gaze. The Ferrari sped into the vast grounds of a grand European-style villa. The footmen at the gate bowed, "Welcome back, Mr. Li."
After parking the car, Li Juefeng hoisted Gu Xiao'ai out of the back seat and carried her toward the villa.
Again with this.
How could this man be so barbaric? It wasn't like they were living in the Stone Age.
Dangling upside down on his shoulder, Gu Xiao'ai pounded his back in frustration, shouting angrily, "Beast! Scum! Put me down! Put me down!"
Li Juefeng ignored her completely.
The villa was enormous, designed in a European classical style that was both elegant and opulent. Maids busily cleaned here and there, but when they saw the two of them enter, they exchanged looks, bowed, and said, "Welcome back, Mr. Li."
…
How could they act like they saw nothing? Did he often bring women back like this?
The thought made Gu Xiao'ai feel even more disgusted, and she struggled harder. "Beast! What the hell do you want? I just want the video back! Let me down!"
Her fists pounded uselessly against him.
How could he be so arrogant?
Li Juefeng casually opened a door and threw her onto the large bed, his gaze sharp as he glared at her, his tone angry. "Have you gotten addicted to insulting me?"
Did she really think she was some kind of untouchable heiress?
Since he turned twenty, no one had dared speak to Li Juefeng like that. She had practically hurled every insult she could think of at him.
The moment she was free, Gu Xiao'ai quickly pulled out a stun gun from her crossbody bag and pointed it at him, glaring fiercely. "Li, don't you dare try anything! Give me the video, and I'll give you the memory card. Then we'll be even!"
The hatred and wariness on her face made him feel like there was a weight pressing on his chest, one that wouldn't lift no matter how hard he tried.
Gu Xiao'ai was furious, gritting her teeth, but she didn't dare provoke him any further.
As her clothes loosened, a white camisole was revealed, tightly hugging her soft curves.
Li Juefeng narrowed his mischievous eyes, amusement flashing in them. "Wearing so much? You've prepared so thoroughly, it would be a shame if I didn't do something about it."
With that, he lowered his head and captured her lips with precision.
His lips were scorching hot, and Gu Xiao'ai's whole body trembled, a paralyzing sensation spreading like an electric current. As though pleased with her reaction, Li Juefeng softened his kiss, his lips and tongue teasing hers gently.
A warm hand slid across her body, giving a tug and pulling down the camisole, leaving her exposed.
Didn't he say that if she stayed still, he wouldn't touch her?!
Cold sweat dripped from her forehead as his hands roamed over her. Panic-stricken, Gu Xiao'ai turned her face away from his lips. "Let go of me! Pervert! You said if I didn't curse at you…"
"Did I say if you didn't curse, I'd leave you alone?" Li Juefeng cut her off, his voice shameless and tainted with wickedness.
How could she be so naive?
A child raised in the protection of her family could never truly understand the nature of men.
Then, he would kindly help her grow up...
Li Juefeng's gaze deepened as he stared at her pale, anxious face. He forcefully restrained her head with one hand, pried open her mouth with his teeth, and slipped his nimble tongue inside, exploring and tasting with repeated strokes.
Sweet.
He had to admit, sometimes a simple meal was more appetizing than a feast.
But Gu Xiao'ai was not just some simple dish in his eyes.
She was a rich girl who once regarded him as nothing more than roadside trash, a girl so proud she wouldn't even give him a second glance, like a peacock strutting above everyone else. How could she just be a simple meal?
She didn't even remember him, but he had remembered her vividly. She had taught him the stark difference between the rich and the poor, the upper class and the lower class…
Hatred surged within him.
Breaking away from her lips, Gu Xiao'ai was left weak and gasping for breath, her swollen lips glistening with a sheen of debauchery.
Her gaze wandered, clearly disoriented by his kiss.
"Does it feel good to be r***d?" Li Juefeng sneered, turning her around.
With her hands still bound, she could only lean helplessly against the bed railing. Realizing what was happening, Gu Xiao'ai screamed, "You scumbag, let me go—ah!"
Gu Xiao'ai's hands were still bound as she leaned helplessly against the bed railing. Realizing what was happening, she screamed, "You b*st*rd, let go—ah!"
He had already forced himself into her body from behind, bending her legs to push deeper. Shameful tears welled up, but Gu Xiao'ai bit her lip hard, refusing to make a sound. Her bound hands clung tightly to the bed railing.
What difference did it make if a dog bit her once or twice?
That was all she could tell herself.
One day, she vowed, she would repay this debt, with interest.
The tremors of pain and humiliation coursed through her body, nearly making her cry out. But she held it in, biting back the pain. Her vision blurred, and soon, Gu Xiao'ai fainted, a light layer of sweat covering her face.
She fainted already?
Such a weak body—typical of a pampered rich girl.
Li Juefeng lost all interest and pulled himself away. Casually pressing the intercom, he gave a cold order, "Tong Ma, come in and give her a bath."
Without another word, he turned and headed to the bathroom for a shower.
The proud princess had been ruined by him. The satisfaction of it was beyond words. A cruel smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
When he came back, dressed in a black bathrobe, Gu Xiao'ai had already been cleaned by the maid, Tong Ma. She lay unconscious on the bed, dressed in a robe, her long black hair spread softly across the white pillow, and her face… still so pure and clean.
Li Juefeng sat down on the bed, his long legs casually crossed. He reached over and tossed aside her shoulder bag. A 1-yuan coin fell out, landing in his palm.
With a flick of his thumb, the coin flew up, tracing an arc in the air before landing back in his hand.
Memories came flooding back…
That year, he was just a troublemaking student at a rundown high school, an expert in fighting and brawling. Across the street from his school was the most expensive private school in the province.
After one fight, his clothes were in disarray as he stood by the roadside, wiping the blood from his mouth. Across the street, a group of middle school boys surrounded a girl dressed like a little princess as they walked out.
"Gu Xiao'ai, you look so pretty today."
"Gu Xiao'ai, I heard you've been riding in the Chu family's car lately. Are you close with him?"
"Gu Xiao'ai, I heard you like the sound of coins being thrown into wishing fountains. I brought a bunch of coins today—let's go to the park together…"
The group of boys surrounded the girl, who was dressed in a pristine white princess dress. Her long hair was pinned back with a butterfly clip, and there was a faint smile on her face as she listened to them with apparent delight. But even from a distance, he could see it—the pride and impatience in her eyes. She had no interest in these boys; she looked down on them, like a proud peacock standing above everyone else.
Suddenly, the girl glanced in his direction. She took a coin from one of the boys and walked toward him. Standing on her tiptoes, she tossed the coin into the pocket of his school shirt. Then, turning to the boys, she said, "If you have this much spare money, why not use it for charity and help the poor?"
Her tone was haughty, as if her words were the most natural thing in the world.
But it wasn't real sympathy—her gaze was full of disdain. After tossing the coin, she even pulled out a tissue to wipe her hands, as if afraid of getting dirty.
"Okay, okay, whatever Gu Xiao'ai says," the boys chimed in, laughing, and started throwing their pocket change at him.
Coins scattered all over the ground.
With his fighting skills, he could have easily taken these kids down without breaking a sweat. But this time, he didn't move. He just stood there.
"Hey, pick it up!"
"Yeah, we're giving you money. Hurry up and get down on the ground to pick it up!"
The boys shouted at him, their faces full of contempt.
The girl tossed the tissue aside and interrupted them with a smile. "Let's go. Poor people have pride too. How could he possibly pick it up with you all standing here?"
She never looked at him again as they left, surrounded by the boys like a princess among her admirers.
She hadn't said anything outright cruel. In fact, she had acted as if she were doing him a favor.
But it was the first time he had felt such a deep sense of shame—the kind of shame that came from having his dignity trampled on and ridiculed.
To her and her kind, the poor were nothing but beggars.
The people at the bottom existed only to highlight the nobility of those at the top.
It was just a chance encounter, but from that day on, Gu Xiao'ai's name was etched into his memory. It wasn't just a name anymore; it became a constant reminder of his status as an inferior being.
He never imagined, after all these years, that he would recognize her in an instant.
Perhaps it was that same natural arrogance and pride in her eyes that hadn't changed—although, in reality, she was so easily broken.
The ringing of his phone interrupted Li Juefeng's thoughts. It was his secretary, Wang Zhao, calling.
"Mr. Li, I've finished the investigation you asked for about Gu Xiao'ai."
"Speak."