YOUR MAN

Ye Ling's stomach was in severe discomfort. She hadn't eaten anything all day and was vomiting only acid, which burned her throat and made tears roll down her face involuntarily. She crouched beside a garbage bin, suddenly overwhelmed with sadness. How did she end up living like this?

Sheng Junlie was already in a bad mood, and seeing her crouched there crying made his handsome face darken. A flash of darkness passed through his deep pupils. He strode forward and grabbed her wrist, forcefully pulling her up from the ground. "Why are you crying? You're just ignoring what I said and feeling sorry for yourself, aren't you?"

Ye Ling was already feeling terrible, and she didn't expect him to be there, mocking her. "Sheng Junlie, I hate you. Can't you just disappear from my sight?" Ye Ling's nose was red from crying, and although she was terrified of him, she couldn't help but scratch at him.

Sheng Junlie's eyes were filled with anger, and the moment she said those words, any softness he had felt before disappeared. "You hate me? Then who do you like, Chu Qin?" Sheng Junlie was furious and dragged her forcefully into a dark corner. His grip was so tight that it felt like he was about to crush her wrist. "Good, very good. Today, I'll show you who your man really is!"

Ye Ling had never seen Sheng Junlie like this before. He seemed like he was going to devour her. As she watched him drag her into a secluded corner, she felt her hands and feet go cold. What was he going to do?

"What are you doing? Help, help me..." Ye Ling's voice was barely out of her mouth when Sheng Junlie covered it with his hand. She was petite and weak, and no match for Sheng Junlie. She struggled for a few moments before he dragged her into the corner.

With a tearing sound, her little black dress was ripped off by the man.

Sheng Junlie's originally pitch-black eyes turned particularly bloodshot at this moment. His fierce gaze made his face look especially terrifying, like a fierce ghost in the hell of endless suffering.

"Ye Ling, remember this, I am your man!"

He hated betrayal the most in his life. Even if this woman was not the one he loved, he had used her, so she was his. He couldn't tolerate her being entangled with her ex-lover.

"Ah!"

Ye Ling's stomach was burning with pain. She bit her lip tightly, afraid to make a sound, for fear of attracting the guests in the banquet hall to come and watch.

Sheng Junlie was like a raging storm, ravaging the fragile little sapling.

Ye Ling curled up in the corner, wrapped in a smoky gray suit.

Sheng Junlie always showed his thoughtfulness at inappropriate times, which made his previous violence even more ironic.

Ye Ling took a long time to recover before she stood up with her tired and sore body. Just as she walked out of the darkness, she saw Ye Mother walking over from the corridor.

She panicked and tried to retreat back to the corner to hide, but it was too late.

"Little Ling, I've been looking for you everywhere. Why did you come here to hide?" Ye Mother's eyes lit up when she saw her and she walked over quickly.

When she got closer, Ye Mother saw the suit wrapped around her body. Her hair was messy, there were still tears on her face, her lips were swollen and broken, and her neck was covered in visible marks.

As someone who had been through it, she immediately understood what had just happened.

Instead of worrying, she was happy. "Junlie really loves you. He can't even hold back at a banquet. Little Ling, let me tell you, you have to hold onto him tightly."

"Mom!" Ye Ling was physically and mentally exhausted. Her mother's thought process was always different from normal people's. She didn't expect her to see the violence that Sheng Junlie had just inflicted on her, but at least she shouldn't say anything cold here. "I'm a bit tired, I'll go back first."

Mother Ye saw that her skirt was torn to shreds, but luckily her suit was long enough to barely cover her graceful body. "Why is your stomach so unreliable?" she asked in frustration.

Ye Ling couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"It's been three years. If that child hadn't been lost, he could have been running around by now," Mother Ye grew angrier as she thought about it. She slapped Ye Ling hard on the back, "It's all your fault. You can't even keep a child. What use are you?"

Ye Ling's legs were weak and almost fell to the ground from her mother's slap. She steadied herself and tears rolled down her cheeks.

She couldn't hold back her grievances, "Child, child, you talk about it every day. If you like children so much, why don't you have one yourself?"

"What did you say?" Mother Ye was furious, "I urged you to have a child for whose sake? The Sheng family was willing to marry you because you were pregnant with their eldest grandson. But you lost the six-month-old fetus. Junlie didn't divorce you, and it's already a blessing for our Ye family ancestors."

Ye Ling's eyes turned red. If it were someone else who said this to her, she could bear it. But even her own mother was saying this. It wasn't her who climbed onto Sheng Junlie's bed back then.

She took a deep breath and suppressed the sourness that was surging out of her heart. "Yes, I should be grateful, cherish my blessings, and serve him well, holding onto this golden thigh."

Mother Ye finally noticed that something was wrong with her daughter's emotions. She looked at her expression, "Little Ling, did you have a fight with Junlie?"

"What can we argue about?" Ye Ling sneered in her heart. She and Sheng Junlie couldn't argue at all. He could crush her unilaterally with violence.

As he put it, if she didn't agree, he would "do" until she agreed.

Mother Ye breathed a sigh of relief and the topic returned to the child, "Look how cute Xiao Liu is. You and Junlie should have one quickly. You both look so good-looking, and your child will definitely be very beautiful."

Ye Ling didn't want to listen to her mother's nagging about children anymore. She turned around and walked towards the hotel entrance.

"Hey, Little Ling, are you listening to me? If you want to stand firm in the Sheng family, you have to give them a grandchild..." Mother Ye's words were cut off as she bumped into Ye Ling's back.

Ye Ling was about to be driven crazy by them. Mrs. Sheng was pressuring her to have a child, and her mother was also pressuring her to have a child. But why didn't they ask Sheng Junlie if he wanted a child or not?

She turned around abruptly, her eyes red as she stared at Mother Ye. "Don't push me, I can't give birth, not in this lifetime. Are you satisfied?"

Mother Ye was frightened by her hysterical appearance. She was about to say something when she noticed a man standing behind Ye Ling, whom she didn't know when he had arrived.

Her face changed slightly, and she hurriedly greeted him. "Jun, Junlie, Little Ling is talking nonsense. Don't take it to heart."

Sheng Junlie's face was gloomy as he walked step by step towards Ye Ling. His nearly two-meter height gave people a strong sense of oppression.

"What did you just say? Say it again!"