King of hell

Wan Jia looked at his disappearing back. Although she felt bad that he had stormed off on her, who could she blame? She was the one at fault and he had only acted like any normal person would. She had hurt him too much this time.

Perhaps if she apologized he would change his mind? Who was she kidding? Even she herself wouldn't forgive herself if she were him. She went to her room in tears and started packing her things. She only packed those she had bought herself and left those Lu Aotian had bought for her. They were too luxurious.

She wiped away her tears and was just about to open the door when it was opened from outside.

She looked up at the icy cold face. She could swear that he looked scary enough to give her two months worth of nightmares. Before this, she had always laughed at other people who encountered his scary side when they messed up his business. Was this karma coming back at her too soon?

Wan Jia even dared to think that if he wasn't looking that scary, she would dare to think that he had changed his mind.

"Why are you still here?" As if the face wasn't cold enough, his voice sounded like the King of Hell calling out her sins one by one just before passing eternal judgement on her. She looked down, not daring to look into those scary eyes.

"Do you want me to ask a second time?" He sounded even colder this time.

"I... I was just leaving." her voice was just as shaky as her body.

Yet she made an extremely bold move.

"C-Can I say goodbye to Little Jia?"

"No."

"Oh..." As expected. He wasn't going to trust her around his daughter for even one second again. Besides, the little girl would obviously cry if she said that she was leaving and the last thing he probably wanted to see was his precious princess' tears. Of course her tears was just one thing. She would also insist to have her mother stay and he was totally powerless against her.

That little girl could exaggerate her sadness so much that no single person would hesitate to give her all the nations in the world if she wanted them.

He suddenly took her hand while she was still engrossed in her thoughts. Before her fogged brain could even register what was going on, he released the bag from her hand and dragged her behind him.

Wan Jia "...."

What's going on? As if irritated that she was walking too slowly, he turned around and lifted her onto his shoulder.

Wan Jia "...." You should at least give a warning before carrying people off like that, ok?

This was much different from how he used to carry her off when they were together. Wan Jia scolded herself for even thinking about such a happy memory at this time but she continued to remember it anyway.

From the first time he ever carried her, he would always sweep her off the floor every time he saw her. It didn't matter whether she was in the kitchen, study room, garden, balcony or even bathroom.

When she asked him why he kept doing that, his reply was that she smelt so nice and felt so light and soft that he always wanted to embrace her like a cute little doll.

Wan Jia was placed on a chair before she realised where they were. The interrogation room on the underground.

Lu Aotian seemed to have a thing for interrogation rooms. He had one each in all company buildings and even his villa was the only house in Southside Villas that had one.

He was going to interrogate her? She suddenly felt nervous. Was he going to treat her like those moles and traitors he tortured to make them tell the truth?

Lu Aotian's psychological warfare was top notch and even spies who were sent to his company were always afraid of getting caught alive. Most of them even chose to commit suicide when they got discovered. They would rather die than live forever in psychological trauma. He wasn't really going to do that to her, was he?

He sat opposite her with a devilish presence.

"I'm trusting you for the last time." he put a lot of emphasis on 'last time' before shooting her a glance.

Those eyes... were those really the same eyes that looked at her with love and tenderness?

"I... I....I..." She felt her tongue stuck and teeth chatter a little.

The man opposite her relaxed his glare a little when he saw how frightened she was. She looked like a lamb ready for slaughter with goosebumps all over her skin.

"Tell me everything." This wasn't the time to feel pity on her.

"What-what are you talking about?" What was 'everything'? Would this man's mouth hurt if he said something clearer? He was really going to treat her like a spy.

Lu Aotian was getting impatient.

After lashing out his anger on her, he calmed down a little and thought about her actions in detail. This girl obviously loved him, but she would rather take their daughter away on her own than be with him, when she obviously knew the latter was the tripple win situation for him, her and Little Jia.

Also, she didn't seem to be afraid of getting discovered. Or perhaps she was afraid of something else and he wasn't half as scary to her as that thing she dreaded.

After going hacking, he had found out that she had told Yun Xuan something about emigrating with her daughter. Thus he was sure this wasn't just her decision. She was under pressure.

"Are you going to talk?!" He whipped out a box of needles from somewhere.

Wan Jia's eyes widened. Was he going to stick those into her fingernails? She felt so much pain just from thinking about it that she burst into tears.