Late-Blooming Fury

tered curses under her breath, but as an adult, she couldn't possibly stoop to arguing with a child. To do so would only make her seem petty and invite ridicule.After a moment's thought, she swiftly r...When Rong Ling returned, it was almost midnight. The door creaked open – a very soft sound, so subtle that most people wouldn't have noticed. However, Lin Meng had been waiting, so she caught the sound effortlessly.

She suddenly sat up in bed, hesitated for a moment, then lifted the covers and got out of bed. Under the dim light of the bedside lamp, she walked out of the room.

There were no lights outside the house. Rong Ling entered without turning any on. He seemed very accustomed to this darkness, or perhaps he was the king of darkness himself. His footsteps were light, increasingly reminiscent of a leopard in the jungle. In the darkness, his eyes shone brightly, like stars in the night.

"You're back!"

In the tranquil room, her voice, tinged with a gentle joy, rose like a spring stream, or perhaps a soft ray of light, causing one's heart to ripple gently.

His eyes locked onto her with pinpoint accuracy in an instant.

In the darkness, two eyes met, each struggling to see the other clearly.

She stood there, twisting her sleep gown nervously. Although she was somewhat used to his habitual silence, she still felt at a loss for words. He, however, seemed like a leopard that had suddenly discovered its prey, his eyes shining brighter and brighter. He took a sudden stride towards her, grabbed her arm, and dragged her into the bedroom.

His movements were rough, and she was caught off guard, unable to keep up with his long strides. She was almost dragged along by him. She had no idea what was happening as he suddenly pushed her onto the bed.

He pressed down on her like a beast, his big hand immediately clamping onto her vulnerable neck.

She was terrified, her black eyes wide with alarm as she stared at him frantically. He reeked of alcohol, seemingly drunk yet not quite drunk, for his gaze was unnaturally clear and cold, lacking the blurriness of inebriation. He pinned her down, his eyes piercingly cold as he stared at her, as if she had committed some unforgivable sin.

She opened her mouth, her red lips moved, but she didn't know what to say.

Under the hazy glow of the bedside lamp, a splash of incongruous white caught Rong Ling's gaze. He squinted and saw the single white rose on the bedside table. In the soft yellow light, it exuded a tender purity that pierced his eyes with an inexplicable sting!

"Where are you from" he growled deeply, increasingly giving off an air of impending doom.

She followed his gaze and naturally saw the white rose she had carefully placed on her bedside. The innocent girl, with simple admiration, appreciated the beauty of this white rose, placing this beautiful thing at her bedside, but never thought that the profound meaning behind the white rose would bring a storm.

She should have spoken up, it was just an instinctive impulse that made her red lips twitch, but not a single word came out. (..tw) Because she felt Rong Ling's anger, a rage that seemed to come from nowhere.

She doesn't speak, but that doesn't mean she is foolish.

He let out a cold snort, reached out to take the bouquet of white roses, and frowned in almost disgust. "From that Feng Tan kid!" he growled.

He didn't care about her answer at all, because he had already decided on the answer. He loosened his grip on her, got off the bed, picked up the flowers, walked to the window, opened it, and threw the bunch of pure white roses out the window like garbage, flinging them far away.

"Click!"

As the window was pulled shut, Lin Meng's heart trembled.

"I think you should recognize your identity!"

He didn't know where the anger came from, it still hadn't subsided. Looking at her face, her features were taut, cold and cruel, yet unable to hide the ferocity. He got back onto the bed, pressing down on her heavily. With one hand, he gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at him. The force was so heavy, it almost crushed her jawline.

I hate it when people touch my things, and I hate it even more when they pretend to agree with me but then do the opposite. Didn't I tell you to go back Why are you hanging around with that guy!

This could be considered an interrogation.

She frowned, her chin pinched painfully, but she had to explain. "I was going back, but I couldn't catch a ride, and then I ran into him!"

Then, you can openly go have a meal with him!

He erupted like a raging T-Rex, his thick breath of alcohol invading her every inhale, making her fear intensify. News stories about drunk men committing violence flashed through her mind, causing her to tremble and begin to struggle slightly.

"I can't refuse!"

“Excuse me!” He lowered his head in shame and anger, biting her soft, red lips harshly. Seeing that she, who should have returned to the Yu Jin Hotel obediently, was with another man, a notorious one at that, he felt a surge of fury that made him want to rip her to shreds.

"Do you like him, huh"

He hummed softly, biting down hard on her red lips. The hot air he exhaled, mingled with the scent of alcohol, made her a little dizzy.

"No... there's nothing..."

She weakly refuted, dodging his bites, her face flushed slightly from the alcohol and annoyance, making that already exquisitely beautiful face even more alluring. Her skin was white, her eyes black, her brows a shade of Qingyan color, her lips red, bathed in the dim yellow light, she was beautiful like a demon, captivatingly so...

He was momentarily lost in thought, but then his eyes returned to their cold clarity.

"With such a beautiful face, it's no wonder she attracts so many admirers!"

In the mockery, he reached out and effortlessly tore at her nightgown. This man probably had bloodthirsty and warlike tendencies in his bones, taking an extreme pleasure in stripping her naked in such a savage manner.

The light pink nightgown, once torn, instantly revealed the body beneath, pale as a crescent moon. It was so white that it seemed to glow. His eyes darkened in an instant, and his even breathing became rapid.

She couldn't adapt to this violent manner, panicked and reached out to tug at her ripped nightgown, trying to cover her delicate body.

He gave a malicious smile, his fingers tightening their grip as he effortlessly ripped the nightgown from her body. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the offending pink garment two meters away.

She instinctively reached out to cover her naked body, but her hands were easily brushed aside by him. The difference in physical strength between men and women was inherent from birth, exacerbated by the fact that the man she faced was many times stronger than an ordinary man. Therefore, her attempt at concealment was futile.

He swiftly drew out his belt, and somehow, in a matter of seconds, he easily bound her hands with it, hoisting her high above his head. This pose, resembling Jesus's crucifixion, made her feel humiliated. She wanted to beg for mercy, but when she met his violent gaze, she couldn't utter a word. All she could do was bite her lip, her eyes, now sour with the sudden sting of tears, watching him silently in resignation.

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