Chapter 64: Zhu Yuan, You Are Mine

After Zhu Yuan was forbidden from leaving, she was supported by two maids as she returned to the master bedroom on the second floor.

Those two maids were at least one meter seventy tall, sturdily built, and likely trained in martial arts.

She was completely unable to leave this place.

"Miss Zhu, please sleep for a while; when you wake up, Young Master Sheng will be back."

At the mention of Sheng Yu, Zhu Yuan suddenly clenched her fingers.

She watched helplessly as the door to the master bedroom closed.

Zhu Yuan heard a faint movement, hurriedly got up, hopped on one foot to the door, and twisted the doorknob.

It wouldn't turn.

It had been locked from the outside.

Sheng Yu intended to keep her under house arrest here.

This was the Hot Spring Villa; even if her foot hadn't been sprained, it would have been difficult for her to leave on her own, let alone with her foot swollen so severely.

Now that Sheng Yu had given the order, this house was guarded strictly inside and out.

Her cell phone was not on her person either.

Zhu Yuan glanced at the large bed, but did not walk over to it; instead, she went to the sofa and sat down.

The sofa was soft, and after sinking into it and resting for a while, she was ultimately unable to resist the drowsiness; her eyelids fluttered a few times before closing completely.

Her struggle with the wild wolf in the morning had exhausted all her strength.

A faint breeze drifted in through the window that hadn't been closed tightly, and the sunlight slanting in fell upon her bandaged hand resting at her side; her fingertips were pale, delicate, and tender, tinged with a faint pink.

She dreamed of Lu Huaizhan again.

In truth, she rarely dreamed of Lu Huaizhan; in her impression, Lu Huaizhan did not like her, he had merely accepted her status.

In the dream, Lu Huaizhan was just as he usually was, calling her by her full name, ordering her to pour water one moment, ordering her to fetch him a coat the next, and even making her taste the snacks the servants had just bought to see if they were good, saying he wouldn't eat them if they weren't.

Yet in his diary, these details of him tirelessly ordering her around were all because he wanted to spend more time with her.

Those snacks had been bought specifically for her to eat.

Lu Huaizhan was standing at the desk writing calligraphy as he usually did.

"Come here, I will teach you."

Lu Huaizhan held her hand, patiently guiding her.

They were standing very close, almost pressed together seamlessly.

The man's breath gradually wandered between her neck and ears.

A strong sense of aggression washed over her.

This wasn't Lu Huaizhan!

Lu Huaizhan would not treat her this way.

Zhu Yuan turned her head abruptly; Lu Huaizhan's face had somehow changed into Sheng Yu's.

The man's dark eyes, like the night, revealed a dangerous luster; he gave a cold laugh, his warm, dry fingers pinching her chin, and he kissed her without a word of protest.

"Zhu Yuan, you are mine!"

Zhu Yuan struggled and woke up in a fright, gasping for air, her entire body soaked in sweat.

She stared at the gray ceiling, taking a long while to fully break free from the dream.

It turned out that it had already grown dark.

The sound of a car engine reached her ears, and a beam of light shone in from the floor-to-ceiling window.

Not long after, she heard movement near the door.

Zhu Yuan turned over to face the sofa and closed her eyes, pretending she was still asleep.

Lying on her side at this angle, she had the illusion that she could hear her heartbeat pressing against her eardrums.

Thump, thump, thump—

It beat faster and faster.

A gaze with an extremely strong presence landed on her, overbearing, scorching, and full of aggression.

Zhu Yuan bit down hard on the inside of her lip.

She waited until the man's footsteps moved toward the bathroom.

Before long, the sound of rushing water came from inside.

The bathroom door was not closed.

All of Zhu Yuan's attention was on the sound of the water; she knew exactly when it would stop.

She even heard Sheng Yu's footsteps heading toward the walk-in closet.

Suddenly, her hair was brushed aside by a large hand.

Zhu Yuan's entire body stiffened.

The man's fingers, fresh from bathing, carried a warm, damp moisture; his fingertips crawled slowly from her neck, up past her ears and cheeks, and finally landed on her lips.

The man's slightly rough thumb rubbed against her lips with a force that was neither too light nor too heavy.

Suddenly, the buttons on her chest were undone.

Zhu Yuan grabbed that hand abruptly and opened her eyes to meet the face from her dream just moments ago.

The man's deep brows and eyes revealed a trace of mockery.

"Why not keep pretending?"

The hand Zhu Yuan used to grab his wrist was countered and held by him.

He took her wrist and placed it by his lips, opening his mouth to bite down lightly.

Zhu Yuan frowned, eager to pull her hand away.

However, Sheng Yu pressed her hands above her head, a fierce look in his eyes, and lowered his head to bite her lower lip.

"Ah—"

Zhu Yuan cried out in pain.

The man's tongue took the opportunity to force its way into her mouth.

"Don't touch..."

Her words were swallowed up by the man.

Zhu Yuan was trapped between the sofa and his chest.

The two of them sank deeper and deeper into the sofa.

His body, having just bathed, was damp and warm, and the slightly open collar of his black bathrobe and his scorching chest almost made it impossible for her to breathe.

She used all her strength to push him away, but his body was like a great mountain that could not be shaken at all.

The man finally released her lips, but kissed his way downwards.

Zhu Yuan burst into tears, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger, "Don't touch me!"

In the dim light, the man pinched her cheeks, "Are you trying to remain chaste for the dead Lu Huaizhan, or do you want to build a memorial arch for your chastity?"

"It's a pity that you and Lu Huaizhan were only engaged; it's not your turn to remain chaste for him!"

He sneered and bit her neck, his hoarse voice saying slowly: "What were you thinking about this afternoon to be so distracted that you even forgot to use that pack of sanitary pads at the bathroom door, hmm?"

Zhu Yuan's stiff body could not stop trembling.

She lost her composure and forgot to keep up her pretense in front of him.

Realizing what the man was about to do, she panicked completely.

"No, no—"

Zhu Yuan struggled violently, ignoring the sprain on her foot to kick him.

Sheng Yu grabbed her ankle in one hand and pressed her leg to the side, causing her to completely lose the strength to resist.

"Lu Huaizhan was truly blind to call someone like you a brother." She said this with tears in her eyes, unusually calm.

"And to think the person he trusted most was you!"

"So it really is because of Lu Huaizhan." The man's cold voice rang out above her head.

Those deep, dark eyes showed not a trace of lust, only an bottomless black.

"For that five hundred thousand, you didn't hesitate to fight a wild wolf; it wasn't to pay me back quickly, you wanted to use that five hundred thousand to trade for the card Lu Huaizhan prepared for you that's in my hands, right?"

For another man, she didn't even want her own life.

Heh.

He ruthlessly dragged her up, his fingers stroking her long hair, his thin lips pressed against her ear, like lovers whispering intimately.

His gentle voice, yet every word dripped with cruelty: "Too bad, I threw that card in the trash can; it's probably in some landfill now, and you will never get it."

Zhu Yuan's pupils constricted sharply, and she stared at his face, dazed.

She hadn't said anything, so how did he know she already knew about Lu Huaizhan's card?

"I didn't know that even when Lu Huaizhan was sick, he didn't forget to write in his diary every day."

"What did you say..."

Zhu Yuan's voice came to an abrupt halt.

She saw Sheng Yu reach out and pick up a red-brown leather-bound diary from the coffee table.