Mr. Zhan, please stop being abusive, Miss Zhuang has been reborn.

Zhan Yan picked up the suit jacket from the floor and put it on the chair, "What are you crazy about again?" Seeing her reddish eyes, his eyes dimmed and he explained: "She is just my assistant, you should know her."

His words were a double entendre, as if he was hiding something else.

Zhuang Mingyue's body stiffened, and Zhan Yan looked at her as if he wanted to see through her.

Zhuang Mingyue sneered: "Does it have anything to do with me who she is? I told you to get out because I simply think you are dirty and disgusting!"

As long as a woman catches his eye, the banquet will always be open to all.

It's just that he makes people feel sick like this.

"If you don't leave, then I will."

There was no way she could become the laughing stock in Song Qiqi's eyes in front of them again.

Zhuang Mingyue picked up her bag and passed him to walk out. Zhan Yan did not stop her, but unbuttoned the metal buckle around her waist, loosened her belt, put on a white bathrobe, and went to the bathroom in slippers.

Zhuang Mingyue opened the door and saw bodyguards guarding the door. She closed the door angrily.

There was no way she could run away, jump out of the window? This is the 88th floor.

The scene in front of him made his eyes turn cold. There was a pool of blood on the ground that had not yet dried up. The mirror fragments fell to the ground. Zhan Yan frowned.

In the end, Zhanyan had someone come in and clean up.

The room attendant, after cleaning the bathroom, walked out without shaking his head.

There was a depressing atmosphere in the room. Zhuang Mingyue was sitting in front of the dressing mirror with an expressionless face. The man was right behind her, his face was gloomy, and his breath was so cold that it made people tremble.

"...thinking about the threat of self-harm again, do you want me to let you go?"

Zhuang Mingyue: "I don't know what you are talking about."

Zhanyan's voice was cold: "What's going on with the blood in the bathroom?"

Zhuang Mingyue said numbly: "It's a nosebleed. I accidentally broke the mirror when I took the paper."

"Hurry over after washing. Don't stay here. It's not appropriate. I also need to rest."

The next second, Zhuang Mingyue was caught off guard and was picked up and walked towards the bathroom.

"You put me down!"

"I'll stay at your place tonight."

"I do not need."

"...Be good, okay?"

Zhan Yan coaxed her softly.

When the attendants were cleaning the bathtub, they sprinkled rose petals in it and lit aromatherapy.

After four years of not seeing each other, Zhuang Mingyue had lost all her youthfulness. Now she has long, beautiful features.

Zhuang Mingyue stared at him, "Aren't you afraid that she will know what you have done?"

Zhan Yan put his hands on both sides of the stage, "Why are you afraid that she will know?" His voice was low and hoarse.

Also, Song Qiqiu and Zhan Yan are the same kind of people. Even if she is Zhan Yan's mistress, she never minds the presence of other women around Zhan Yan.

But she's not...

"Isn't she your adopted mistress?" She said this as if her heart was torn apart. Zhan Yan was looking at her, and Zhuang Mingyue responded to his gaze, "You can't have your uterus removed because of me. That’s why he dared to play with me again and again without restraint.”

"I'm a human being, not your toy."

"If one day I can't bear the torture from you and I die like this, will you be satisfied?"

Zhan Yan was determined: "You can't!"

Zhuang Mingyue: "I can."

"You know, this isn't the first time this has happened."

"If you dare to touch me today, tomorrow... you will only see an incomplete corpse."

"It won't hurt at all if you jump from the 88th floor."

Zhuang Mingyue's depression has never been cured. In the past few years, freedom and the longing for the sky have become the driving force for her to live.

If one day, her wings are broken and she becomes his prisoner, just like in her previous life.

Then her life has no meaning at all, she is just living in pain.

These words did have an effect, Zhanyan slammed the door and left.

Zhuang Mingyue knew that Zhan Yan might give in if she threatened her with her own life, but one day Zhan Yan would force her to compromise and become his forbidden pet.

Song Qiqi heard the sound of the door slamming next door, and it became quiet after a while. She looked at the figure lighting a cigarette on the balcony outside the corridor. Song Qiqi pulled her nightgown and walked over quietly. She hugged his waist from behind and pressed her face against his back, "Don't go looking for her, I'll be jealous."

"Ayan, you belong to me alone."

"I can give you whatever you want, including...children..."

A cold look flashed across Zhan Yan's eyes.

Isn't the child what she cares about most?

Zhuang Mingyue is completely sterile.

Zhan Yan turned around and stared at her with his dark eyes, "How do you know that all I want is a child?"

Song Qiqi smiled slightly, "Because... you need an heir!"

"When Shengshi Group is completely stabilized, we will get old and sooner or later we will have an heir. You don't want your things to become someone else's in the end?!"

She held his face in her hands, with an unknown dark light shining in her eyes, and emphasized again, "Ayan, Zhuang Mingyue is not suitable for you. She doesn't love you and will destroy you."

"In your last life, she was completely dispensable to you. Don't be fooled by her anymore."

Song Qiqi stood on tiptoes and leaned over...

Zhuang Mingyue habitually locked the door, took sleeping pills, lay on the bed and fell asleep quickly.

This time I fell asleep, unexpectedly, I fell asleep directly until one o'clock in the afternoon the next day.

She was just a little too tired.

There were several knocks on the door, but Zhuang Mingyue pretended not to hear them, opened his eyes in a daze, and quickly fell asleep again.

Until she heard the sound of violent machine cutting.

Zhuang Mingyue watched the saw cut through the inner chain, and the next second the door was kicked open, and a figure in a suit walked over with great momentum.