The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

Zhou Yian's nose felt sore, and he swallowed the sourness in his throat and stared at him blankly, "Xu Zehao, are you crazy? Do you think everyone is like you?"

Xu Zehao raised his lips in self-mockery. It was not difficult for him to imagine what Zhou Yian thought of him. "Same as me? What does it look like?"

The anger in his chest was burning fiercely. He suppressed his anger and continued in a frivolous tone: "Are you all like me, falling in love with a bitch? Or the same bitch? Do you really enjoy the feeling of having men around you?"

Xu Zehao had completely lost his mind. He knew that these words were insulting and hurtful, but he still couldn't control himself and said them out loud.

Zhou Yian looked at him and suddenly felt that he was terribly strange. She felt sad. She smiled and said, "Xu Zehao, if I am a whore, then what are you? You don't think I would fall in love with a whore, do you?"

Xu Zehao narrowed his eyes dangerously. He could call her a bitch, but he couldn't accept that she classified him as a client. This man was sometimes so overbearing that he was unreasonable.

Killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred of their own, the warmth that once belonged to the two of them disappeared at this moment.

Xu Zehao was not ready to give up. He looked at Zhou Yian with drunken eyes and asked aggressively: "So tell me, why can you chat and laugh with any man outside, but you are so cold to me? Why, are they better at pleasing you than me in bed, or do they give you more than me?"

Neither of them was willing to be outdone, and they used hurtful words to hurt the other, not caring whether they could be taken back or not.

But this kind of harm is a chronic poison. It may not be toxic at first, but it will be fatal over time.

Zhou Yian looked at his drunken appearance and suddenly realized that there was no need for him to get his revenge. In this relationship, this man had absolute authority, and offending him would only make his life more difficult.

She took a deep breath, swallowed her grievances, softened her tone and said softly: "Xu Zehao, you are drunk. If we have any problems, can we talk about it tomorrow?"

"Answer me, why?" Xu Zehao scolded softly. He did not stop questioning her because of her weakness and surrender. He still kept chasing her for an answer.

Zhou Yian's eyelids drooped, and he said softly helplessly: "I didn't. I have never had sex with any man except you. You are the first and only one. Please believe me."

What she said was the truth. She didn't care whether he believed it or not. She just didn't want to cause a bigger quarrel because of his suspicion. She didn't like quarreling and didn't want to quarrel.

He liked her to be obedient, so she would be obedient too. As long as she could get through the rest of the time safely, anything else would be fine. She just hoped to escape from such a life as soon as possible.

After hearing the answer he wanted, Xu Zehao fell silent. He let go of Zhou Yian contentedly, and sat at the head of the bed, looking at her quietly.

Zhou Yian didn't know what he was thinking at this moment. In order to avoid saying too much and making more mistakes, she chose to remain silent.

Suddenly he leaned over and held her face, sucking her lips hungrily.

Then a barrage of kisses followed, moving along her lips, kissing the sides of her neck and back to the corners of her mouth, his movements were frantic and urgent, he longed for her.

Zhou Yian pushed him hard a few times, but to no avail. In desperation, she didn't have time to think and slapped him in the face.

The crisp sound of slapping was particularly harsh in the quiet night.

Before she could withdraw her hand, the man restrained it. A cold voice rang out in the darkness, "Zhou Yian, you are the first woman who dares to hit me."

"Xu Zehao, can you please calm down?" She roared almost in despair. Although her voice was loud, there was a tearful tone in her voice.

Then Xu Zehao did not feel any sympathy because of this.

He held her hand behind her back and pressed his upper body down.

One hand was directly across her chest, pressing her down, while the other hand reached under her clothes and moved around her body regardless of her struggles and resistance.

"Xu Zehao, you are a devil, why do you treat me like this?" Zhou Yian was trembling with pain and screaming at the top of his lungs.

But Xu Zehao remained unmoved, and instead became even more aggressive. He was punishing her, and his hands did not stop moving, as his fingers skillfully unbuttoned her clothes.

In the end, Zhou Yian stopped struggling and let him crawl on her with heavy breathing to take it. The two people who were incompatible with each other were tightly fused together.

"An An, scream out." He reached out and gently clamped her neck, his voice hoarse and low, with a strong taste of lust.

Zhou Yian bit her lips tightly, not allowing herself to make any sound. This was the only way she could resist, she didn't want to do what he wanted.

She just lay there, watching the ceiling above her head shaking numbly, her thoughts cloudy.

There was unspeakable grief, despair, pain... and bone-gnawing hatred in her eyes.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see it.

It was unknown how long it had been before he finally let her go, got off her, and tidied his clothes gracefully.

He looked down at Zhou Yian, like a king on high, "An'an, there will be a price to pay for disobeying me. Be obedient in the future. I don't want to hear about your little things with other men anymore."

The tone was cold and without any love, and contained a strong threat.

"Also, I'm not drunk and I know what I'm doing. As long as you obey, your life will be much easier." His tone was cold and sharp.

After saying this, Xu Zehao left indifferently. In this relationship, he had absolute authority. Zhou Yian was his, and if he wanted her, she couldn't refuse.

After he turned and left, Zhou Yian suddenly laughed out loud; his laughter was forced and bitter. As he laughed, tears began to flow and he sobbed softly. Later, he couldn't control his tears, as if he wanted to cry out all the pain and grievances that were suppressed in his heart.

No matter how devastated he was at night, Zhou Yian would still go to work and go home as usual the next day as if nothing had happened.

"Miss, did you have a quarrel with your husband?"

Zhou Yian couldn't help but pause while holding the chopsticks, and smiled as usual, "No."

"My husband hasn't come home for dinner for several days. You used to inform me when he didn't come back, but now he informs me himself. And you still say we didn't have a fight."

After spending these few months together, Aunt Zhao treated Zhou Yian like her own child, taking care of him meticulously. Aunt Zhao is about the same age as Zhou's mother, which naturally brought them closer, and they often say a few heartfelt words to each other.

Zhou Yian lowered his head and looked at the rice bowl, using chopsticks to pick at the rice in it thoughtfully, and asked softly: "Aunt Zhao, what kind of person do you think Mr. is?"

"Mr. is a very nice person, generous and not fussy, and he never puts on airs when he speaks. But he seems to be a bit introverted. When he comes home early, he often sits alone in the courtyard for a long time. I can tell that he loves you very much."

After hearing what Aunt Zhao said, Zhou Yian smiled bitterly and did not respond.

"This dish is very good for girls. It is good for beautifying and nourishing the skin. You should eat more." Aunt Zhao saw that Zhou Yian didn't want to talk about this, so she tactfully changed the subject.

"Uh-huh."

Introvert, quiet, serious, these are just labels that Xu Zehao gives to the outside world. Only Zhou Yian himself knows how violent and agitated his inner bloodthirsty factor becomes and how ruthless he will be when he angers this man.

After dinner she went to bed early as she had to go to the nursing home to visit Mother Zhou tomorrow.