On the edge of danger, Meng Jingwei, with a strength she didn't know she possessed, pushed Xiao Cheng away, rolled off the bed, and ran towards the outside.
However, after only a few steps, her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the floor with a thud.
Xiao Cheng sat on the bed, tearing off tissues to wipe the blood from his face, and gazed at her indifferently. "Run, can't you run very well?"
He moved unhurriedly, as if he knew Meng Jingwei couldn't escape his 'five fingers'.
At this moment, Xiao Cheng exuded a bloodthirsty danger, which terrified Meng Jingwei.
She felt weak all over but desperately wanted to escape. Finally, she clutched her necklace and sharply dragged it across her wrist.
With the thick clothing worn in winter, the only skin she could quickly reach was her wrist, and she made sure to avoid the major artery.
"Hiss…"
A cut appeared on her wrist, and blood immediately flowed out. A sharp pain surged through her, making her insides scream.
Meng Jingwei, who had felt weak moments ago, now felt much better.
Seeing Xiao Cheng getting up to approach her, Meng Jingwei immediately scrambled to her feet and turned to run outside.
"Damn it!"
Xiao Cheng hadn't expected Meng Jingwei to still be able to get up after being drugged.
Barefoot, he stepped onto the carpet and walked out, chasing after Meng Jingwei.
As Meng Jingwei was about to rush out of the suite, Xiao Cheng panicked. He strode forward, grabbed her hair, and yanked her back. "Damn it, where do you think you're going? Little Weiwei, am I not good enough for you, huh?"
Her hair was yanked hard, the force so great that Meng Jingwei's scalp felt numb.
She reached up to protect her hair and said angrily, "Xiao Cheng, let go!"
"Hmph, from the moment I brought you here, I never intended to let you leave."
Xiao Cheng said coldly.
Meng Jingwei abruptly turned and kicked Xiao Cheng hard in the abdomen.
The burst of power in that instant was astonishing, completely unexpected by Xiao Cheng.
He was kicked fiercely by her, staggering back a few steps before managing to stabilize himself.
Xiao Cheng clutched his abdomen and smiled hideously, especially with the scar on his right cheek, he looked like a bloodthirsty demon, ferocious and terrifying.
"I just love it when you're angry. Little Weiwei, do you think your amateur skills can match me? Hahaha…"
Xiao Cheng threw his head back and laughed, somewhat uncontrollably.
Meng Jingwei had never seen Xiao Cheng like this before. Seeing his bloodshot pupils, his entire being radiated a sickly madness.
A sense of crisis washed over her. She dared not linger, turning and running to the suite door. Just as she was about to escape, the door wouldn't budge no matter how she pulled.
At this moment, Xiao Cheng walked towards her, approaching step by step.
Meng Jingwei turned, leaning against the door, suddenly overcome with a sense of helplessness.
Her swift kick to Xiao Cheng earlier had completely drained her strength. She was only holding on by the pain from her wound, which allowed her to stand.
But how could she, so weak, be a match for Xiao Cheng?
Despair.
A despair unlike anything she had ever felt.
It was different from when she faced Qing Muyue.
With Qing Muyue, she only felt his powerful aura, which inspired awe, but it wasn't the ferocious aura of Xiao Cheng, which felt like he could grind her to dust and destroy her at any moment.
She thought of the camera in the bedroom, and her anxiety grew.
If Xiao Cheng succeeded today, Meng Jingwei couldn't imagine having the courage to live if the video was exposed.
Once the whole world knew she had been violated, stepping outside would feel like a mockery, subjected to constant pointing and whispers.
She would inevitably face the peculiar gazes of the outside world.
How could she not be afraid?
But as terror engulfed her, Meng Jingwei could only face reality.
Seeing Xiao Cheng approach, she instinctively swung a punch at him. However, as soon as her hand moved, he easily grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward.
Meng Jingwei's body went limp, and she could only let him hold her.
A smile curled on the corner of Xiao Cheng's lips. He leaned down and sniffed her. "This is the scent, a feeling Li Yun'er never had."
He cupped her head with his large hand, making her lean against his chest, whispering in her ear, "Do you know how long I've waited for this day? I thought you were a different kind of girl, but I didn't expect you to associate with that bastard Qing Muyue. Speaking of which, I was the one who was always helping you, Little Weiwei, you truly have no sense of gratitude."
Xiao Cheng was clearly on the verge of extreme anger, yet his words were chillingly gentle.
Meng Jingwei struggled and resisted with all her might, but her feeble attempts only served to pique Xiao Cheng's interest, making him even more crazily desirous of consuming her.
He bent down, lifted Meng Jingwei into his arms, "Little Weiwei, let me dote on you. As long as you get pregnant with my child, you can still be my woman, Xiao Cheng. However, you've been very naughty, so I can only confine you to my home. From now on, you will be only mine."
As he spoke, he carried Meng Jingwei towards the bedroom.
"Xiao Cheng, if you dare touch me, do you believe I'll go down with you?" She resisted and yelled, but her strength and voice were weak, like a small wildcat.
"Hey, don't say that. You have always been the love of my heart. How could I let you die? Even if you die, you'll die in my bed."
He placed Meng Jingwei on the bed and pinched her chin. "Be good, cooperate. I'll be gentle with you."
Meng Jingwei glared at Xiao Cheng, feeling that any further words would be futile.
"Xiao Cheng, why did our relationship come to this? I, Meng Jingwei, have always asked myself if I've wronged you."
She wanted to appeal to his emotions and reason.
Hoping to persuade Xiao Cheng to let her go.
However, these words were of no use to Xiao Cheng.
Xiao Cheng smiled sinisterly. "Your mistake was choosing Qing Muyue."
With that softly spoken sentence, he leaned down and kissed Meng Jingwei directly.
At that very moment, there was a loud bang.
A sound from outside the suite startled Xiao Cheng. He rolled off her and walked towards the door.
But as he opened the bedroom door and before he could get a clear look at the person standing there, Xiao Cheng felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He was sent flying two meters away, crashing into the bedroom table and then bouncing onto the floor, too pained to get up for a long time.
Seeing this, Meng Jingwei's heart leaped. She instinctively thought Qing Muyue had come to save her.
But when she clearly saw the person standing outside, her eyes welled up with emotion.
The person who had arrived was… her master, Old Chen Tou.
Old Chen Tou, dressed in an old-fashioned green military cotton-padded coat, was bundled up tightly. He stood at the door, glanced at Meng Jingwei lying on the bed, and in his anger, his beard bristled. He pointed at Xiao Cheng and cursed, "Damn you, you worthless scoundrel! You dare bully my disciple. If I don't cripple you today, then I'm not Old Chen Tou!"
He grumbled as he walked in, scanning the room. Finally, his gaze fell on a wooden clothes rack nearby. He grabbed the rack and unceremoniously swung it at Xiao Cheng.