Wang Mengfu’s hand had slipped into his clothes, eager to move downward, when a candlestick was suddenly pressed against his neck. “Brother, don’t…” Ruan Ning’s voice was soft, like a homeless cat.
He relaxed, gently pushing the candlestick aside. “Ning Ning, could you bear to hurt me?”
Ruan Ning lowered her eyelids, near tears. “Brother, we haven’t married yet. Once we’re married, I’ll give you everything…”
The weak woman’s pleading intensified Wang Mengfu’s possessive desire. His breathing became heavier, and his body pressed against hers, making her acutely aware of his intentions.
Ruan Ning threw away the candlestick and bit her tongue hard, allowing her tears to fall: “Brother, you like Lin Si. Why are you doing this to me?”
In the candlelight, Wang Mengfu’s expression froze.
He raised his upper body, supporting himself beside Ruan Ning and looking down at her. After a pause, he spoke in a hoarse voice: “Ning Ning, how do you know about Lin Si and me?”
Ruan Ning sobbed: “Lin Si told me. Brother, you like her; you can’t do this to me…”
Her crying irritated Wang Mengfu, turning his frustration into anger. Lin Si, who had promised to help him and volunteered to drug Ruan Ning, had betrayed him by revealing everything. With Ruan Ning now doubtful, how could he gain her trust and successfully marry her?
What a two-faced woman! Her claims of loyalty were lies; she was clearly trying to sabotage his plan.
A ding sounded in Ruan Ning’s mind as a familiar voice said: “9527, you have made your first active choice. The yandere system is now officially activated.”
At that moment, a round-eyed girl stood at the doorway, resentment flashing across her face. Inside, the scene was ambiguous, with the man’s body pressing against the woman, creating an overwhelming sense of oppression.
The woman’s collar was half-removed, revealing a glimpse of snow-white skin, and her tearful eyes and coquettish expression inflamed the man’s passion.
The girl at the door exclaimed softly: “Miss, so you’ve eloped with the young master!”
Ruan Ning looked at her. In the afternoon, she had been among a group of maids sent to learn embroidery. She vaguely remembered someone calling her “A Si,” which should indeed be Lin Si.
