This woman was still as heartless towards him as before.
Liang Fu flew into a rage, tearing his old clothes and throwing them away. Ruan Ning curled up in the snow, hugging her arms to cover her exposed parts.
She felt that continuing to act submissive was appropriate, lowering her eyes, which made Liang Fu feel like he was bullying her, increasing his shame and anger. Wasn’t she the one who had wronged him?
Liang Fu bent down, picked up the torn clothes, and threw them in Ruan Ning’s face, cursing, “Stop playing the victim! Get back inside now!”
Finally, he was letting her go. Ruan Ning sighed in relief and hurried inside. Her tattered clothes couldn’t hide her waist and figure, making Liang Fu feel incredibly thirsty as he licked the snowflakes on his lips.
The door was locked. Ruan Ning hesitated and looked back: “The door… it’s locked.”
These words stirred Liang Fu’s conflicting emotions. He quickly walked over and pinned her against the door, whispering a curse: “Damn, I’ll stop you from escaping!”
His hands tore at her ragged clothes. Ruan Ning cried out, “Ouch,” and crouched by the door frame: “I… my stomach hurts so much…”
She bit her lip and covered her stomach, deliberately making her voice hoarse. In the cold weather with little clothing, her cheeks were pale. Seeing this, Liang Fu assumed she was in pain, reminding him of her menstrual period.
He stepped back, coldly watching her. Committed to her performance, Ruan Ning pressed her stomach and squeezed out a few tears. “It hurts so much. I’m so cold. Chongsi, am I about to die?”
Liang Fu sneered, “I’ve never heard of a woman dying from this!”
“But it really hurts,” she timidly touched his fingertip. “Are you sure I won’t die?”
This submissive attitude reduced Liang Fu’s anger. He walked forward, unlocked the door, and said coldly, “Go inside.”
Ruan Ning entered the room, covering her stomach and continuing to squeeze out tears. She sensed he responded better to softness than hardness. Liang Fu quickly left, closing the door and window. Ruan Ning felt he was also worried about her catching a cold.
Curled up on the bed with a thin blanket, she gritted her teeth: “Jiaojiao, you’re too unfair.”
