“I’ll take you somewhere that will definitely make you happy,” Jun Hao raised an eyebrow, smiling. Should he believe her words completely?
Without any hesitation or additional commentary,
Not getting an answer from Jun Hao, Jiu Jing Xian Xi sent over the information about Pei Xuan Zhi. An Ke did not know what state of mind she was in when she opened that file; if she had known earlier, she would definitely not have looked. Pei Xuan Zhi lay naked on the ground, being repeatedly humiliated by several Black men. An Ke could clearly see Pei Xuan Zhi’s expression of wanting to die but unable to do so. Was this how Jun Hao treated the women he had been with? If she had not learned of his unspeakable secret today, would she one day suffer the same treatment?
An Ke did not know how to face this sudden blow. When she believed her father’s death had nothing to do with him, she received such news. What was the truth? What other unspeakable things had Jun Hao been doing behind her back?
She still remembered the day Jun Hao brought her back to the old An family house, telling her he had bought this house for her at ten times the price. An Ke was indeed happy about this gesture for a long time, as this was the place that raised her, the only thing her parents left for her and her brother. He accompanied her to the market to buy New Year’s goods, helped her make dumplings, and would say everything she made was delicious. After meals, he would insist on washing dishes, even though he would not clean them properly and would break two plates, An Ke still felt happy.
During meals, he would playfully ask An Ke to feed him, but would end up feeding her instead. At night, he would hold her while sleeping, suppressing his rising desires because of her physical discomfort. He would always hold her tightly: “My treasure, you must take care of me, don’t dislike me for being a kept man.” His tone was still domineering, as if others should support him.
