Chapter 1 She is worse than a dog
Damn it! She was being held down in the toilet by her so-called brother!
"Don't leave marks on my neck." Qin Moli's resistance was more like flirting to the man.

"You obviously like it, you lying little liar, you must be punished." Song Yizhuo's kiss was as hot as fire, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

Qin Moli had been with him for seven years, and now she was falling for him step by step. Her voice was as charming as water: "I like Third Brother..."

"Good girl will have candy." Song Yizhuo pinched her earlobe with his rough fingers.

Qin Moli was very sensitive and hugged his neck weakly.

In the bright mirror, there are two overlapping figures, ambiguously intertwined, passionate as water, and touching each other at the slightest touch.

The housekeeper's respectful voice sounded outside the bathroom: "Third Young Master, the master said that now that you have arrived, we can start the feast."

The Song family has a very strict family tradition. Song Yizhuo is the candidate for succession. He is the best at weighing the pros and cons. Even if the arrow is on the string, he can remain calm and call it a day. "Come to my place in the evening."

The man left in a cool manner. The woman in the mirror had flushed cheeks and blurry eyes.

He only regarded her as a tool to warm his bed, and she was a dutiful and responsible lover.

She washed her face with cold water, took a deep breath, and restored her image as a career beauty.

She really didn't like eating at the Song family. Her mother took her to marry for the second time to bring good luck to the fourth uncle of the Song family. After the fourth uncle died, the mother and daughter became outsiders.

Mr. Song announced, "Now that everyone is here, I have a piece of good news to announce. Yizhuo has an engagement partner, and she is the most beloved little princess of the Tao Kingdom, Wenxin."

Everyone else was congratulating Song Yizhuo hypocritically and against their will, only Qin Moli was sincere.

She raised her glass: "Third brother, congratulations."

There was a sharp light in Song Yizhuo's eyes, but it was hidden in the calm deep sea.

She is so good!

Her good behavior and obedience only lasted until tonight.

Late at night, after he finished discussing business with his grandfather, he returned to his mansion halfway up the mountain, but did not see Qin Moli.

Normally at this time, she would have been waiting to run the bath water for him.

Qin Moli left the Song residence and returned to his own residence, when his cell phone rang.

Song Yizhuo was concise and to the point, which was his usual style: [Come here.] She remembered that the original agreement was, [You get married, and we're done.]

When Qin Moli was half asleep, she was taken out of bed and taken to a luxury house halfway up the mountain.

There was a strong wind and heavy rain outside, but inside the house it was the calm before the storm.

The tall figure standing by the French window, holding a glass of red wine, is as tall as a pine tree, with the demeanor of a gentleman.

"Want to end it?" His voice was as magnetic as a cello, and he was like a devil, so cold that it made people tremble with fear.

"Yes." She was even more frugal with words than he was.

Song Yizhuo threw her a property certificate. The large flat he was living in was worth hundreds of millions of dollars. It was in her name. "That's enough!"

Qin Moli shook his head gently.

"You are quite greedy. Now you are not pretending to be indifferent?" The emotion in his eyes turned into mockery. "Tell me what you want!"

"I don't want anything." She was firm and just wanted to start a new life without him.

A storm flashed in Song Yizhuo's eyes, "When Fourth Aunt was seriously ill, how did you beg me?"

At that time, she was a freshman in college, and she begged him pitifully: "Third brother, please lend me some money, I can do anything for you."

Now, she has become more confident. "Third brother, you are getting engaged. I don't want to be the third party. Let's part ways in peace."

His slender fingertips lifted her chin, frivolously and casually, "I've raised a dog for seven years, and it still doesn't want to leave its owner. You, Qin Moli, are worse than it!"

Her beautiful eyes were filled with mist, sparkling like ice. She was always weak, but now she was more stubborn. "Since I am worse than a dog, why does Third Brother still want me?"

Song Yizhuo let out the anger that he hadn't vented that night, "Qin Moli, remember, I have the final say on whether I want you or not."

"You are a dishonest beast!" She just felt uncomfortable and kept retching while struggling.

Song Yizhuo tied her hands behind her back and trapped her between him and the French window. "I have raised you for seven years, but you have become rebellious. When I touched you, you felt so disgusted that you wanted to vomit?"

(End of this chapter)