Hell Hath No Fury

chapter 2

Fight it. Find the solution. There is always one, thought he in a mad flurry, forcing his mind to follow the gears of logic he had always relied on. There is something too strange here. How on Earth has Jiao Liqiao even agreed to this? She is obsessed with Di Feisheng. She hates me, and hates that I'm of higher importance to a-Fei... She would never let him touch me, or anyone else, like this. So why is this happening?

A hand tugging at his collar to reveal a shoulder jolted him out of his thoughts. He struggled, to keep himself dressed, but of course it was rather difficult to resist the other man's onslaught...

Focus! He kept his defence almost on automatic while trying to solve the puzzle. Jiao Liqiao would never allow this. Therefore, either Shan Gudao has betrayed her and taken over much sooner than expected, or... Or he has convinced her somehow.

To have the Jinyuan Alliance already defeated or in the power of Shan Gudao meant he had already won all battles and was an unstoppable force in the world. If that were the case, Li Xiangyi wouldn't be forced against his will in a little mangy cell, away from the very public humiliation that that resentful bastard wanted for him. It was too early for his victory, even if everything had gone his way. Therefore, the demon saintess was still in charge of his and Di Feisheng's lives.

And Shan Gudao had... talked her into getting Di Feishang to have sex with him?

That also seemed immensely preposterous. Jiao Liqiao wasn't a picture of a balanced sanity on her best days, and the constant objective she had pursued was the 'love' of Di Feisheng. How had Shan Gudao even managed to have her entertain the idea of having them together like that?

The way to that woman's mind is through her heart, thought Li Lianhua. He knew it, so Shan Gudao knew it as well, and so did any person who spent more than three minutes talking with her. Anything she did, she would do it to further her advances towards Di Feisheng.

Again his focus was thrown out of balance. Another yank at his clothes, much more definitive, and this time with a loud ripping sound. Li Lianhua felt the cool air of the dungeon on his skin, and still struggling, tried to get a hold of his clothes, of a- Fei's, of anything.

The coppery smell of blood hit him again, feeling a- Fei's clothes damp with it, and beyond he could even make out the contours of wounds still half-open. Wait... Had they really sent a-Fei to this masquerade without even changing clothes? Not that Li Lianhua expected a red gown -Jiao Liqiao would outright qi deviate- but wouldn't they at least give this minor attention to Di-mengzhu's dignity?

Li Lianhua was blind at the moment, so this deliberate choice hadn't been made for his sake.

No, this was perhaps...