Jiaojiao, You Don't Want To... [Yandere Reverse Harem Novel]

Chapter 3 (1/2)

Gu Ye's smile faded from his eyes as he stared out the window. The black privacy film only reflected his cold face and the mocking curve of his lips.

He held his phone, his voice slightly lazy, "So precious?"

Jiang Yuancheng was clearly impatient. The screams in the background gradually subsided, "None of your business."

"Okay, it's your own fault for being a masochist and going crazy." Gu Ye raised his eyebrows, his eyes steady, "I'm not the one who's crippled, and I'm not the one who's always clinging to a white-eyed wolf. I'm not the one who's degrading himself for a woman."

"What kind of woman can't you get? Who are you showing off to?"

He finished speaking and laughed, directly hanging up the phone and preparing to leave. His leather shoes splashed water as he stepped on the rain. But after taking two steps, he still felt a little unconvinced. He turned around and raised his foot.

"Bang—"

He kicked the car door hard.

The car used bulletproof material, and the chassis was as steady as a rock. This kick didn't even cause the slightest vibration.

Gu Ye was finally satisfied and turned around, but he had a strange feeling, as if a figure was flickering behind the dark privacy film. He didn't bother to lift his eyelids to look at the people inside and didn't stay any longer.

Inside the car, Wen Zhijiao bit her lip tightly, almost shrinking into the corner of the car seat, her hands covering her mouth, not daring to make a sound.

From the beginning, she felt like someone was going to open the car door. When she looked over, she saw someone standing in front of the car talking on the phone. She originally thought it was a drunkard who had mistaken the car, but as he stayed longer, she became more and more uneasy, suspecting that it might be Jiang Yuancheng's enemy who had come to the door.

Now that this kick came down, her spirit was tense, and more and more exaggerated imaginations flooded her mind, scaring her into not daring to move.

Why hasn't the driver come back yet? We need to go back immediately! It's too dangerous. It's better not to go out in the future—no, that's not the point. If Jiang Yuancheng's enemy wants to do something, where can't they do it?

I can't take it anymore. Why?

Why do I have to suffer like this?

The more afraid Wen Zhijiao was, the angrier she became. Her resentment towards Jiang Yuancheng rose again.

"Click—"

The car door unlocked.

Wen Zhijiao's body stiffened for a moment and she looked towards the source of the sound, only to see the driver.

This time, she finally let out a long sigh of relief and shouted, "Go back, go back quickly! There was a drunkard just now!"

The driver was puzzled and handed her the paper bag, not daring to ask any more questions. He hurried back to the Jiang residence.

In the rainy night, the hollow iron gate was pulled open, revealing the luxurious scenery of the manor.

After seeing the familiar buildings and faces, Wen Zhijiao finally calmed down and threw the short, terrifying experience in the car behind her. She took the paper bag and happily went to the dressing room to change.

Wen Zhijiao looked at the yellow raincoat and boots with the little bear pattern on her body in the mirror and laughed. She felt more and more like she was back in high school. She immediately ran out, her rain boots making a "thump, thump, thump" sound on the carpet. When she got outside, she first got wet in the rain for a while, then ignored the servants' objections and ran to the lawn to step on it for a while, making the lawn creak. The rain boots were also splattered with mud.

Unfortunately, after stepping on it for three minutes, she was splashed in the face by the water she had stepped on. She had to reluctantly and angrily give up this entertainment and go back to her room.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights flickered. The falling rain under the ink-colored sky reflected the lights and fell down.

Wen Zhijiao nestled in the soft quilt, holding her phone and reading a novel. When she saw the female protagonist being targeted and bullied by the cannon fodder and all sorts of bad luck, she instantly empathized.

She couldn't see the person she wanted to see, and she was caught by Jiang Yuancheng after going out in vain. She was also teased by ugly people and kicked in the car. When she was stepping on water just now, she stepped on a bump and was splashed in the face by the water.

It's just bad luck...

The more she thought about it, the more miserable she felt. She shed tears and threw a thunderclap at the novel.

By the time Jiang Yuancheng returned to the Jiang residence, it was already late at night. Three or two servants were changing the new carpet, and the old carpet was rolled up and placed in a trolley.

The doorman helped him take off his overcoat. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw a few mud footprints on the rolled-up blanket.

That size, it's Jiaojiao.

Jiang Yuancheng remembered the driver's report, lowered his eyes, and used his crutches to go upstairs. But the closer he got to the room, the more he couldn't help but hurry. The pain in his left leg warned him to slow down, but when he pushed open the door to the room, he even threw his cane aside.

The room was warm and dry, with a soft orange bedside lamp illuminating the room. There was a sleep-inducing candle lit on the bedside table.

Wen Zhijiao was hugging the quilt, sleeping unsteadily. Under her soft hair, her skin was flushed with a rosy red.

It was as tempting as a cake in a glass cabinet.

Jiang Yuancheng's lips twitched slightly, and he almost couldn't wait to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning his back against the bed. He reached out and hooked her waist, pulling her whole body into his arms. When half of her body was dragged into his arms and rested on his legs, he still felt it wasn't enough. He leaned down and left kisses on her head, forehead, and cheek with his lips.

When his lips lingered on her neck, a near-violent desire urged him to bite down.

Bite through her veins, drink her warm blood, swallow her down.

No matter how many times, she would always arouse all his most negative and unbearable emotions.

Jiang Yuancheng opened his mouth slightly, then swallowed a few mouthfuls of air, curled up his long body, and stretched his neck as hard as he could to press his forehead against hers. He closed his eyes, his breathing became more and more rapid, a faint sweat appeared on his forehead, and the pain in his left leg became more and more obvious on this rainy day.

Then he immediately remembered Gu Ye's light and mocking words on the phone.

Jiang Yuancheng opened his eyes and began to grope for her hand, until he touched the ring on her finger, he stopped. The person in his arms finally couldn't stand his tossing and turning, opened her eyes uncomfortably, and her body stiffened instantly when she realized her situation.

She even smelled the faint scent of blood on him.

A sour taste welled up in Wen Zhijiao's throat, she moved her elbow slightly, then immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be unconscious.

But Jiang Yuancheng seemed to be completely unaware of her resistance, he wrapped her even tighter, his hoarse voice sounded in her ear, "Don't pretend if you're awake."

Wen Zhijiao didn't speak, she closed her eyes forcefully, even her eyes were wrinkled.

Jiang Yuancheng's cold fingers inserted into her hair and pressed against her scalp.

Wen Zhijiao shuddered from the cold and opened her eyes, bumping into a pair of gray, dark eyes that seemed to have dark colors floating in them. She paused, looked away and said, "You... don't hug so tightly, I'm uncomfortable."

His hand pressed on her shoulder, he looked at her for a while, then suddenly laughed, his gloomy expression becoming even more frightening. Then he let go of her hand and turned on the light.

"Click—"

The chandelier suddenly lit up, the room was as bright as day.