Chapter 32 What Do You Think You Are?

Chapter 32: Chapter 32 What Do You Think You Are?Three years later, Leng Yixiu was still handsome. Time hadn’t left a mark on his face, but instead made his features more distinct, adding a touch of masculinity to his charm. Heavenly fortune had always favored him, not only giving him a prominent status but also a good appearance. However, those sensual thin lips uttered the most malicious words. "Lin Yixun, what do you think you are now? You’re nothing but a hooker. Have you ever heard of a prostitute having the right to choose clients?" Leng Yixiu’s words were like knives, mercilessly scraping over Lin Yixun’s heart. His sharp eyes stared at her without blinking, as if to catch every single expression on her face. He succeeded. No matter how well Lin Yixun pretended, the disguise on her face still cracked layer by layer. The man stared at Lin Yixun’s pale face, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his lips. As if that wasn’t enough, he sneered, "Since you’re selling yourself, why act like a virtuous woman?" With that, he took out a thick stack of cash from his wallet and threw it at Lin Yixun’s face, "Isn’t it money you want?" Lin Yixun had no time to dodge. The corner of the banknotes scratched her left cheek. The wound was shallow, but Lin Yixun felt a searing pain, finally understanding this man’s intention. It was clear he wanted to humiliate her. Time couldn’t erase his hatred for her. He hated her, even more than before. But why did he hate her? What right did he have to hate her? Lin Yixun clenched her fists tightly, rasping, "Mr. Leng, four years ago, it was my fault for forcing you to marry me. But I’ve paid the price. I owe you nothing now. Mr. Leng, we’re even." "Even?" The man suddenly laughed, the smile on his face instantly turning to ice. He grabbed Lin Yixun’s throat, furious, "You think what you owe me has been repaid? Far from it. Not even close!" Sёarᴄh the Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Excruciating pain radiated from her neck, and Lin Yixun could barely breathe. She had no doubt that Leng Yixiu might end her life in the next moment. Leng Yixiu seemed very angry, extremely angry. In her memory, Leng Yixiu never bothered to get angry at anyone. Most of the time, his demeanor was indifferent. In her impression, he had only lost his temper at her twice: once when they got married, and the other time, laughably, was when they got divorced. But why is he angry now? Is it because it’s her who showed up tonight, making him sick to his stomach? As the air in her lungs dwindled bit by bit, Lin Yixun’s face gradually changed from white to blue. Just when she thought her life would end here, with a tearing sound, her chest suddenly felt a chill. "Still don’t have any self-awareness?" The man’s deep voice came from above, with a touch of sarcasm at the corners of his lips, "Or do you prefer something different?" As he spoke, the man deftly pulled out a tie from his neck, effortlessly binding Lin Yixun’s hands tightly. Finally, he brought out a piece of black cloth from somewhere. In the moment her eyes were covered by the black cloth, Lin Yixun finally realized what Leng Yixiu meant by "something different." In front of her was darkness. She couldn’t see anything around her, nor the expression on the man’s face. But the faint breath brushing against her face and the rustling sound of clothes falling made every hair on her body stand on end.