Chapter 822 - Cursing
Sir, How About A Marriage?
Guan Tang sighed in relief as she lay on the couch. Since this was Ye Chengâs house, no one would know about it. She thought to herself, âDidnât the Yin family despise me? Didnât they blame me for embarrassing them? Well then, from now on, Iâm going to be the lover of the Yin familyâs beloved son-in-law. I wonât let the Eldest Young Miss of the Yin family live a good life!â
After a moment, Guan Tang got up and walked to the wardrobe. She took one of Ye Chengâs white shirts and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
After she was done, she lay on the bed in the master bedroom, waiting for Ye Chengâs return. She really did not expect that in the end, Ye Cheng was her only way out. However, it did not matter. She felt very satisfied about snatching Ye Cheng from Yin Jia; this alone was enough. Moreover, Ye Cheng was not bad in all aspects.
Guan Tang knew it would still take a lot of effort to make Ye Cheng give up on marrying Yin Jia for her sake. However, she was not discouraged. When it came down to it, she still had her trump cards, and she might not lose to Yin Jia. In the end, it would depend on Ye Chengâs choice.
Guan Tang finally fell asleep at some point while waiting for Ye Cheng to come home.
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Who knew how much time had passed when Guan Tang was awakened by the sound of the door unlocking. She could not help but smile when she heard the sound that signified Ye Chengâs return. She quickly closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, waiting for Ye Cheng to come to bed on his own.
When the bedside lamp was switched on, Guan Tang continued to pretend to be asleep. When she sensed the blanket being lifted, she deliberately moved her long legs, revealing them. No man could resist the temptation of a womanâs body, especially a man like Ye Cheng who had been intimate with her.
Soon enough, Guan Tang felt a large hand touching the softness on her chest. She moaned softly, but she did not open her eyes. She bit her lower lip, looking as though she was uncomfortable.
Suddenly, Guan Tangâs shirt was violently ripped open. She was just about to open her eyes when she heard a soft noise.
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Then, a frosty voice said, âMake sure to take good pictures of this b*tch!â
As soon as Guan Tangâs eyes opened, she saw Yin Jiaâs furious face. She exclaimed in shock and quickly grabbed the blanket to cover her body.
However, how could the people in the room allow Guan Tang to cover her body? The blanket was ruthlessly yanked away from her.
âDoesnât she like to show off her body? Make sure you touch her everywhere so she can show off,â Yin Jia said, seething in anger.
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âYin Jia, make them stop! Make them stop!â Guan Tang shouted.
Yin Jia raised her voice and said, âDonât stop! Continue!â
Guan Tang cried out, âIâm going to call the police! Iâm going to sue you! Beast! Stop right now! Stop!ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Yin Jia stepped forward and grabbed Guan Tangâs hair before she slapped Guan Tang twice. Then, she said, âCall the police? Do you know whose house youâre in? You still have the guts to call the police? Very well. Call the police then! Iâll make sure you get charged for breaking and entering. What do you mean by wearing a manâs clothes and sleeping on his bed? What? You want to sell your body? You still dare to call the police?â
After saying that, Yin Jia slapped Guan Tang another two more times before she let go of Guan Tangâs hair. She sneered when she saw the blood on the corner of Guan Tangâs lips.
Guan Tang no longer cared about being naked. She glared at Yin Jia and said fiercely, âThis is Ye Chengâs house. He asked me to come. Why? Are you not convinced? Let me tell you. Ye Cheng and I have been lovers for a long time. He doesnât love you at all! He loves me to the extent that he cherishes me in bed. Yin Jia, are you angry? All of your men ended up in my bed one after another. If you werenât the Eldest Young Miss of the Yin family, do you think any man would be interested in you? Stop dreaming! You make men lose their appetite and desire, you old hag!â