Chapter 6, Similar to Sparks (II)

Liang Jinge lifted his head from the book

He resembled a furious beast, lurking before her, with a gentle exterior concealing a green face and sharp fangs. Chen Danghao sensed the danger, instinctively retreating until her back pressed against the wall, the curtains emitting an unpleasant creak due to her movement. Ji Mingrui remained silent, accurately grasping her ankle as he leaned down, the action almost instantaneous, pulling her forcefully to the edge of the bed. Accompanying this movement, Chen Danghao let out a frantic scream, only to receive a harsh slap across her face.

He could no longer bear to look; the man's heart, filled with a sense of pity and tenderness, was entangled in sorrow by her allure. He turned around and, without further hesitation, descended the stairs

It seems that Mr. Ji's money is rather easy to earn

Are you sulking with me

"You can kill me, but it won't help, Ji Mingrui, you must admit that you are incapable..."

At that time, Chen Danghao was endearingly clumsy. He reached out to hold her hand, teaching her how to use a knife and fork. She looked up at him and smiled, her unmade-up eyes pure like lakes and rivers, with laughter flowing through them. He could not believe that, at that moment, she was unmoved. Over the long span of the following two years, he accumulated so much kindness; how could she not have been touched even a little

Ji Mingrui arrived at the villa the next day. Liang Jinge stood at the entrance and saw him get out of the car. Ji Mingrui had a face that did not appear particularly aged; in fact, middle-aged wealthy men typically do not show signs of aging easily. Moreover, he took excellent care of himself, unlike other middle-aged men who often have corpulent figures and protruding bellies. Standing there now, he was still a suave gentleman, attracting countless women who were drawn to him like moths to a flame. As Liang Jinge looked at him, he inexplicably thought of his own father, whose face was lined with wrinkles, as if it had been mercilessly crushed by fate through many rounds. He raised his head again and politely nodded in greeting to Ji Mingrui.

As the clock struck the hour, Ji Mingrui descended from the upper floor. He was dressed in a neatly pressed suit and shirt, and his hair was meticulously styled. Liang Jinge stood in the hall, and as Ji Mingrui approached, he respectfully lowered his head.

"How is it going?" Ji Mingrui walked into the villa, looked around, and directly gazed at the attic

Chen Danghao, you are the most ungrateful woman I have ever encountered. I asked you to wait, but you refused to listen. I treated you well, yet you did not appreciate it, and you still schemed against my life in every possible way..." His eyes were nearly bloodshot, yet his voice was low, each word biting out through clenched teeth, whispering in her ear, sending chills down her spine: "Go outside and ask around, with your rural background, which man would be willing to support you at this price like I do? It's one thing if you don't kneel and beg me, but why pretend to be a virtuous woman with me!"

In this world, nothing can make a man feel more embarrassed than this moment

"You surely do not want to be a bodyguard for your entire life, do you?" Ji Mingrui smiled, reaching out to pat Liang Jinge on the shoulder, "You are so young; you should be more perceptive and learn how to navigate life. Once you identify who your boss is, your work will become much easier."

Shut the hell up!

"When it comes to being good, do not deceive yourself"

Liang Jinge hesitated and nodded, as there was too much hidden information in his words, making it difficult to grasp. He dared not say much, for the more he spoke, the more mistakes he might make, so he simply nodded in agreement with his intentions. Perhaps this obsequious and foolish demeanor inexplicably pleased Ji Mingrui, as the shadows in his eyes softened considerably. He turned to instruct the butler about some matters concerning the villa, seemingly preparing to leave

Her voice was resolute, leaving no room for even a hint of hesitation. Ji Mingrui did not meet her gaze, yet he knew what expression would be in her eyes at that moment. He understood her yet did not understand her; if it were another woman, she would have been obedient with money piled upon her, but he happened to encounter a difficult one, which made it hard for him to let go. In his mind, countless scenes played out, and Ji Mingrui slowly rose from the edge of the bed. In the dim light, Chen Danghao could see his silhouette; he was breathing heavily, and gradually she could even hear the sound of air flowing out from his nostrils. In his mind, countless scenes played out, and Ji Mingrui slowly rose from the edge of the bed. In the dim light, Chen Danghao could see his silhouette; he was breathing heavily, and gradually she could even hear the sound of air flowing out from his nostrils.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, the sky was somewhat overcast. The text in the book was obscure, and although he read it with focus, he still found it somewhat laborious. He had vaguely heard the sharp scream just now but did not pay it any mind. It is common for men and women to argue, and moreover, the sound insulation of Fenghua Villa is quite good; that scream reached his ears after being filtered through layers, sounding just like a woman throwing a tantrum during an argument.

Chen Danghao felt suffocated, almost wanting to scream and escape his touch. She bit her lips hard, remaining silent, and her tightly shut eyes refused to open.

There were no other sounds. Liang Jinge listened attentively for a while, but did not hear any unusual noises, and then lowered his head again

The pain on her scalp intensified, and the man no longer held back his strength. When Chen Danghao was violently slammed against the wall for the second time, she screamed. Although she was not afraid of dying alongside this man, she was unwilling to perish at his hands. That scream was like a knife that had been unsheathed, slicing through the tranquility of the morning. Liang Jinge dropped his book and rushed upstairs; in that moment, it seemed he thought of many things, yet it also felt as if he thought of nothing at all. The instant he burst through the door, he saw Ji Mingrui with a frenzied look in his eyes and Chen Danghao disheveled on the floor. As reason returned, he stood at the doorway, somewhat at a loss, and his usual clumsiness with words struck at an inopportune moment: "Mr. Ji... I..."

He suddenly loosened his grip, and taking advantage of this force, Chen Danghao broke free from his embrace, half of her body curling back into the blanket in a defensive posture. The room was dimly lit, yet he could see her terrifyingly bright eyes. Ji Mingrui suddenly guessed what she was about to say next; although he had guessed it, hearing it with his own ears was still heart-wrenching.

He has been deceased for several years. Liang Jinge still kept his head down, his voice revealing not a trace of emotion. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that the exquisite cufflink on Ji Mingrui's wrist was missing, leaving the cuff empty. While it might not mean much to others, to him it seemed somewhat absurd.

Ji Mingrui, I do not love you

He drove for such a long time, weary and dusty, and it is likely not just to confront Chen Danghao. Liang Jinge watched his silhouette and suddenly felt that in a certain moment, the man’s shadow was also lonely. He did not sympathize with him, but he felt that he perhaps understood what made Ji Mingrui wish to kill that woman.

Sighing, Liang Jinge self-deprecatingly smiled, and suddenly felt a chill on his face, reminiscent of the sensation of raindrops falling in summer. Standing indoors, he looked up in confusion and happened to see Chen Danghao wrapped tightly in a large bath towel, looking down. The droplets were falling from her hair, and he could not tell what brand of shampoo it was, but suddenly the room was filled with a sweet fragrance.

Miss Chen should be taking a nap. This statement was made by the butler, who is responsible for her daily meals and routines, as well as serving as Chen's health advisor. Ji Mingrui did not stop his pace, waving his hand to signal that they need not follow him. Liang Jinge looked up, and one could see the cufflink revealed as he waved his hand.

He does not know what kind of cufflinks are good, perhaps he has known before, but he has long forgotten. Maybe the expensive ones are all good, and the ones on Ji Mingrui must be even better than the expensive ones. There is a sound of a door opening upstairs, and then the entire villa falls silent again. Liang Jinge stands at the door, gazing at the distant mountains.

He naturally could not hear the sound of the clothes being torn, followed by Ji Mingrui's increasingly furious roar. Perhaps because he always maintained a dignified exterior, having worn the mask for so long that he could not take it off, even his roar was suppressed. Chen Danghao lay awkwardly on the floor, her clothes in tatters, while the man above her cursed in frustration. She shook her disheveled hair, and in her dizziness, her reactions were delayed for a few beats, finally managing to comprehend the situation at hand. Chen Danghao lay awkwardly on the floor, her clothes in tatters, while the man above her cursed in frustration. She shook her disheveled hair, and in her dizziness, her reactions were delayed for a few beats, finally managing to comprehend the situation at hand.

How could a person live like a beast? He could also resort to violence against women. In his heart, he had not yet made a judgment about the situation, but the scales had already tipped completely in her favor. However, he did not have the right to walk over and embrace her, to help her put on the clothes that had been torn to shreds, he merely stood at the door, for a long time, in silence he lowered his head: "I am sorry, Mr. Ji, I heard a noise and thought something had happened, so I came up to take a look"

No, not even once

Her head suddenly lifted, but was immediately pressed back against his chest by his hand. The man's heartbeat remained steady, yet she had lost the calm composure she had just moments ago: "What does it mean to wait for you for five years or ten years? Have you ever asked me whether I want to wait for you? Have you ever inquired about what I truly desire? What difference does it make if you lock me in this damned place for ten years or twenty years?"

The housekeeper is a woman who appears to be nearly forty years old. Liang Jinge only knows that her surname is Qi, and Chen Danghao often directly calls her "Sister Qi." She has a neat short haircut, is quick in her movements, and speaks little. Sometimes, a week goes by with fewer than five exchanges between them. Fenghua Villa is a lonely place; the smoking young lady is lonely, the dazed bodyguard Liang is lonely, and the seemingly busy housekeeper Qi is also lonely. The loneliness of these individuals collides with one another, and no one can rescue anyone, so the days pass aimlessly, one after another. Fenghua Villa is a lonely place; the smoking young lady is lonely, the dazed bodyguard Liang is lonely, and the seemingly busy housekeeper Qi is also lonely. The loneliness of these individuals collides with one another, and no one can rescue anyone, so the days pass aimlessly, one after another.

Liangzi, being responsible is a good thing, but sometimes it's best not to meddle. Ji Mingrui said as he pushed up the glasses on his nose, the lenses making him appear extremely shrewd and calculating: I only received your information yesterday, why didn't you tell me that your father was also in real estate before?

It cannot be obtained. Every glance she casts towards you conveys with disdain: I know you love me, but I do not care for it.

There was a noticeable depression by the bedside, and in the next moment, he pulled her into his embrace. The air suddenly became heavy, and her mouth and nose were pressed against his chest, where at such a distance, she could hear his heartbeat

"It's nothing, you can go out now." Ji Mingrui released his hand, and Chen Danghao fell to the ground like a rag doll. She lay there, and from Liang Jinge's perspective, he could see her large bare back, so thin that it was almost skeletal.

She suddenly tilted her head back and laughed, not even feeling pain in her cheeks: "Ji Mingrui... didn't you say that you have countless women in your life? What do you have to satisfy those women?"

Not long after, there was another sound, as if a heavy object had fallen on his head, and directly above was Chen Danghao's room

You must have been moved at some point

The curtains in the room were drawn, and the air was thick with the scent of tobacco. The door to the room opened and closed, and she didn't even need to look up to know who had arrived; in this villa, apart from him, no one dared to enter her room so brazenly.

I do not have it, I do not love you

At their initial encounter, he was affluent and gentle, while she was innocent yet vain. Time passed, and in just two years, they ultimately became loathsome to each other. Ji Mingrui turned his head, suddenly recalling the first time he took her out to dinner long ago, when she blushed and told the waiter that she wanted a medium-rare steak.

She did not look at him, her entire body curled up motionless in the blanket, as if she were asleep. A man's somewhat rough hand rested on her shoulder, the blanket slowly slipping down, that hand gripping her rounded shoulder, forcing her to turn around and face him

A man who has lost his abilities is likely the most sensitive to humiliation, yet Chen Danghao shows no regard for his pitiful pride, laughing on the floor while wrapped in her clothes to the point of nearly losing her breath. In the next moment, she is yanked by her hair and violently slammed against the wall; he truly just wants her to be quiet, and at this moment, he has no other means but to resort to violence.

Unconsciously, Liang Jinge licked his lips

Under the backdrop of brown curtains, the interior of the room is shrouded in ambiguity. Chen Danghao has slight nearsightedness, and in such distance and light, Ji Mingrui's features are also somewhat unclear. It is said that love breeds hate, but this notion seems inaccurate now. She has never had even a moment of certainty that she loved him, yet this does not hinder her current deep-seated hatred towards him

Chen Danghao spoke this sentence sincerely, unlike the usual sarcasm. Ji Mingrui remained silent for a while, and the hand that was pressing against the back of her head slowly moved away. Seeing her still contentedly leaning against his chest, he finally said: "Danghao, wait a little longer. I cannot take over the shares in Wu Xian's hands for the time being. Once this matter is settled, I will divorce her. You are so young; what does it matter if you wait five or ten years? Moreover, during these five or ten years, I will not treat you poorly. I can give you everything you want."

I am not throwing a tantrum at you

Chen's half face was flushed red and swollen. Because she was still grappling with Ji Mingrui, her hair was in disarray and could not cover the clothes that had been pulled to her waist. It was only a few seconds after Liang Jinge rushed in that she belatedly raised her hand to shield her body.

His anger was genuine and unreserved, and Chen Danghao suddenly had an extremely ominous premonition. Although he had been trapped beside Ji Mingrui for two years, he had never forced her in bed. This unfamiliar sense of crisis made her struggle even harder beneath him. The man's hand grasped her ankle but could not seize her wrist. In the scuffle, she was dragged from the bed to the floor, her head striking the ground with a dull thud

After two years of being together, she never knew that someone as gentle and refined as Ji Mingrui could be so vicious. Her cheeks burned with pain; the slap that struck Chen Danghao left her ears ringing. In her blurred vision, she struggled to open her eyes and found herself staring into Ji Mingrui's large, terrifying pupils