Xu Yinsheng was literally laughed into unconsciousness.
Zhao Yicheng was unbearably merciless, constantly tickling her, making her squirm, and at the same time forcing her to call out, “Husband, I was wrong!”
As a result, Xu Yinsheng laughed nonstop for half an hour, completely exhausted from laughing.
When she came to again, she was already lying on the bed inside the plane cabin heading back to the country.
Her hands and feet were bound with specially made shackles, allowing only slight movement by twisting her body.
Xu Yinsheng tried to break free using brute force, but after struggling for a long while, the result was negligible—let’s just say it was utterly useless.
Waterproof, fireproof, and resistant to brute strength!
Damn it, where on earth did Zhao Yicheng get these?!
After the “Sanheyi” was deactivated, Xu Yinsheng’s stomach started rumbling loudly.
Before she fainted from laughter, she had already been starving to the point of collapse.
She had barely regained some strength by sleeping, but now it was all gone again.
Just as Xu Yinsheng was about to starve faint once more, Zhao Yicheng entered the room pushing a bowl of thin porridge.
He had changed into casual white clothes, the wounds on his arms had healed, and all traces of blood on him had vanished.
The faint scent of rice filled the air, and Xu Yinsheng’s eyes immediately brightened.
But when she saw Zhao Yicheng’s infuriatingly smug grin, she proudly turned her head away.
Not even dogs would eat this!
“Hmph~ I’m not eating it~ I won’t eat it~”
“You weakling~ weakling~, you’ll never give in~”
“Hey hey~ I hate you the most~~ weakling~.”
She was being forced.
She was being forced.
She was being forced!
Xu Yinsheng kept cheering herself on in her mind!
Zhao Yicheng watched as Xu Yinsheng kept licking the porridge in the bowl, while listening to her words, which sounded less like resistance and more like coquettish teasing.
For a moment, he couldn’t tell who was crazier.
During the feeding, Xu Yinsheng also tried to indirectly ask Zhao Yicheng if his previous promises—like testifying in front of her parents—still counted.
Zhao Yicheng only smiled silently, without answering, and simply fed her more eagerly.
Xu Yinsheng turned her head to look out the window at the rolling clouds.
Alright, a man’s words are lies.
After the plane landed, it was dusk, close to evening, with the sky dull and gray.
Zhao Yicheng hurriedly transferred flights with Xu Yinsheng and flew straight to Tianlin City.
The plane took off again, roaring loudly as it climbed into the sky.
Outside the cabin was pitch black; nothing could be seen, only the rumbling noise and the rising airflow.
Inside, the lighting was dim, with a few small lamps casting faint glows.
Zhao Yicheng glanced at the already asleep Xu Yinsheng beside him and smiled faintly.
The valuable items in the villa would be entrusted to a moving company, but he carried his most precious treasure with him.
After a flurry of activity, the two arrived in Tianlin City in the early hours.
Unlike coastal Binhai City, known for its rain and seafood, Tianlin City was inland, with a warm, humid climate rich in coal and petroleum—a land abundant with mineral resources.
Zhao Yicheng also had a villa in Tianlin City—imposing and grand, simple and elegant, sturdier than the one in Binhai City.
The walls were covered with thorny iron nets adorned with red roses and green mugwort, making it a vibrant splash of color at first glance.
In fact, these thorny iron nets were not only spiked but also electrified.
They looked new because they had been installed recently.
Along the way, dazed and confused, Xu Yinsheng noticed more than four security cameras, and those were just the obvious ones.
Upon entering the villa, Zhao Yicheng removed the shackles from Xu Yinsheng’s hands and feet.
Before she could even rejoice for three seconds, he took out a brand-new set of shackles from another black briefcase and replaced the old ones.
“This is what you call love?”
Xu Yinsheng glanced disdainfully at the cuffs on her wrists.
Perhaps for aesthetic reasons, Zhao Yicheng had designed them in pink with some lace and frills, making them look delicate and pretty, but to Xu Yinsheng, they were absolutely disgusting.
She lifted her eyes and glared at the man squatting on the floor fastening the ankle shackles, sneering bitterly, “Your so-called love is as twisted as ever.”
Zhao Yicheng said nothing, quietly squatted down, and gently slipped the ankle cuff onto her slender ankle with his fair, long fingers.
Then he stood up and looked at Xu Yinsheng with a trace of tenderness in his eyes, speaking indifferently, “Xiaosheng, this time you won’t escape.”
His pale fingers softly brushed the stray hairs from her forehead behind her ear before planting a kiss on her cheek.
Such gentle, doting actions only earned a cold snort from Xu Yinsheng.
Seeing this, Zhao Yicheng sighed helplessly and took out a pink collar from the black briefcase.
“I know you too well, Xiaoyin.”
“You’re definitely still thinking about running away.”
“I can’t afford to gamble, nor do I dare to.”
Saying this, he slowly fastened the high-tech collar around Xu Yinsheng’s long, graceful neck.
“I have a company, I have work, and I earn money to support you.”
“I can’t keep you by my side all the time, nor can I focus on you every moment.”
The cold touch sent shivers through Xu Yinsheng’s body.
She dared not look at the man and silently clenched her fists tightly.
Click! The collar snapped shut.
“Actually, Xiaoyin, you should try to understand me,” Zhao Yicheng said.
“I have my reasons for doing this.”
She desperately wanted to pry open Zhao Yicheng’s skull to see what was inside.
She was the one being caged, imprisoned, and toyed with at will!
What right did Zhao Yicheng have to claim he had reasons?
“Did you take your medicine today? If not, take more—it’s good stuff!”
Xu Yinsheng mocked silently.
Medicine is poison in part; take more, and I hope Zhao Yicheng goes to meet the King of Hell sooner.
“Seems like you haven’t taken today’s yet,” Zhao Yicheng said, then withdrew his hand and grabbed the constantly swaying cat tail behind Xu Yinsheng, slipping a small silver ring onto it.
Xu Yinsheng glanced back.
This was definitely Zhao Yicheng’s twisted fetish!
After all this, Zhao Yicheng took a step back, his gaze scanning Xu Yinsheng’s entire body as if appraising a precious treasure.
After a long moment, satisfied, he withdrew his gaze and tossed an old-fashioned phone to Xu Yinsheng.
“Pick a room yourself. I’ll be at the company tomorrow, from eight to six. The fridge has fresh vegetables, milk, and eggs. Cook for yourself when you’re hungry. If you need anything, just message me on this phone.”
After speaking, Zhao Yicheng affectionately rubbed Xu Yinsheng’s nimble cat ears.
In her confused gaze, he took out several ingredients from the fridge and headed into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Watching Zhao Yicheng’s departing figure, Xu Yinsheng suddenly called out, “Hey, do your words mean anything? If I don’t run, when will you take me to meet my parents?”
Zhao Yicheng paused.
He turned his head, half of his face sinking into shadow, and said:
“When you truly accept me in your heart.”