Fated to My Billionaire Husband

Jian Yufei’s resistance was easily subdued by the man. She was already weak from his earlier torment, and her body was frail.

So, at this moment, even a slight struggle left her feeling drained.

Being a woman truly is sad, just in sheer strength, they fall far behind men.

“Ruan Tianling, what the hell do you want?” Jian Yufei asked him, panting.

The man moved skillfully, a skill probably acquired from undressing countless women before.

“What do you think I want— a loving relationship between husband and wife, it’s natural!” He said sinisterly, which she knew was intentional on his part.

He had not told her the truth.

“What is your aim?” It can’t just be a simple desire to touch her, could it?

“Indeed, it’s difficult to please women and villains. Look at your way of thinking; you’re quite the villain,” he retorted.

Ruan Tianling pushed her hand away, his eyes stern, he had already forced his way in.

Jian Yufei let out a stifled groan and cursed him bitterly in her heart.

He is the real villain, a truly despicable one!

As she could not fight back, all she could do was try to minimize the harm to herself.

Jian Yufei tried to relax, but her body remained tense. She realized she had developed a fear of such situations.

They made her uncomfortable, both physically and emotionally.

Her breathing became more and more difficult, no matter how wide she opened her mouth to inhale, it never seemed enough.

She was seriously short of oxygen, and felt like vomiting!

She started to wonder if she would be the first person to die from oxygen deprivation during sex.

“Get off, go away!” She struggled again. The man held down her shoulders, making her like a fish trapped on a chopping board. “I suggest you behave and stop resisting, or you’ll only make things more difficult for yourself!” he warned.

Jian Yufei turned a deaf ear and kept struggling. Her eyes saw nothing clearly anymore, her mind was in daze.

At this point, the only instinct left in her was to resist.

At some point, her wrists were tied to the bedpost with his belt. Unable to resist any longer, she collapsed onto the bed like a deflated ball.

When it all ended, Jian Yufei gently closed her eyes, holding back the tears welling up in them.

The grip around her wrists was loosened; Ruan Tianling had untied her.

Due to her struggling, a red mark had formed around her fair wrists where the belt had pressed against her skin.

Ruan Tianling held her hand, his thumb rubbing the red mark.

Jian Yufei didn’t even have the strength to pull away her hand. She opened her eyes to glare at him, her look full of icy resentment, as if he were a terrible criminal.

Ruan Tianling’s eyes were dark. He smirked coldly, holding her chin playfully with his fingers. “Hate me? If you had behaved yourself and not vexed me, would you have suffered like this? I preferred your previous personality. Now, you’re like a hedgehog bristling with thorns, making me itch to pluck them all out!”

Jian Yufei’s lashes fluttered. She looked calmly at him, “I don’t believe that you won’t divorce me someday.”

Once we’re divorced, they would no longer have anything to do with each other.

At that time, he will be him, she will be her. Let’s see how he can bully her then.

Ruan Tianling let out a faint smile, not revealing what he knew about her thoughts.

He also didn’t tell her that if he wanted to play a game, regardless of their relationship status, he didn’t care.

To him, marriage was a useless piece of paper; it held no sway over him.

Even if they divorced, as long as he wanted, she still wouldn’t be able to escape from his grasp.