Chapter Thirty-Six: Your Young Master

I was left speechless by his words, struggling for a long time before I finally squeezed out two words: “Sophistry.”

He released my hair, reached behind the seat, and pulled out a knife, pressing it against my face.

The cold touch made me gasp, and I didn’t dare argue anymore. It felt as though if my breath were too loud, the blade would slice my skin.

The small knife moved across my face—from chin, to cheek, to nose, then to my cheekbone, finally stopping below my eye. With every movement, I felt worse than dead.

They say a woman adorns herself for the one she loves. I hadn’t had the chance, and now my beauty was about to be destroyed—it was truly a curse.

Luo Ange stared at my face. “Tell me, if I put a hole in both the chin and forehead of your good friend Xia Qi, and dig a cavity in her heart, how fast would the blood spurt out—meters per second?”

It seemed he’d already learned that it was Xia Qi who told Mu Ying to go to the café that day. My whole body trembled. “Luo Ange, Xia Qi has nothing to do with this. All the blame is mine.”

He asked, “Are you demanding that I put everything on your shoulders alone?”

I nodded, tears brimming in my eyes. “Yes. As long as you don’t trouble my friend, I’m willing to do anything.”

He seemed to have been waiting for those words. “Anything?”

I hesitated. If he asked me to do something unethical, would I have to agree?

He seized my chin again, forcing me to look at him. Before I could speak, he leaned in, giving me no chance to resist, and fiercely claimed my lips.

I couldn’t push him away; he pinned my hands high against the window, his knee pressed against my abdomen, leaving me utterly immobile.

I didn’t know why Luo Ange wanted to kiss me—just as he had at Lan Jing Lake. I had no skill whatsoever, only a sense of suffocating discomfort.

Perhaps my lack of resistance satisfied his perverse vanity, for he pried open my mouth, biting my tongue and pulling at it.

It hurt so much that I finally began to cry, beating at his chest, desperate for him to let go.

He eased his grip slightly, but before I could escape, he leaned in again, this time biting my collarbone.

Something flashed through my mind, and I shoved him hard. “You lied to me! You said I kicked you and you had problems in that area, but here you are kissing me. You're a freak!”

He straightened up, patted his seat, and narrowed his eyes at me, a dangerous aura radiating. “Are you trying to renege?”

I shook my head. “I hurt Mu Ying and I’m willing to take responsibility, but your… problem, I can’t be responsible for. Go find another woman.”

Having said that, I tugged at my clothes and pushed the door open to get out of the car.

Zhu Bang was still waiting outside. When he saw me, he seemed surprised. I bit my lip and muttered, “Assistant Zhu, your young master is in heat. Please help him find a woman to solve it. As for Mu Ying, I’ll wait for your call.”

Zhu Bang wanted to say something, but Luo Ange’s voice came from behind: “Let her go.”

I didn’t look back, just walked away faster and faster. Tears streamed down my face, unstoppable.

Kirin ran up to me, and I hadn’t even had time to wipe my tears before he saw them.

He grabbed me. “What’s wrong? Did Lei Zhiyi give you trouble?”

I shook my head, wiping away my tears. “No, I just thought of Du Fanchuan, and it made me cry.”

He laughed at my weakness, and I had to agree—I truly was pathetic. Du Fanchuan abandoned me, and I had paid the price of losing a third of my stomach and nearly going blind.

He was the man I’d loved for so many years; for him, shedding blood and tears, even dying, seemed justified.

But with Luo Ange, I had no ties at all. Why was I crying for him? What was he to me—a mere apple peel?

When we returned to the hall, Luo Ange was already seated again beside Principal Xia, as if the man who’d spoken to me in the car earlier was only someone who looked like him.

Lei Zhiyi stood on the stage, announcing the donation list for the third time. I heard Luo Ange’s name again. He was not only establishing the Lan Feng Scholarship at Kang University, but also offering full sponsorship for outstanding students to study abroad, and welcoming Kang University graduates to work at Lan Feng.