Chapter 65: What Do You Have to Beg Me With? Extra chapter for Juajuan Loves Sushi

With such comfort, Lei Zhiyi burst into tears. "It hurts so much," she sobbed.

"There, there, let me see. I'll blow on it and it won't hurt anymore. Be good," Luo Ange cooed, blowing gently on her lips. The two appeared deeply affectionate, and everyone played along with smiles.

As I exhaled in relief, sweat beaded on my forehead. I had little appetite to begin with, and now it was entirely gone. Luo Ange led the tearful Lei Zhiyi upstairs, saying she was going to apply ointment.

Shu Congxuan noticed I was absent-minded and quietly asked why I was eating so little.

"I’m full," I replied distractedly. He didn't press further, emanating a warmth and sense of security.

I desperately wanted to leave, so I made up an excuse about stomach pain. Truthfully, my stomach really did ache—thanks to that lunatic.

Mo Yinghuai saw I wasn't faking and told Shu Congxuan to take me home.

I couldn't bear to linger another moment, so after a polite farewell, I slung my bag over my shoulder and left with Shu Congxuan.

Outside the grand Luo family mansion, Shu Congxuan chatted casually with me. He was a software engineer, and his sister was Luo Ange's stepmother, Shu Aiqing—the designer of "As Tender As Me."

In Kang City, the surname Shu was unusual. Suddenly, I recalled a prominent official often seen on TV, also surnamed Shu. Could it be...?

Shu Congxuan nodded calmly. "Yes, that's my father."

I cried out in surprise, "So that's your dad!"

He laughed, "I usually don’t admit it. People say I got where I am because of connections."

Of course people would say that. Just like last year and the year before, when I won scholarships, some claimed it was because I was close with Xia Qi and that Principal Xia gave them to me.

We chatted pleasantly all the way, feeling as if we’d met too late in life.

At the courtyard, I stood at the gate watching his car drive away before slowly heading inside.

Ajiu rushed over, the little thing starving and staring at me with pitiful eyes. I made it dinner, gave it a bath, and then cuddled with it on the sofa to watch TV.

Xia Qi called to discuss our travel plans—a promise from earlier. She and Li Wanqiu wanted to go to Qingdao for seafood, while I preferred Lijiang or Dali.

As we debated, I suddenly heard her gasp, followed by faint breaths.

I knew she was with Jiang Chenghuan. The young couple were inseparable, seizing every chance to be intimate. I had no desire to be a third wheel.

After hanging up, I went to my room to sleep. Exhausted from the day, I quickly drifted off, only to bolt upright in the middle of the night.

Someone sat by my bed. Terrified, I screamed and instinctively reached under my pillow for the dagger.

He pinned me down; I was thrown flat on the bed, his weight pressing against me as his teeth bit into my chin.

I cried out in pain, "Luo Ange, you lunatic!"

With a sharp click, the bedside lamp snapped on. It was indeed him, face dark with fury as he held me down.

I always wore a nightgown to sleep, and now the blanket lay discarded on the floor, my nightgown pulled up to reveal my pale thighs.

Noticing the change in his gaze, I knew what it meant and shoved him away, pointing at the door, demanding he leave.

He was trespassing—I could easily call the police.

Furious, I felt like my lungs might explode. Why wouldn't his ghost leave me alone?

Luo Ange straightened his clothes, leaned over, and fixed his eyes on me, sneering, "What, didn’t keep Shu Congxuan around—were you waiting for me?"

I slapped his face. He didn't dodge, taking it full force.

The next second, he lunged at me. One hand slid beneath my nightgown, the other pinned my hands above my head.

I was utterly helpless, feeling his hand moving lower from my abdomen. Terrified, I arched my body.

"Luo Ange, don’t touch me, please..."

He didn’t stop. Instead, he bit my lips. "What will you use to beg me?"