One Hundred and Twelve: Deep Love Buried by Time (One Hundred and Twelve)

It was late at night when Yu Zeyao returned to the Vice Presidential Palace.

He felt tired and had been sitting in the back seat with his eyes closed. He slowly opened his eyes until the car stopped and Zhuang Yan turned around and called him.

The driver ran out of the car to open the door for him. He got out of the car. He looked up almost instinctively - that was the window of her room. These days, it was dark there, without any light.

But tonight, when he looked up, he was surprised to see that the light was on in that room.

He strode into the villa and left Zhuang Yan and the others outside.

"Sir." He hurried in without even changing his shoes and strode in. The servants greeted him respectfully, but he turned a deaf ear to them.

He went upstairs and suddenly opened the door of her room. The light inside was bright and transparent, and there was no familiar figure. Only a few servants were cleaning the room.

Hearing the noise, the servant raised his head and greeted: "Sir, good evening!"

"Are you the only ones here?" Yu Zeyao asked in a daze.

"Yes, sir. Are you looking for someone?"

Yu Zeyao glanced at the empty house, and at that moment, it was as if he had just woken up from a dream. What was he looking for? She was not here at all! She was in that villa, guarded by someone, and it was difficult for her to fly away.

Even if she could really fly out, she would never appear here. I'm afraid that she should have left with her fiancé Liang Shengyi long ago and lived together

"Sir, are you okay?" The servant noticed that his face was not right and asked worriedly.

Yu Zeyao said nothing, just slammed the door heavily and turned around to go out.

The "bang" sounded throughout the house, making people feel scared. The servants looked at each other one by one.

Everyone knew that the gentleman was in a very bad mood during the days when Miss Jing was away. It was like a bomb that could be ignited at any time. This made everyone in the family cautious.

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The night was getting darker and darker.

It was just after the New Year, and the fireworks in the city were still blooming. The more prosperous and dazzling it was outside, the more lonely and desolate she looked as she stayed alone in a house.

She caught a cold and seemed to have a fever. She felt dizzy and heavy, and she just lay on the bed, not wanting to move at all.

Jingyu was lying on the sofa with a thin blanket in his arms, and suddenly heard a movement at the door.

It was almost one o'clock.

The bodyguards outside would never come in at this time. It was impossible for the people who were filling her with supplies to come at this time.

So, who would come?

Jingyu's heart trembled, and he sat up holding the quilt, and subconsciously looked at the door. At that glance, the whole person was stunned.

The man she thought would never appear in front of her again was standing at the door at this moment. Her eyes looked over and collided with his gloomy and cold eyes.

He walked towards her step by step. Jingyu's hands holding the quilt tightened.

The next moment, the man had already stepped to the sofa. She instinctively retracted her legs and vacated the other end.

He sat down directly.

Jingyu stepped back and leaned against the other end of the sofa. The two were not too close, but he could still clearly smell the alcohol on him.

Because of his sudden appearance, the originally empty hall suddenly became much narrower for Jingyu, and even breathing was difficult.

Yu Zeyao did not take the initiative to speak, but just sat there solemnly, lighting a cigarette and smoking. For a moment, Jingyu wondered if he was going to smoke here all night.

"Pour me a glass of water." He suddenly spoke. Perhaps because he drank too much, his low voice was hoarse.

Jingyu did not respond, but just lifted the quilt, got off the sofa, and walked to the kitchen. She was a little uncomfortable with the fever, so she took a cold medicine from the cupboard and poured a glass of water out.

She bent over and put the water on the coffee table in front of him.

Yu Zeyao looked at her with a heavy eye - it was so cold, there was no heating in the room, and she was only wearing a thin nightgown. Two snow-white legs were exposed.

His eyes darkened, and he stretched out one arm and hugged her waist. With just one pull, she fell on his lap.

Because of the fever, Jingyu was burning hot all over. Now that she was held in the arms of a man, the fire burned even more vigorously.

She struggled, but the man under her hugged her tighter and tighter. Then, as if he had lost his patience, he picked her up and walked upstairs.

Jingyu knew what he wanted to do, and his fingers clenched his shirt, "Put me down!"

"Which room do you live in?" He seemed not to hear her words, and just asked himself.

Jingyu did not answer, and tugged at his shirt as a protest. However, such a protest was ineffective here. He kept a stern face, "Then just pick a room."

After saying that, he really picked a room nearby, kicked the door open and went in.

Jing Yu was groggy. As soon as she entered, he put her down and pressed her against the wall, and then began to kiss her wildly. It was like venting, revenge, and punishment. His kiss was full of crazy anger and fierce.

Jing Yu felt so depressed that she was about to explode at any time. She pushed him violently and wanted to refuse.

Such a refusal was simply adding fuel to the fire for Yu Zeyao. What were she and Liang Shengyi doing that day? She rejected herself so fiercely, so how did she behave in front of Liang Shengyi?

Enthusiastic?

If he didn't just appear there, what would the lonely man and woman do next?

All that popped up in his mind were the images of her passionately moaning in another man's arms. His breathing suddenly became much heavier, and his eyes were terribly heavy.

Jing Yu met his eyes and was so shocked that she even forgot to struggle. He suddenly grabbed her shoulders and turned her over, making her close to the wall. Because of his anger, he had a lot of strength in his hands, and his fingers seemed to pinch into her shoulder blades, making her whole body limp with pain.

"No!"

Jing Yu knew what he wanted to do. A strong sense of humiliation swept over her, and she screamed, but it was too late.

Her legs were pushed apart by the man's solid thighs, and the thin nightgown was pushed up. The thin panties inside were hooked down by his fingers and pulled down to her knees.

I don't know if it was too cold or too panicked, Jing Yu's legs trembled. She twisted her body to break free from the man's restraints, but he held her waist with one hand, making her unable to move.

There was a rustling sound behind her.

The man unbuckled his belt neatly.

Jing Yu looked back and could only see his tight facial lines without any emotion on his face.

She wanted to say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something and she couldn't make a sound. All her struggles were useless in front of this angry man.