Chapter 7 – Total Humiliation (Adapted Translation)
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Ye Zhen's eyes glinted with an intensity that made Mo Xiaoxi's heart tighten. Without warning, he swept her up in his arms like a storm.
She was so small, her body weightless under his strong grip, flailing like an autumn leaf in the wind. And in that moment, she resented her own weakness—resented not being strong enough to resist him.
Then, instinctively, she bit down on his arm, hard.
“What the hell are you doing?!” he roared above her, furious.
But she didn’t stop. She clenched her jaw until the taste of blood brushed her tongue. Only then did she let go, eyes squeezed shut, bracing herself for whatever punishment would come.
To her surprise, he didn’t lash out. He merely glanced at the red imprint of her teeth on his forearm, then went quiet—his face dark and unreadable.
Without another word, he carried her upstairs, opened the door, and roughly dropped her onto the bed.
“You hate me that much? Want revenge?” he asked coldly, his voice like a frozen blade.
“Yes,” she said, teeth clenched. “I want to kill you.”
“You’re the one who started this!” he snapped. “You brought this on yourself!”
“I know,” she replied, her voice bitter. “I made a mistake. I accept the consequences. But what about you? You think you're innocent?”
Blood from her lip trickled down her face, but her smile was unbroken—strangely calm, even eerie.
“I pity you, Ye Zhen. The only way you can keep a woman is through force. You don’t know love. You’ve never been loved. You’re nothing but a coward, and you’ll die never knowing what real love is—because you’re not worthy of it.”
“Shut up!” he bellowed. His hands shot out and wrapped around her neck.
His fury was unlike anything she’d seen before. It was as if the beast inside him had finally been unleashed, no longer content to lurk in shadows.
He squeezed. She couldn’t breathe. Her vision blurred. She felt like she was sinking, as if someone had dragged her underwater and refused to let go.
But she didn’t struggle. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the darkness.
At last, just when she thought it was over, his grip loosened. Air rushed into her lungs. She gasped and coughed, her face flushed crimson as she lay there, still and shaken.
Ye Zhen stormed off.
“You think I’ll grant your wish and kill you? Dream on,” he snarled as he disappeared. “I won’t let you off that easily. I’ll make you suffer until you beg me to end it.”
Left alone, Mo Xiaoxi lay on the floor, laughing—a mad, broken laugh that quickly turned into sobs.
She was a nobody, raised in an orphanage. People called her all kinds of names—greedy, shameless, a burden.
She was the girl no one wanted.
But then she met Lan Sijing.
That boy with the sunshine smile had been her only light in a cold world. Seeing him made her believe the world wasn’t all bad.
But one day, he left for school overseas. And when he returned, he had moved on. He still cared for her—but only as a little sister, even though she was a year older.
Still, she hadn’t held it against him. Just being near him was enough. Watching his life from afar was her way of silently supporting him.
“Lan Sijing…” she murmured, wiping away tears that wouldn’t stop. “Will I ever see your smile again? Will I live long enough to see you happy?”
Crying quietly, she fell asleep.
She didn’t wake until the sun was high in the sky. Panicked, she shot upright, muttering, “Oh no, I’m late—I’m going to be yelled at again!”
Then reality hit her.
This wasn’t her apartment. She wasn’t home. And the realization sent a wave of sorrow crashing over her again.
Ye Zhen was gone. Probably off to his office at Jin Yi Investment. A CEO’s life was busier than hers as a small-time reporter—though “busy” was a relative term in his case.
With the house empty, she felt a flicker of hope. Maybe she could sneak out unnoticed.
But just as she tiptoed toward the door, she slammed into something—hard.
She yelped, clutching her nose, only to look up and see Ye Zhen staring down at her.
“Running off like a thief?” he sneered.
“I’m late for work,” she replied stiffly. That, at least, was true.
“Not anymore. I already submitted your resignation.”
His voice was ice. No room for negotiation. He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her back into the living room.
Mo Xiaoxi stared at him, dumbfounded. She’d been so sure—he had promised she could continue working!
“You said— You promised—” she sputtered, before rage overwhelmed her. She launched herself at him, fists flying.
But her blows were weak, nothing more than a drizzle of paper raindrops against stone. He didn’t even flinch.
Before long, her fists were red and swollen, and she was the one who hurt the most.
“Lan Sijing won’t agree to this!” she cried.
Ye Zhen’s eyes turned cold and sharp. “He has no reason to object.”
“What did you do to him?” she demanded.
“I didn’t touch him. I simply pulled Jin Yi’s funding from Tianyu.”
“You’re despicable!”
“I’m not the one who started this,” he shot back.
“No matter what you do, he won’t cave! He’s not like you!”
Ye Zhen let out a cold laugh. “You’re right. He’s not. Congratulations.”
Even as he said it, his arrogance didn’t fade. “But it doesn’t matter. What I decide doesn’t change.”
What truly angered him was discovering the truth: his supposed leverage over Tianyu meant nothing.
He had assumed Tianyu relied on Jin Yi’s financial backing. But when he checked the records, he found out—they had never taken a cent.
Not once. Not in ten years.
His threat had backfired.
And for the first time in a long while, Ye Zhen tasted something he wasn't used to:
Humiliation.
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