The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

Shen Chonglu turned his head away, avoiding the kiss that was almost upon him.

His back was pressed against the wall next to the elevator; the tiles were cold and seeped through his clothes, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

Song Yunxun missed her target. Her lips brushed against the man's chin, leaving a kiss in the air. She staggered forward half a step due to inertia, almost crashing into his arms.

Shen Chonglu subconsciously pushed the person back.

The force was so great that the boy was forced back a step, and his tears fell even harder.

"Brother Shen..."

He choked back tears, gripping Shen Chonglu's arm that was pushing him away. His fingertips rubbed against the inside of his wrist, where the pulse was pounding rapidly and erratically, burning like a ball of fire with nowhere to go.

"I'm young and obedient..."

Her slender fingers slid down her wrist bone to her palm, then pulled it towards her collar.

"Fuck you! Stop messing with me!! I'm a married man!!!"

Shen Chonglu pulled his hand back as if he had seen a ghost, his fingernail accidentally leaving a shallow mark on Song Yunxun's cheek.

But he had no time to pay attention, and turned around to frantically press the elevator buttons. Just then, the elevator car arrived at the floor, and with a soft "ding", the elevator door slowly opened.

The bright white light from the lantern shone down on the two people.

Shen Chonglu stepped inside, supporting himself against the wall. His legs went weak, and his knees buckled, almost causing him to kneel down.

Song Yunxun stood outside the door, covering her face, tears dripping down her chin onto her shirt collar, leaving a small dark stain.

"Brother Shen, are you really abandoning me?"

His voice squeezed in through the crack in the door, trembling with a sob and an almost mournful tone: "I'm in so much pain... You know that... I don't need to take responsibility..."

Shen Chonglu's finger paused for a moment as he pressed the close button.

He turned his head and looked at Song Yunxun through the crack in the door that was about to close.

The boy stood under the dim yellow light of the corridor, his shirt collar wide open, tears streaming down his face. He looked disheveled and pitiful, like a lost puppy that had been abandoned.

But his eyes were full of emotion.

When a person is drugged, rejected, or accidentally injured, their eyes should show grievance, panic, and helplessness.

But Song Yunxun did not.

He stood outside the elevator, staring straight at Shen Chonglu through the increasingly narrow crack in the door. His eyes held pleading, resentment, and something Shen Chonglu was only now beginning to see clearly.

Melancholy.

He's playing the victim, hoping to soften my heart.

Although the person in front of me is only eighteen years old, he is cunning and not as harmless as he appears.

This thought was like a bucket of ice water poured over my head.

His mind was hazy from the medication, but in that instant, Shen Chonglu suddenly connected all the dots.

The other party knew there was something wrong with the water; no, it should be said that Song Yunxun was the instigator.

He waited in the bathroom, waiting for the drug to take effect, waiting for the fish to take the bait, waiting for a scene where "both of them were ambushed".

When Shen Chonglu is infatuated and confused, he will half-heartedly give in, and everything will fall into place naturally.

Shen Chonglu bit his lip and took a deep breath to suppress the rising heat.

He stared at Song Yunxun's face, a face that resembled Song Yunqi's, and what welled up in his heart was neither shock nor anger at being schemed against.

My chest feels tight and painful, like something has broken inside my ribs.

When Song Yunxi sat on the sofa that day and said, "He is my half-brother," her tone was so indifferent, but Shen Chonglu knew how much that person cared.

A child struggling to make a living under Song Yuanzhi's tutelage bears a resemblance to his former self. Although Song Yunqi claims to have "no feelings for him," he still manages to bring the child out of the KTV, providing him with money, a house, and a way out.

Young people are often cold-hearted and ungrateful, but he still showed a tenderness towards his younger brother that he himself was unaware of.

But Song Yunxun trampled this softness underfoot.

"Brother Shen..." Song Yunxun spoke again, his voice trembling, his hand gripping the elevator door frame, his fingertips reaching inside.

Shen Chonglu raised his head.

His vision was still blurry, but his eyes were clear and sharp. His voice was steady, carrying a warning.

"Song Yunxun, you're nowhere near as good as your brother."

Having said that, he raised his foot and kicked it hard at the last moment before the elevator doors closed.

The force had been greatly reduced, but Song Yunxun was caught off guard and staggered back two steps, landing hard on her backside. Looking up at him, the expression on her face finally shattered, and panic and astonishment surged out at once.

"No! Don't go!!"

The elevator doors closed, completely shutting out that ferocious expression.

"Huff... huff..."

This kick used up almost all of Shen Chonglu's strength. He slid down against the metal wall, his knees curled up, his forehead resting on his arm, and his breathing became rapid.

The discomfort did not ease at all; on the contrary, it became even more pronounced in the enclosed space.

It felt like something was crawling through my veins, burning from my chest all the way to my fingertips, and then back down to my lower body. Every nerve ending was screaming with desire.

Shen Chonglu bit his lower lip until it bled, the metallic taste filling his mouth, barely keeping him conscious.

The elevator descended smoothly, the numbers ticking down one by one, until it stopped on the first floor.

The door opened, but he didn't have the strength to stand up and could only watch helplessly as the elevator doors closed.

The man struggled to pull his phone out of his pocket, his fingers trembling so badly that he accidentally swiped the screen twice before finally unlocking it.

I found the lawyer's number and dialed it. It was answered after three rings.

"Mr. Shen, what's wrong?"

"……Where are you?"

"I just finished going over the remaining procedures with the manager in the lobby on the first floor."

"Come up and pick me up," Shen Chonglu said, panting heavily.

"In the elevator..."

"What's wrong? Your voice sounds off—"

"Don't ask anymore, come pick me up."

After saying that, he loosened his grip and the phone slipped to the ground.

His vision blurred, and the elevator lights stretched into a blinding white in front of him. He closed his eyes, his mind filled with Song Yunxi's face.

"Wife... I feel unwell..."

Shen Chonglu buried his face in his arms, letting out a muffled gasp.

His fingers dug into his thigh, his nails sinking into his flesh, the pain coming from his leg and mingling with the burning sensation in his lower abdomen.

Footsteps came from outside the door.

When the lawyer arrived, he saw him huddled in the corner of the elevator. His expression changed drastically, and he quickly walked in.

"Mr. Shen, how are you?"

"Take me away..."

Shen Chonglu looked up at him, his eyes red-rimmed and his lips still stained with blood from biting them: "Go to the hospital."

The lawyer didn't ask any more questions. He first picked up the phone, then helped the man out of the elevator by supporting his arm, and half-dragged, half-supported him as they walked out of the lobby.

Shen Chonglu's feet felt weak and unsteady on the ground, each step felt like floating, his knees were trembling, and most of his body weight was on the lawyer.

His tall and large frame was a considerable burden for lawyers of average build, and both of them had a difficult time walking.

The lobby was bright and spacious. Since it was daytime, there were no guests or staff around. Shen Chonglu felt dizzy and could no longer see the way. He could only walk out of the door by feeling.

The lawyer helped the man into the back seat of the car. He leaned back in the back seat and frantically tore at his clothes, trying to get a brief moment of coolness and comfort.

As the engine started, the car drove out of the KTV parking lot and merged into the main road.

A cool breeze blew in through the cracks in the car window, blowing on his sweat-dampened collar.

Shen Chonglu took out his phone from his pocket, turned it over and placed it face down on his knee, and suddenly felt like crying.

My wife isn't replying to my messages.

My brother-in-law is scheming against me.

But I dare not cry. A man bleeds but does not shed tears; I cannot be sentimental like a young boy.

Even though he had given up hope, he still opened WeChat to see if Song Yunqi had replied, only to find that she had already responded ten minutes earlier.

Okay, I'll be waiting for you at home.

He stared at the sentence, his eyes stinging, biting his lower lip to keep the tears from falling. The wound on the corner of his mouth that had just scabbed over split open again, and the taste of blood spread in his mouth.

The lawyer glanced at him in the rearview mirror, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Mr. Shen, should we contact Mr. Song first?"

"No need." Shen Chonglu's voice was muffled in his arms, so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

Don't tell him.

Song Yunxi is pregnant and cannot be stimulated; there's no need to bring these trivial matters to his attention.

The lawyer kept quiet, and the car drove smoothly toward the hospital.

Shen Chonglu curled up in the back seat, his phone off silent and clutched to his chest, his mind racing with only two things on his mind.

He did not betray his wife and children.

as well as.

Song Yunxun is a despicable woman who came to destroy my happy little family.