Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

When she woke up again, she was back at the villa.

The curtains were half-drawn, the room was dimly lit, water and medicine were placed on the bedside table, and very light footsteps could be faintly heard outside the door.

Shi Luyu stared at the ceiling for a long time without saying a word.

On the first day, she neither ate nor drank.

The maid brought the food to her table, but she didn't even look at it or touch the water.

Xu Yuanjia did not come.

The same thing happened the next day.

The food was brought in and then taken out untouched. Twice, someone came to persuade her to stay, but Shi Luyu remained seated by the window, motionless, as if her very soul had vanished.

On the third night, Xu Yuanjia finally arrived.

The man, carrying a bowl of porridge, sat down next to her rocking chair, his expression calm. "Open your mouth."

Shi Luyu turned her face away, refusing to look at him.

Xu Yuanjia handed her the spoon, held it to her lips, and waited a few seconds.

She remained motionless.

The next instant, he loosened his grip on the spoon, and shards of porcelain and porridge splashed together.

Xu Yuanjia looked at her, the warmth in his eyes gradually fading, but in the end he didn't get angry. He just got up and had someone bring him another bowl.

On the fourth day, he changed his approach.

He sat on the edge of the bed, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and took a bite himself. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, then he scooped up another spoonful and brought it to her lips.

His gaze was fixed on her, the meaning couldn't be clearer.

—Either she swallows it, or he continues to feed her bite by bite in this way.

Shi Luyu's face turned pale, her fingers gripping the corner of the blanket tightly, and finally tears fell.

When that tear fell, she seemed to have finally been completely shattered.

She lowered her head and took the first bite.

When I swallowed it, my throat felt like it was being scraped by a knife.

Xu Yuanjia looked at her, his gaze finally softening. He reached out and gently wiped away her tears. "That's a good girl."

That night, Shi Luyu rushed into the bathroom, grabbed the sink, and vomited up everything she had eaten.

She vomited until her face turned deathly pale, her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and her eyes were bloodshot.

When she came out, she looked completely drained.

As night deepened, Shi Luyu finally lost control completely.

She smashed the table lamp to the ground.

Next came the vase, the mirror, the water glass...

Everything that could be smashed shattered one by one, with glass, porcelain shards, and metal fragments scattered all over the ground, the sounds of the collisions piercingly sharp in the night.

Broken glass covered the floor, and the light reflected off it, making it shimmer coldly.

Shi Luyu stood barefoot in the center of the fragments.

Her face was pale, her long hair was disheveled, and her eyes were terribly red, like a flower that had finally been driven to the brink of despair, its very roots bleeding.

The moment the door was pushed open, a vase came crashing down with tremendous force.

Xu Yuanjia stood still, without even frowning, only slightly tilting his head at the last moment.

The vase grazed his pale profile before shattering against the doorframe.

A loud bang rang out, shattering porcelain everywhere. Several sharp fragments bounced off his shoulder and then silently slid away.

A piece of debris grazed his cheek, leaving a white mark.

She glared at him fiercely, her hands continuing their work.

The small fish tank crashed into the French window, spilling water all over the floor. Goldfish fell into the water and struggled and jumped around. The tank shattered into several pieces.

The mirror was pushed by the chair and cracked in the middle, her face shattering into countless pieces in a spiderweb-like pattern of cracks.

She swept the decorations off the cabinet one by one, the sound of shattering glass dense and crisp, like some kind of out-of-control heartbeat.

She walked among the shards, still searching for something to smash. As she stepped on the glass, blood seeped from her wounds, spreading a small patch of dark red on the gray-white floor.

She didn't look down at her feet; her tense and angry state of mind prevented her from paying attention to anything else.

Xu Yuanjia paused at the door for two seconds, his gaze shifting from the shards scattered on the ground to her feet, and then to her face.

His expression was as calm as if he were inspecting a room that had been ruffled by the wind:

"Not satisfied with the layout of this room? Your husband will get you a cleaner one?"

He immediately released the doorknob, strode in, and his shoes crunched over the broken glass.

"Your room," Shi Luyu's lips curled into a smile, "is filthy, just like you!"

Xu Yuanjia did not answer.

He came in, knelt down in front of her, took her injured ankle, lifted her foot, and turned it over.

A shard of glass was embedded in the flesh, its edges reflecting light under the lamp.

"Don't touch me!"

She pulled her foot back, and he gripped it even tighter.

He looked up at her and said calmly, "You've lost a lot of blood."

"I know it myself." She stared at him. "You don't need to worry about me."

"You are my wife," he said, pressing his thumb gently against the wound, causing blood to gush out.

"Are you smashing these things to sever your Achilles tendons, so you can never walk again and will have to rely on me?"

He smiled faintly, but didn't ask, "Are you sure you want to grant my wish this way?"

"I want you to get out."

Xu Yuanjia did not respond.

He took out tweezers and iodine from the bedside table drawer, his movements as practiced as if he had done it countless times before.

He forcibly lifted her onto the sofa, squatted down, grabbed her feet, pinched the shard of glass in the wound, and pulled it out with a slight lift of his wrist.

"Tomorrow I'll replace all these cups with something that won't break." His tone was flat. "You can break as many as you want."

"I can break anything." She watched him drip iodine onto her wound, and her toes curled slightly.

"Xu Yuanjia, if you lock me up here, I can tear this place down to ruins. How long do you think you can keep me locked up?"

"Keep it locked until you don't want to take it off anymore." He put a band-aid on her, then took a pair of cotton socks from the closet, and, supporting her ankles, put them on one by one.

She laughed in exasperation: "What if I keep taking it apart?"

"Then I'll keep picking them up," he said.

He stood up, picked up a broom and dustpan, and began to clean up the debris.

The broken tiles were picked up piece by piece, and the shards of glass were swept into piles.

Shi Luyu sat on the edge of the bed, watching his back.

"Is this how you always are?" Her sarcastic voice came from behind. "When others smash things, you kneel down and pick them up?"

"I'll only pick yours." He didn't turn around.

"Do you think doing this will make me soften?" she asked.

"I don't think so." Xu Yuanjia poured a handful of porcelain shards into a winnowing basket. "But I don't like you stepping on the shards."

Her laughter grew louder, forced out of her throat: "It's as if you locked me up here because you felt sorry for me."

He stopped what he was doing, turned around and glanced at her. "Of course not, I want Guai Guai to be mine alone."

"Keep dreaming!"