Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

On Thursday afternoon, Shi Luyu had no classes. She left the school and, instead of waiting for Xu Yuanjia's flashy supercar, walked to the bus stop, boarded the bus, and found a window seat.

The bus was crowded, and she was pushed to the middle of the carriage by the flow of people. Holding onto the handrail, she looked out the window at the receding city.

When the bus arrived at the station, she got off and walked down a small path that she had to take to get back to her apartment.

This road is bustling during the day, with fruit vendors, shoe repair shops, and barbecue stalls, but it becomes deserted and shrouded in smoke in the evening.

Shi Luyu walked for a while, then suddenly stopped.

She sensed someone behind her.

It felt as if she was being secretly watched, creeping up her back like ants moving along her spine, a chilling sensation.

She turned around abruptly; the alley was deserted, and the setting sun cast a long shadow of her on the gray cement ground.

nobody.

She quickened her pace, but the feeling didn't disappear; instead, it grew stronger. She felt the weight of that gaze on the back of her head. She didn't dare turn around; her heart was pounding in her ears.

I gripped the strap of my schoolbag tightly and jogged to the corner of the last alley.

Suddenly! A hand reached out from behind, grabbed her shoulder, and pulled her back.

"what!"

A scream burst from her throat, her camera bag slipped off her shoulder, and she instinctively raised her arm to block it.

"What are you yelling for? You scared the hell out of me!"

Xu Chenglin released her shoulder, took a step back, and rubbed his ear while baring his teeth.

He was wearing a dirty camouflage jacket, his hair was longer than when we last met, sticking out in a mess, and his expression was somewhere between annoyance and amusement.

When Shi Luyu recognized him, her heart was still pounding in her chest. She leaned against the wall, panting heavily, "Why...why are you following me?"

"Nothing." Xu Chenglin tucked the unlit cigarette behind his ear, put his hands in his pockets, and tilted his head casually. "I was planning to assassinate Xu Yuanjia in this area when I suddenly saw you, and I thought it would be fun to scare you."

Shi Luyu glared at him, her heart still pounding, but the fear had mostly subsided, replaced by a nameless anger: "Another assassination attempt? You said you were going to assassinate someone last time, and you still haven't done it."

Xu Chenglin's expression froze for a moment.

"Damn it, you think I'm joking?" His voice rose eight octaves, as furious as a tiger whose tail had been stepped on. "I've assassinated Xu Yuanjia thirteen times! And I haven't succeeded even once!"

He started counting on his fingers, getting angrier and angrier as he spoke: "The first time, I planted a bomb in his car, and he fucking got out three minutes early, killing two of his bodyguards. He was just standing on the side of the road watching the fireworks!"

"The second time, I bribed his cook to poison the porridge. He poured out the bowl, saying it was cooked too beautifully. Beautiful! What normal person would refuse to drink porridge just because it looks so good?"

Shi Luyu's lips twitched slightly.

"The third time," Xu Chenglin's voice lowered, filled with a gnashing hatred, "I planted a sniper at the shooting range he frequented. He shot him in the head with a backhand shot. The bullet went through the scope, and the sniper didn't close his eyes until he died."

He paused, kicked a pebble on the ground, and said, "Thirteen times, I tried thirteen different methods. That bastard always seemed to know in advance and hid perfectly!"

Looking at his furious state, Shi Luyu suddenly felt that this person wasn't so scary after all. He was like a student who had scored zero on thirteen exams, his anger tinged with a hint of grievance, and his grievance tinged with a hint of resentment.

It's... kind of funny.

"Are you really his brother?" she asked.

Xu Chenglin raised his head, his gaze falling on her face. Beneath that irritable exterior, a hint of seriousness shone through: "The real deal."

"Don't believe me? Why don't you kill him for me, and then you can come with me. I'm better at treating women than he is."

Shi Luyu rolled her eyes: "Tch. So what if you have a lot of experience with women? You're just a rotten cucumber, thinking you're some hot commodity."

Xu Chenglin's face flushed red instantly: "You filthy woman—"

"Since you're his brother," Shi Luyu interrupted him, hesitated for a moment, and lowered her voice, "then do you know... Lin Wanqing?"

Xu Chenglin stopped cursing. He thought for a moment, and his expression changed from anger to disdain, as if he were watching a spectacle with schadenfreude.

"Oh, her?" He scoffed. "The old man and the Lin family have long wanted to arrange a marriage between them. Lin Wanqing was raised from childhood to be Mrs. Xu's daughter. She was taught etiquette, what clothes to wear, and who to meet—everything was taught to her personally. Everyone in the Xu family knows that she is Xu Yuanjia's..."

He didn't finish speaking because Shi Luyu's face had already turned pale.

Her lips moved slightly, but no sound came out. Her fingers gripped the camera bag strap so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Xu Chenglin looked at her and suddenly leaned closer. His face was so close to hers that she could see the ash on his eyelashes and smell the mixture of tobacco and gunpowder on him.

"What? You know what your brother Jiajia really is now?" His voice was low, a wicked pleasure in his laughter. "How about it? Why don't you become my woman, and I'll kill him to avenge you?"

He lowered his head and brought his lips close to her face.

Shi Luyu came to her senses and realized that he was trying to molest her, so she subconsciously raised her hand.

But before her slap landed on his face—

"Bang!!"

A muffled thud. Xu Chenglin was sent flying, as if hit by an unseen car. His back slammed into a pile of debris by the roadside, causing cardboard boxes and plastic buckets to collapse and bury him underneath.

Shi Luyu's hand was still raised in mid-air, and she froze.

Xu Yuanjia stood in front of her. His black coat billowed in the wind, the collar open, and his expression showed neither anger nor ferocity, nor even anger.

His eyes were empty and cold, like a bottomless well.

He didn't even glance at Shi Luyu, heading straight for the pile of junk. Xu Chenglin crawled out from under the cardboard box, his lip cut and blood trickling down. Before he could stand up, Xu Yuanjia's foot was already on his chest, pressing him back to the ground.

Xu Yuanjia squatted down, rested his elbows on his knees, and looked down at him.

"I've said it a million times." His voice wasn't loud, but his tone was terrifyingly calm. "Don't touch my rabbit."

Xu Chenglin was panting from being trampled, but he grinned, revealing a mouthful of bloodied teeth: "Xu Yuanjia... no matter how well you hide, you can't stop the old man from forcing Lin Wanqing on you... you're a scoundrel, deceiving that young girl..."

Xu Yuanjia's eyes changed, a fleeting look of annoyance flashing across them in a second, like seeing a fly that he couldn't kill no matter how hard he tried.

"Who told you I like others arranging women for me?" He stood up, grabbed Xu Chenglin by the collar and lifted him off the ground, punching him in the face without holding back. The sound of bones hitting bones was dull and heavy, sending chills down Shi Luyu's spine.

Xu Chenglin's body leaned back, but before he could fall, a second punch landed on his ribs. He bent over and vomited blood.

The third, fourth, and fifth punches followed one after another, relentlessly striking his vital points. Each punch landed with a resounding thud, sending Xu Chenglin crashing into the wall and sliding down, leaving a dark red scratch.

Xu Chenglin was no longer able to fight back. He sat against the wall, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth down his chin and dripping onto the collar of his camouflage jacket.

Xu Yuanjia squatted down, placed his hands on his knees, and tilted his head to look at him, as if admiring an object that was about to be scrapped.

"You filthy bugs," he said, his voice as soft as if he were soothing a child, "why are you always courting death?"

He raised his fist again.

At that moment, Shi Luyu rushed over and hugged his arm from behind.

"Brother! Stop hitting him!"

Xu Yuanjia's arm muscles were taut in her arms, as hard as stone.

Her strength clung to him like a leaf on a tree trunk—soft, helpless, yet clinging tightly to him.