Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Shi Luyu stood there, her mind a complete blank. The choice was hers—the lives of two people.

She looked at Xu Yuanjia, then at Xu Jia, her lips trembling.

"I..." Her voice caught in her throat, unable to come out.

The fake master sat in the armchair, his hands trembling wildly beneath the armrests, but his voice still managed to maintain a sinister tone: "Can't choose? Then kill them both."

Zhou Ji obediently raised the muzzle of his gun and aimed it at Xu Yuanjia.

Shi Luyu's heart clenched suddenly.

"Let Assistant Professor Xu go." She heard her own voice, urgent and fast, as if afraid that if she spoke too slowly, she wouldn't have the courage to say it a second time.

Xu Yuanjia's face, which had been wearing a relaxed smile of certainty, now froze.

Like a painted mask stuck to the face, the angles of the eyebrows and eyes, the curve of the corners of the mouth, nothing has changed, but all the warmth has been drained away in an instant.

His eyes were fixed on her, and something seemed to crack deep within his pupils.

She chose...Xu Jia?

She actually chose Xu Jia.

Why should he? What makes him inferior to that scumbag? That good-for-nothing whose identity he stole, that thing who can't even keep his own name, what right does he have to live? Why should the obedient one get to choose?

Why? Why? Why? Why?!

Xu Yuanjia clenched his teeth, then quickly loosened them.

His hands, hanging by his sides, slowly clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palms, the sharp pain just enough to suppress the violent surge rising from his chest, the jealousy almost consuming him.

"Good heavens, you...choose him?" Xu Yuanjia's usually calm voice was tinged with disbelief.

"Brother, that's not what I meant..." Shi Luyu saw the change in his eyes and hurriedly explained.

Her voice was urgent, her eyes red-rimmed, "I think Assistant Xu is innocent; he was just dragged into this. You... you have Brother Chai's people, and I'll protect you too. You'll be alright..."

Xu Yuanjia listened to her urgent explanation and saw that her eyes were red and her fingers were clenched tightly with nervousness.

He listened attentively; he took in every single word.

But the sour feeling rising from his bones was impossible to suppress; it surged up from his stomach like sulfuric acid, burning his internal organs with pain.

He smiled.

"It's alright." His voice was very soft, forced out from his throat. "Brother understands."

"My brother is willing to give up his chance of life to the one who is favored by the obedient girl."

"It's alright, brother. I'd be willing to die for you," Xu Yuanjia said with a forced bitter smile.

Looking at his smile, Shi Luyu felt a pang of heartache.

His smile was heartbreaking; the curve of his lips was just right, but his eyes were empty. There was no anger or sadness, only emptiness, as if someone had ripped his heart out.

The fake master was getting restless in his armchair. Only one thought was racing through his mind—it's all over, all over, all ruined. Miss Shi didn't choose him; he'd given this terrible idea, and now his whole family would be humiliated by him.

His legs started shaking again, shaking so much that the entire armchair was swaying.

Zhou Ji stood next to him, using the handrail as cover, and pinched him hard, squeezing out a low voice through clenched teeth: "If you don't want to live, just say so! I'll just shoot you and save myself from being implicated."

The fake master winced in pain, but forced himself to raise his hand and wave, "Someone, throw this guy surnamed Xu out."

Several men in black surrounded Xu Jia and reached out to pull him away.

Xu Jia suddenly broke free, rushed to Shi Luyu, and grabbed her wrist. His fingers were cold and trembling.

"Lulu, I can't leave you here alone." His voice was low, even trembling with panic and pleading. "Come with me... or, or I'll stay with you. Please don't choose me..."

Xu Yuanjia found someone to play Jia Ye, I don't know what he's up to, but it's definitely not good for Lulu.

"Teaching Assistant Xu, you—" she exclaimed in surprise.

"I can't watch you get hurt." Xu Jia's eyes were bloodshot, his white shirt was crumpled from the tug-of-war, and the collar was askew, revealing a small section of skin below his collarbone.

He had always been gentle, restrained, and measured in his actions, but at this moment all his dignity was torn away, leaving only his most primal protective instincts.

Xu Yuanjia stood two steps away, looking down at the hand that Xu Jia was using to hold Shi Luyu's wrist.

Five fingers were clasped around her slender, white wrist.

He hadn't touched Guai Guai yet today. She was asleep when he left in the morning; he stood by the bed and watched her for a while, but didn't wake her. He hadn't properly touched Guai Guai all day.

Hahaha!

Why did that bitch have the right to touch him?

He stared at the hand, his expression unchanged.

But his pupils were contracting, and the surface of his eyeballs looked like it was covered with a thin layer of ice, beneath which churned hot magma.

Only one thought kept running through his mind:

It hit, it hit, it hit, it hit.

Good heavens, that bitch touched me.

She even assured him that nothing would happen between them. What right did this piece of trash have to receive such a guarantee from a good girl?

Zhou Ji noticed Xu Yuanjia's gaze, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. He pinched the fake master sharply, his voice squeezed out through clenched teeth: "What are you standing there for? If you don't get that Xu bastard out of here, I'm going to blow this place to smithereens!"

"By then, we'll both be reduced to ashes, and I'll be tossing them around for him to play with."

The fake master snapped back to reality. Yes, yes, as long as he's with this woman, there's still hope.

The fake master straightened his back, his voice forcing out the usual condescending authority of Jia Ye: "You think you can just stay like that? Do you think this is an amusement park? One more word and you're out, but your head will stay here!"

The men in black showed no mercy. Two of them grabbed Xu Jia's arms, while another pushed him from behind, dragging him toward the courtyard gate. Xu Jia struggled a few times, but was held down by the three men and couldn't break free at all.

His voice came from afar, growing fainter and fainter: "Lulu—you can't stay here—Lulu—"

Shi Luyu stood there, watching Xu Jia's retreating figure, and tears finally streamed down her face. She didn't know if she had done the right thing or the wrong thing; she only knew that she couldn't let Xu Jia die here because of her.

The courtyard fell silent.

The fake master sat in the armchair, watching Xu Yuanjia's expression, his heart pounding as if it would leap out of his throat. The atmosphere couldn't afford to be dull; if it did, the master would start plotting how to kill him. He had to say something, do something, to keep the charade going.

He looked at Shi Luyu, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

"You despise me," said Fake Master, deliberately slowing his voice to mimic Xu Yuanjia's usual cool, languid tone, "but you like this Xu Yuanjia, don't you?"

Shi Luyu did not answer, but she subconsciously took half a step closer to Xu Yuanjia.

When Fake Grandpa saw this, he felt like he had grasped a lifeline.

"Men," he waved his hand, his tone resolute with a sense of desperation, "drag them away and lock them in the duty room at the back. Lock them together."

He paused, looked at Zhen Jia who had remained silent, and hesitantly added, word by word:

"Today, if you don't maintain close contact, don't even think about leaving!"