Chapter 831: Jiang Yeqing Is a Rotten Person

Chapter 833:

This slap came down from a height and landed on Jiang Yeqing’s arm.

It was very loud.

The ear-piercing sound caused Bo Chengcheng to look up.

As she did so she noticed that Jiang Yeqing’s face was flushed, and his white s.h.i.+rt disheveled.

He reeked of alcohol and his eyes were bloodshot.

Bo Chengcheng paused. Before she could react, the burning sensation in her scalp sharpened.

She couldn’t help letting out a gasp before gripping his hand and shouting, “Jiang Yeqing!”

Yanking her hair back, Jiang Yeqing forced her to face him. Seeing how she was grimacing in pain, the corners of his lips turned upwards. “Does it hurt?”

Bo Chengcheng gripped his hand tightly, but Jiang Yeqing was determined and refused to let go.

Of course it hurt!

Bo Chengcheng was in so much pain that she was almost in tears.

However, when she saw the man’s vicious smile, she knew what he was thinking.

He wanted her to give in.

She had never thought that he was childish to this extreme.

Seeing that she had kept silent, Jiang Yeqing exerted more force as he pressed his face closer to hers. With a drunken voice, he asked again, “Does it hurt?”

Bo Chengcheng took a deep breath. “Jiang…”

However, before she could finish, he threw her off.

Bo Chengcheng’s head fell forward and immediately her world spun.

Jiang Yeqing leaned into her and sucked on her lips, biting down on them mercilessly.

The hand which he had just used to grab her long hair, now groped her body eagerly and forcefully pried her legs apart. The man seemed anxious and rough.

Bo Chengcheng, whose lips were on fire now, frowned as she pushed against his shoulder.

However, Jiang Yeqing seemed to have been aroused for a long time. Not only did he not let go of her, he pinned her under him even more forcefully.

Bo Chengcheng’s breathing became shallow. She struggled for a while but couldn’t break free. She closed her eyes and settled down.

Jiang Yeqing was a rotten person, but she had to admit, he was good in bed.

Might as well treat him like a free prost.i.tute.

Bo Chengcheng comforted herself, but when he forced his way in, she couldn’t help but moan in pain.

She dug her fingers into his shoulder and bit down on her lip silently.

Jiang Yeqing seemed to have had too much to drink, his breath reeked of cigarettes and alcohol. He bit her body violently, as though she was not his wife, but a doll who could be treated in whatever way he wanted.

Bo Chengcheng couldn’t take it anymore. She raised her head and bite his chin with great force.

Jiang Yeqing took a deep breath and took her as quickly as he could.

It was a mess.

When it was over, Jiang Yeqing did not leave in a hurry but laid on her, panting slightly. He pinched her jaw and said in a slightly hoa.r.s.e voice, “No matter what your relations.h.i.+p with that Yang guy is, from today onwards, you’re not allowed to see him again.”

Her jaws hurt, but Bo Chengcheng laughed when she heard this. “Why should I?”

“Because I’m your man! Because I’m your husband! Because I’m Jiang Yeqing!” The man lowered his head and bit her face a few times. Then he said through gritted teeth, “Don’t let me catch you again.”

Bo Chengcheng’s eyes were full of disgust as she pushed his shoulder forcefully. “You have no right to tell me what to do.”

He and the other woman already had a child. What right did he have to tell her what to do?

“If I don’t have the right,” Jiang Yeqing’s said icily, “then I’ll let Grandma handle you.”

Bo Chengcheng seethed with anger upon hearing those words. “Are you freaking done!”