Long Xi stood up and said coldly, “There will be no next time. We won't even become brother and sister!”

“What did you say?” Yan w.a.n.gchuan felt like he had been hit by thunder.

Long Xi looked into his eyes and said, “I said, goodbye! Farewell!”

Long Xi turned around to leave but she could not!

Yan w.a.n.gchuan said, “Door, close.” The automatic door in the room closed and the built-in lock was activated!

She tried really hard, but she could not open it!

Yan w.a.n.gchuan smiled and said, “Ah, that's good. The voice-activated automatic door invented by Lord Mo Kun works really well. It only listens to my orders. No wonder such a good product has sold well both at home and abroad! Oops, Xiaolongnv, Brother Kun has trapped you here!”

Long Xi trembled and her breath was uneven.

The man behind her turned cold and furious, while his eyebrows tightened.

“Yan w.a.n.gchuan, what the h.e.l.l are you trying to do?” she asked impolitely as she turned back and looked directly at him.

“What? You are not calling me Brother w.a.n.gchuan now? Well, it's the right time to change the way you address me! You should call me your husband! Don't you know what I need? I need you to keep your promise!” His cold lips were tight. The lines on his face suddenly became as cold and hard as steel and his flute-like voice sounded terrifying!

Long Xi was not a pure and naive girl. She understood everything now that he had forced her to this point.

She turned back, squinting her eyes to read his expression, and grinned. “What? Did you finally tear off your false mask of tenderness?”

When he heard this, Yan w.a.n.gchuan became as gloomy as a carnivorous cheetah. The coldness on his face was even more terrible than before.

“Do you hate me? Well, hate me then! If I can't have your love, I can at least have your hatred! This way, you'll have me in your mind and you will never forget me. You will care about me! Remember my words. I will break your wings no matter how stiff they are. Do you want to fly? I will imprison you forever! The Prisoner of Love… Do you remember this song? I composed it for you!” he said.

“You b.a.s.t.a.r.d!” Long Xi even felt cold in her bones.

Disappointed! She was so disappointed with Yan w.a.n.gchuan!

Long Xi really wanted to bite him. However, as she was trying to struggle, her head hit the wall because of Yan w.a.n.gchuan. She suddenly felt dizzy.

Sure enough, his fitness regime lately had not been in vain!

“a.s.shole!” She screamed.

Right now, she really regretted that she had not listened to Xiaolu's previous suggestions to practice female fighting!

“a.s.shole? I should be an a.s.shole to the very end then!” He snorted, pinching her chin fiercely. He then covered her lips and bit her like a wild animal.

Long Xi raised her hand to fight back, leaving a scratch on his nose…

The woman was angry and strong!

When he felt a little pain on his nose, he became angrier and felt fire burning in his chest.

He pulled a man's leather belt and tied her hands against her back.

“I will make you remember who is your man now. Mo Kun should be under the control of the Brutal Pranks Gang. You know this, right? For his sake, you left Molong Building without any resistance and did not try to tell him the truth! Therefore, you should also please me for his sake! After all, I can help you save him!” he said while moved his lower body towards her fiercely…

“Ah…” The pain was so overwhelming that she felt as if she had been split into two. Long Xi felt too much pain to even cry out!

However, as stubborn as she was, she bit her lip tightly and smiled!

“Ha! You're not good at having s.e.x! Do you have any hidden diseases?” Long Xi provoked him deliberately.

She could only flaunt her superiority through her words.

“Oh, I am not good enough?” Her words irritated him so much that he was trembling as he stared at her fiercely. His hoa.r.s.e voice was as bloodthirsty as a demon's, and what he said made her feel helpless. “I will f*ck you until you feel satisfied then!”

It was dark…

The rain was heavy and purple lightning flashed through the night sky, followed by thunder.

A fragile figure suddenly pushed the large iron gate on the ground floor of the Love Apartment and rushed in. Suddenly, rain poured down.

Both her hair and clothes were wet, and her delicate face looked like a wet, shattered painting. She looked like a mess!

The soaked silk pajamas clang to her skin, outlining her figure. A few unrestrained kiss marks on her chest showed that she had just experienced intercourse repeatedly.

Long Xi was holding a waterproof folder tightly and desperately running in the rainy night. She was in so much pain that she felt like a truck had run her over.

Yan w.a.n.gchuan, who seemed to have been possessed by a devil, had tortured her for a whole day. She felt like her mind was blank. Only some intermittent words were left in her memory…

After torturing her once, Yan w.a.n.gchuan had pa.s.sed her a folder and said coldly, “Aren't you investigating Qiuzi? This is the secret information about her.”

“Qiuzi is actually Cheng Yimei! The person who was executed was the real Qiuzi, right? Someone swapped them in prison! How did you get this material?” Long Xi had asked doubtfully after reading the material.

“Pheasant, also known as Feng Zihao, gave it to me. He has his own purpose. Chen Jian thinks highly of him, so he hopes to be the second leader of the Brutal Pranks Gang. However, Cheng Yimei has suppressed him everywhere. He dislikes Cheng Yimei but doesn't hope to get rid of her on his own. I owe Pheasant a favor, so it's beneficial for me to get you!” Yan w.a.n.gchuan's answer was unexpected.

Long Xi said, “I will find a way to deal with Qiuzi, but I'm not so sure I can get rid of her. She has Mo Kun under control, so I can't injure him!”

Yan w.a.n.gchuan said, “As long as you are willing to be with me, I will help you. Think about it! Don't forget that you can't break your promise. Otherwise, he will suffer a lot! Xiaolongnv, actually, I am more suitable for you than Mo Kun. Besides, you have no way to resist, do you?”

The appearance of Mo Kun and Yan w.a.n.gw.a.n.g appeared alternately in her mind, causing her to have a headache. The string that controlled all her emotions seemed to break soon.

All her other strengths also seemed to be evacuated. Holding the folder with Cheng Yimei's secret was her only purpose at that moment.

For this secret, she had sold her body to the devil. However, she would not sell her soul out!

Long Xi stumbled to leave, not knowing that a long and elegant figure was standing still in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the apartment on the third floor, staring at her silently. That tender gaze covered the rus.h.i.+ng back of the woman.

The man was wearing a neat, casual silk pair of pajamas, which was apparently a matching outfit with that Long Xi was wearing when she left.

His eyes were as unfathomable as the abyss of the night. When the pet.i.te figure disappeared, he walked to the sofa and poured himself a gla.s.s of wine.

After a long while, he finally smiled as though he was recalling a beautiful memory.

Mo Kun did not deserve her!

“Xiaolongnv, I am the best match for you!”

Τhe next morning, Long Xi called Fu Xinjie and gave her the secret material about Cheng Yimei.

Fu Xinjie quietly told her, “We will soon take action. You should go back first. Don't tell anyone.”

Long Xi understood and solemnly nodded.

She asked again, “How is Yu Lanjie now?”

Fu Xinjie lowered her eyes and said unhappily, “How is she? She's adapted to the life of the recruit. The chief treats her well!”

Long Xi was slightly shocked.

What a clever girl she was. She learned by observing.

However, she had fought side by side with Fu Xinjie and was aware of Fu Xinjie's quality. Therefore, she did not worry that Fu Xinjie would play tricks on Yu Lanjie.

On the second day, Long Xi stayed in her office to design her work for her partic.i.p.ation in Paris Fas.h.i.+on Week in February or March next year.

Paris, France was known as the center of the clothing industry.

Most internationally-recognized top apparel brands and marketing headquarters were located there.

Usually, the fas.h.i.+on displayed at Paris Fas.h.i.+on Week was the vane of international fas.h.i.+on trends. It was not only the leading trend of the French textile and apparel industry, but also the leading trend of international fas.h.i.+on.

Paris Fas.h.i.+on Week was one of the worldwide four major fas.h.i.+on weeks along with the London, New York, and Milan fas.h.i.+on weeks.

Paris Fas.h.i.+on Week was held twice a year. In February and March, the autumn and winter fas.h.i.+on show of the major brands took place, while the show in September and October showcased the spring and summer fas.h.i.+on.

Worldwide top fas.h.i.+on designers were invited to Paris Fas.h.i.+on Week.

Long Xi felt very honored that she had gotten an invitation to partic.i.p.ate in the autumn and winter fas.h.i.+on show next year.

A designer's work had to reflect the designer's ideas on the fas.h.i.+on trends of next autumn and winter.

The theme of Long Xi's designs this time was sustainability, waterproof garments, and fireproof function, which were inspired by j.a.panese handbags. The designer of these handbags recycled worn firefighter uniforms to make delicate handbags that were waterproof and fireproof.

Long Xi intended to recycle all the worn firefighter uniforms, military uniforms, and police uniforms of each country and turn them into a stylish, practical clothing collection for autumn.

As far as winter clothes were concerned, Long Xi planned to design a feather jacket series inspired by a feather coat made of peac.o.c.k feathers and gold strings in A Dream in Red Mansions and the phoenix feather coat that Sister Junyao had made for Feng Zihao.

In the primeval forest on Little Mount Emei, birds would die every day.

The feathers on that phoenix feather coat were all colorful feathers collected from dead birds. The coat was sustainable and no cute creatures had been hurt to make it.

However, Long Xi thought that if this feather coat stood out, greedy humans might start to ma.s.sacre the birds for profit. Then, she would be the original culprit.

Although the feathers could be replaced by artificial feathers, that wouldn't change anything. People always loved real leather, even though there was also artificial leather.