Mo Hongti had no idea who brought her here or how she arrived.
When she awoke from the darkness, she found herself dumped in this side room.
The side room reeked of mold, and there were even a few pairs of worn-out rubber shoes, dirty clothes, a pile of used tissues, enough to make one gag.
Upon waking, Mo Hongti had no time to think and wanted to escape the room.
But her body was limp, as if her hands and feet were bound by invisible ropes.
At most, she could only tremble.
Now!
Suddenly, a beautiful young woman, dressed in white, with an ice-cold demeanor and vacant eyes, appeared, providing her with the answer she sought.
What?
You're Li Qianfan's fiancée?
You want to marry me off to a 47-year-old bachelor?
How could you do this!
Let me go, let me go!!
Mo Hongti could clearly feel that the girl claiming to be Li Qianfan's fiancée was not joking.
She truly intended to give Mo Hongti to a 47-year-old bachelor as his wife.
"No wonder Li Qianfan repeatedly warned me that being with him might lead to accidents."
"So, he had already anticipated that his fiancée would target those around him."
"I understand!"
"Li Qianfan actually just didn't want to be with Du Junlin, which is why he volunteered to be a live-in son-in-law in Qingyun and married Su Ziyu."
"Du Junlin is retaliating against him because of this."
"And I, unfortunately, have become a victim of their feud."
Suddenly, Mo Hongti understood everything.
But what good was that?
Understanding one thing did not mean she could solve it.
With her body limp and unable to stand steadily, Mo Hongti could only shake her head desperately, crying, "Let me go, I don't want to marry an old bachelor. Please, let me go."
Her shaking.
Her cries.
Had no effect on Du Junlin.
She didn't even glance at Mo Hongti.
Du Junlin, like a soulless robotic beauty, dragged Mo Hongti out of the side room with one hand.
"Help!"
"Someone, help!"
"Li Qianfan, where are you?"
"Come save me—"
After being dragged to the small courtyard, Mo Hongti stopped pleading with Du Junlin to release her and instead screamed for help in despair.
She could tell this was likely a remote village on the outskirts.
She hoped that the villagers, upon hearing her desperate cries, even if they dared not interfere, could at least secretly call the police.
"Stop howling."
Du Junlin stopped walking and looked down at Mo Hongti.
Still expressionless, with vacant eyes, she said, "This small village is slated for demolition. I guarantee that apart from your new groom, there will only be the two of us in the village. Therefore, even if you shout your lungs out, no one will pay attention."
She paused.
A look of hatred flickered in Du Junlin's vacant eyes. "As for that good-for-nothing Li Qianfan! Do you think he cares about your life or death? I gave him two hours to come and save you. At normal speed, it only takes an hour and a half to get here. But he didn't come. If he doesn't come, you'll have to go to the bridal chamber."
Mo Hongti was stunned.
Du Junlin was not lying.
In this small village, besides her, Mo Hongti, and that 47-year-old bachelor, Brother Guang, there was no fourth person.
Shan Jian Yaqing, who had kidnapped Mo Hongti from the foot bath city, to prevent Li Wujiang (from Li Family Village) from ruining Du Junlin's plans, stayed near Li Family Village after handing Mo Hongti over to Du Junlin, secretly monitoring everything.
Mo Hongti was utterly despairing.
She murmured, "Whatever misunderstanding there is between you and Li Qianfan, that's between the two of you. Why do you have to make me a sacrifice?"
"Because you shamelessly pestered him."
Du Junlin said softly, "All the women who pester him, including that Su Ziyu. I will make you wish you were dead! Even though I look down on that good-for-nothing, he is, after all, my fiancé. Women who dare to fight for my man never end well."
Mo Hongti's lips moved.
But not a single word came out.
Du Junlin dragged her towards the side room on the east.
Standing at the entrance of the side room was a disheveled old man with a lecherous grin, constantly drooling.
This was Brother Guang, the local bachelor hired at a monthly salary of 3500 to guard the village (before demolition, to prevent it from becoming a hiding place for criminals).
"No—"
Mo Hongti looked at Brother Guang and felt her stomach churn violently. She cried again, "Du Junlin, why don't you settle the score directly with Li Qianfan?"
"I will settle the score with him, of course, but I disdain to go to him."
Du Junlin walked slowly towards the east side room. "I want him to come to me, to beg me on his knees!"
Mo Hongti cried desperately, "I will never pester him again. Let me go, let me go!"
"It's too late."
Du Junlin walked up to Brother Guang and, with what seemed like a casual wave of her hand.
Mo Hongti, a plump woman weighing a full 53 kilograms, was tossed into Brother Guang's arms like a scarecrow.
The old bachelor Guang, who had been waiting impatiently,
immediately embraced Mo Hongti, letting out suppressed laughter, "Damn! To be able to spend a night with such a beauty, I'd consider it worth it even if I died immediately."
It wasn't that he didn't want to laugh out loud.
It was because he was too excited and thrilled, which affected his vocal cords, preventing him from emitting a boisterous laugh.
But Brother Guang's hands, eyes, and especially his legs!
Were remarkably agile.
"So white."
"So smooth."
"So springy—"
Brother Guang's left hand trembled as it caressed Mo Hongti's slender legs, but he did not forget to ask Du Junlin, "Can I sleep with her now?"
"She's your woman now. Do whatever you want with her, I guarantee no one will intervene,"
Du Junlin said lightly, turning and walking briskly towards the courtyard gate. "Do what you need to do. Wishing you a happy wedding."
Brother Guang was overjoyed—
With newfound strength, he held Mo Hongti in his arms, and ignoring her desperate cries, turned and entered the room.
He didn't even bother to close the door before throwing Mo Hongti onto his bed, which was worse than a doghouse.
Then he lifted his hand and roughly tossed his vest, originally white but now grayish-black, onto the floor.
Rib-cage physique, enviable to the fat!
"Don't come near—"
Mo Hongti, weakened by some "soft bone powder" administered by Shan Jian Yaqing, let out a shrill cry that made Du Junlin, who had just walked out of the courtyard gate, turn back.
She just couldn't help it.
But it wasn't that she couldn't bear it!
Du Junlin couldn't help but want to stand at the entrance of the east side room and witness firsthand how Li Qianfan's "woman" was defiled by Brother Guang.
Only then—
Perhaps her pain from wanting to tear Li Qianfan to pieces yet being unable to harm him, could be somewhat lessened.
Click.
The moment Du Junlin turned back, she heard a faint click from above, in the 12 o'clock direction.
An absolutely instinctive reaction!
As soon as the "click" sound reached her eardrums, Du Junlin lunged towards the parapet west of the courtyard gate.
Her pouncing movement was incredibly fast.
Faster than lightning—
But even so!
Amidst a sharp "whoosh" sound, she felt a numbness in her left shoulder socket.
No matter how fast a person is, how can they be faster than a bullet traveling at hundreds of meters per second?
Blood splattered.
"There's a gunman in the building opposite the small courtyard."
As Du Junlin covered the wound with her hand, she thought calmly, "Li Qianfan has arrived. He wants to kill me."