“Why not?” Wei Yumeng found Chu Zian’s words quite unsettling.
“Don’t ask yet, just listen to me, and you won’t regret it.” Chu Zian didn’t have much time to explain.
Just then, Mu Linjing suddenly called out, “Yumeng…”
“Coming!” Wei Yumeng saw Mu Linjing waiting for her anxiously and quickly told Chu Zian, “I have to hang up now.”
“Don’t go…”
Before Chu Zian could finish speaking, Wei Yumeng had already hung up.
She walked over and smiled at Deng Xianyī, “Mr. Deng, thank you for waiting.”
Deng Xianyī opened the car door, “Let’s go, no more delays.”
Wei Yumeng hesitated, pulled Mu Linjing over, and whispered,
“Linjing, Chu Zian just told me…”
“Hurry and get in the car. This man has a bad temper. He was already unhappy just waiting for you.”
Mu Linjing had already experienced Deng Xianyī’s temper. His glare was as if he was about to devour someone.
Wei Yumeng finally mustered the courage and said, “Okay.”
When they arrived at the model unit, Wei Yumeng introduced Deng Xianyī, “This is the exterior. The interior design is quite unique. Mr. Deng, would you like to take a look inside?”
“Do you have anything like a secret room here?”
Wei Yumeng was immediately stunned, “A secret room?”
What would he need a secret room for?
Deng Xianyī walked up to Wei Yumeng, closing in on her. She instinctively stepped back, looking nervously at him.
“Mr. Deng, can you… please not stand so close to me?”
“Don’t you want to know what I’ll do with the secret room?” Deng Xianyī pushed Wei Yumeng against the wall, his hand sliding down to her waist. Wei Yumeng’s mind went blank with fear, and she grabbed a nearby broom and swung it at Deng Xianyī.
Deng Xianyī hadn’t expected Wei Yumeng to be so wild and was somewhat caught off guard. His head was hit painfully, and a surge of anger welled up. He retaliated with a slap, sending her crashing to the floor.
Deng Xianyī wasn’t done yet. He stepped forward and grabbed her by the neck, his expression fierce. Wei Yumeng was terrified.
“I like this spirit of yours, wild enough!”
Wei Yumeng looked at him in terror, “What do you want?”
“Don’t you want to know what I do? I’ll tell you what I like. I like to tame women, especially those with a wild spirit like yours.”
Deng Xianyī grinned ferociously, his eyes bloodshot, scaring Wei Yumeng into a scream.
“Linjing, Linjing…”
“Yumeng!” Mu Linjing rushed towards the room from outside, repeatedly banging on the door.
“Mr. Deng, open the door! What are you doing!”
Deng Xianyī was strangling Wei Yumeng’s neck, then drew a whip from his person, his eyes bloodshot.
“What do you think? This whip is new. I’ll test it on you.”
Wei Yumeng finally understood why Chu Zian had said Deng Xianyī was terrifying. He had psychological problems.
She tried to kick him, but Deng Xianyī grabbed her ankle and dragged her to the bed. He pulled her onto the bed, tying her hands to the headboard with a tie, and then her legs.
Wei Yumeng’s struggles were futile, and she grew more panicked.
“Deng Xianyī, let me go! I am Zhan Mohan’s wife. If you dare touch me, he won’t let you go!”
Deng Xianyī narrowed his eyes, “What do you think, isn’t this whip great?”
Wei Yumeng had never met such a perverted person. Her face turned pale, and her body trembled. She suddenly regretted not listening to Chu Zian.
But who could have imagined that such a seemingly normal person would have psychological issues?
Her struggles were useless now. When Deng Xianyī entered earlier, he had quietly locked the door from the inside. Mu Linjing couldn’t get in.
Mu Linjing was going frantic outside. Although she didn’t know what Deng Xianyī was doing behind the locked door, it was certainly nothing good, especially since Wei Yumeng was pregnant.
If something were to happen, it would be disastrous.
She raised her hand and banged hard on the door, “Deng Xianyī, Wei Yumeng is Mrs. Zhan. If you dare do anything to her, Mr. Zhan will kill you!”
There was no response from inside, only Wei Yumeng’s screams and Deng Xianyī’s slightly manic laughter, sounding like a madman.
At this moment, she suddenly remembered someone who could save Wei Yumeng: Mr. Zhan.
She took out her phone and called Zhan Mohan. When he answered, Mu Linjing cried out in panic.
“Mr. Zhan, please come quickly! Yumeng is in trouble. This Deng Xianyī is a lunatic. He’s locked Yumeng inside and won’t let her out. I’m afraid he might…”
“Where are you now?”
“We are at the model unit in Derlín.”
Zhan Mohan frowned, “Find a way to break down the door. I’ll be there immediately!”
“Okay.”
After hanging up, Mu Linjing shouted inside,
“Deng Xianyī, you’d better let Yumeng go immediately. I’ve already called Mr. Zhan, and he’s arriving soon.”
Instead of feeling scared, Deng Xianyī revealed a hint of glee and burst into mad laughter.
“Mr. Zhan is about to witness this grand show. Shouldn’t we hurry up?”
He drew his whip and swung it at Wei Yumeng. The hard whip struck her, causing her to want to curl up, but her hands and feet were tied, so she could only endure the pain of her skin splitting open.
Deng Xianyī seemed addicted, especially when he saw Wei Yumeng’s pained expression. The more he saw her suffer, the more excited he became, his eyes flashing with a sinister light.
“How is it, feel good?”
Wei Yumeng was utterly shocked by his words.
“You lunatic, you’re insane!”
“You women are all the same, you’d do anything for money, right? I, this young master, have plenty of money. I’ll give it to you!”
“Who cares about your money? If you think we women are bad, are you men any better?”
Wei Yumeng felt like crying and was furious. She was so unlucky to run into such a madman.
Her biggest worry now wasn’t her injuries, but the child in her womb.
Mu Linjing ran to find a stool and kept smashing it against the door, but the door was too solid.
Soon, a sound came from the main door. Zhan Mohan and Fang Xun strode in.
Seeing Zhan Mohan, Mu Linjing felt like she had found a lifeline.
“Mr. Zhan…”
“Get out of the way.”
Zhan Mohan picked up a chair, and with a loud bang, a hole was smashed through the door. The man pushed the door open, radiating a hostile aura. Especially when he saw Wei Yumeng tied to the bed and Deng Xianyī still whipping her, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he was engulfed in rage. He kicked Deng Xianyī.
Deng Xianyī fell to the ground in disarray, clutching his stomach, writhing in pain.
The man was still not appeased. He grabbed Deng Xianyī’s collar and landed another heavy punch. Deng Xianyī’s head turned to the side, and he let out a muffled groan of pain.
“Mr. Zhan, our contract, you don’t want to sign it anymore?”
“Do you think my Zhan Corporation lacks your paltry money? You dare to touch my woman, you’re asking for death!”