Chapter 406: Chapter 406

In an instant, Zhou Huimei’s heart shattered... Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novelꜰire.net

If everything before was enough to make her collapse.

Watching the flowers she had nurtured for years shatter from the rooftop, her heart also sank into despair...

Thus, the entire villa district echoed with the loudest scream.

At this moment, He Qimo, who had returned and heard everything that happened, merely glanced at the "grand scene" before him.

Hmm, the curtains were pulled down, the staircase and living room were all shattered, the water from vases was spilled everywhere, petals and water stains scattered across the floor, the TV remote stuck in the chandelier, the lamp’s cord wrapped around the neck of a little Pomeranian his mother had bought a few days ago, the poor Pomeranian whimpering, chairs overturned in every possible position—there were countless such sights...

Not to mention, outside, the flowers and blue porcelain pots shattered into pieces...

It wasn’t just the butler who couldn’t take it, as the call he got mentioned, had the house been completely trashed?

It was practically like the end of the world, wasn’t it?

In front of him, Shen Jian妮 still hid her head secretly, smiling smugly.

Nearby, having heard enough of his mother’s sobbing, He Qimo raised his hand once more, rubbed his forehead, and then walked over to Shen Jian妮, trying to pull her up.

Shen Jian妮, startled, saw that the main player had returned and naturally knew what she was facing, so she was unwilling to get up.

Holding tightly onto the sofa’s handle, she said, "What are you doing? Gentlemen use words, not hands, this isn’t my fault, ah ah ah ah..."

At this, He Qimo furrowed his brows coldly, not caring whether Shen Jian妮 agreed or not, he picked her up with an arm around her waist and headed upstairs with her in his arms.

Shen Jian妮’s physique compared to He Qimo’s was significantly petite, so her legs and arms couldn’t reach the ground in a rather tragic manner, not to mention he was using just one hand. This physical inferiority left Shen Jian妮 feeling ashamed and worried about her future.

Behind, even Zhou Huimei couldn’t care about her face twitches anymore, her eyes filled with a sinister glint that only aggravated her feeling of lost dignity and burning anger.

Inside the bedroom, He Qimo tossed Shen Jian妮 towards the wall, then stood upright, and the more miserable was...

The song still playing in the bedroom happened to reach the part of "MC Shout-out."

The lyrics aggressively roared, "Hello, everyone, I’m your old friend MC Zidong, I’m bringing you the song Blade Mountain and Sea of Fire! Blade rages and cuts Snow Wing Sculpture, Mountain bravely thrusts into the sky, Fire tosses in flames burning, Sea raises to a stunning height..."

The beat of boom tch boom tch...

Shen Jian妮 twitched her lips, facing He Qimo’s dark eyes, ready to quickly go and turn it off!

But before she could move, He Qimo grasped her chin and lifted her up, her back heavily hit the wall.

Getting closer, He Qimo blocked her path and angrily snarled, "Shen Jian妮, do you think you can upend the world? The universe is so big, do you want to fly out of the earth for a spin?"

The cold and heavy voice was sharp enough to freeze the air into ice shards.

Having never heard He Qimo joke this way, Shen Jian妮 looked at the man in front of her, pursed her lips for a moment, and whispered, "Actually... Going out of this villa is enough, there’s no need to go as far as the earth..."

In an instant, He Qimo was at the peak of his rage, shouting, "Shen Jian妮!"

He lifted another hand, slamming the door shut.

A cold and oppressive atmosphere loomed, making Shen Jian妮 feel ominous!

"Hey, hey hey! This isn’t my fault, as the saying goes, it takes two to tango, this isn’t just my fault, it’s also your mother’s, and even more, it’s yours..."

"Fault, my fault for what?" He Qimo’s furious eyes searched around, intending to find something in the bedroom to subdue Shen Jian妮, yet after a scan he saw nothing but his suits soaking in the bathtub, hearing those words made him even more...

"Fault for going back on your promises, saying you wouldn’t come back anytime soon, and you said I could mess around as I pleased..." Shen Jian妮’s later words were very soft.

Because she saw the usually indifferent and colorless ink eyes of He Qimo spark with something akin to blazing flames...

The next moment, the abrupt closeness of his lips made Shen Jian妮’s throat tighten, and her mind involuntarily shuddered.

He Qimo’s lips were cool, yet the feeling of kissing was truly sublime, especially now after quitting smoking, the lingering minty breath added a soothing spread to the softest part at the tip of Shen Jian妮’s heart.

He was venting, biting down hard, after kissing just a few moments when Shen Jian妮 felt pain and forgot that fleeting sensation, he moved away.

In the blink of gazing intently.

Shen Jian妮 hadn’t recovered her senses.

He coldly yet irritably said, "I see you’re a woman who just needs a good fuck!"

With a swift tug at his tie, responding to Shen Jian妮’s startled gasp as she regained consciousness, without any delay, he grabbed her by the wrists, binding them together.

Shen Jian妮 widened her eyes, this was just too...

Then next, He Qimo didn’t even give her a chance to struggle, yanked her by the waist and threw her onto the bed, tying her wrists to the headboard as she lay there in a daze.

For a moment, Shen Jian妮 was dumbfounded at her predicament.

Dammit! Was this an SM scenario?

Indeed, Shen Jian妮 guessed pretty accurately, as He Qimo took off his belt, stripping her lower half in an instant, to prevent her from kicking around, grabbed her ankle, binding it to his waist.

In an instant, Shen Jian妮’s upper half couldn’t move, nor could her lower half, leaving only one place "open wide for him".

Shen Jian妮 was utterly disheveled, cursing inside, He Qimo! How dare you say you’re an educated person with a higher learning background? I swear all you did in college was watch educational films from Japan, huh!

Can you possibly write the words ’domineering president’ even more intensely!

Her body began to wildly struggle.

However, it was in vain, when He Qimo unzipped his pants.

He grasped her face firmly, coldly spat, "Shen Jian妮, seeing as you had so much energy to mess around yesterday, weren’t you running marathons, destroying clothes, and dismantling houses, weren’t you?"

The air was filled with He Qimo’s heavy and cold gaze.

Shen Jian妮 recalled last night, and her heart skipped a beat.