Chapter 800
An Ruo, Stop Painting Him
Without thinking, he seized her hand and gripped it tightly.
“What are you doing? Let go!” An Ruo turned and glared at him angrily.
Xingtian’s eyes were dark and gloomy. He suddenly pulled her into his arms, wrapped his hands firmly around her waist, and pressed his lips to hers.
An Ruo was stunned for a second before struggling angrily. But her strength was futile against him.
The man kissed her forcefully, with anger and a dominating need to conquer.
Furious, An Ruo bit his lip hard enough to break the skin, and only then did he somewhat loosen his grip. She took the opportunity to push him away with all her might and slapped him across the face.
Xingtian didn’t dodge. In fact, he could have caught her hand, but he willingly took the slap.
An Ruo glared at him hatefully, her eyes brimming with tears.
The man remained silent, his deep, dark eyes fixed on her, his lips pressed together, not uttering a word.
In the end, she ran upstairs without saying anything to him.
“BOSS, are you alright?” one of his subordinates asked cautiously.
Xingtian waved his hand, indicating for them to leave.
An aura of icy rage emanated from him; those close to him knew he was very angry, so they obediently withdrew, not daring to disturb him further.
An Ruo returned to her bedroom, her heart pounding fiercely.
She had been trying to appear calm, but in reality, she was very worried. She feared Xingtian might truly use hypnotism on her and erase her memories.
If her memories were gone, she would forget Tang Yuchen and Kangkang, and they would never have the chance to reunite.
She didn’t doubt Xingtian’s ability to wipe her memories clean.
Tang Yuchen had once told her that if Xingtian hypnotized her more than three times, it would lead to memory confusion. If he intended to erase her memories, it would be an effortless task for him.
Also, the man mentioned to be locked in the dungeon, that would be Mo Hua, right?
Had his memories been erased?
Mo Hua, I will find a way to rescue you.
An Ruo stopped causing trouble and spent her days quietly painting on the balcony. The people she painted were either Tang Yuchen or Kangkang, whether joyful or somber.
She remembered every detail of their actions and expressions, and she captured them well in her paintings.
Whenever Xingtian saw Tang Yuchen in her sketches, his expression turned dark and forbidding.
“An Ruo, stop painting him. My patience has limits,” he said, squatting beside her, his voice steady.
She replied fearlessly, “What I paint is my choice; you can’t control that.”
The man abruptly placed his hand on the sketch paper to stop her.
“Are you really not afraid of angering me?” he asked coldly.
An Ruo looked at him, silent for a few seconds, then picked up her sketchbook and went to open the door.
“Burn it,” she said, handing the sketchbook to the servant outside.
The servant looked to Xingtian, and upon his nod, she took the sketchbook to burn.
An Ruo turned around and sneered, “Are you satisfied now?”
Xingtian approached her, showing a mild smile, “As long as you don’t think about Tang Yuchen and don’t think about running away from me, I won’t oppose anything you do. An Ruo, the day after tomorrow is our wedding day. Are you mentally prepared yet?”
“No. I’ve said it before, I won’t marry you.”
“I don’t want to force you; you should think it over,” Xingtian said gently, yet his determination was evident to anyone.
“What if I would rather die than marry you?” An Ruo asked.
The man held her shoulders, smiling lightly, “You should know, I have ways to make you agree to marry me.”