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As Jiang Li was lost in painful memories, the car pulled into a private villa.

Jiang Li looked around; it seemed to be in the suburbs.

Besides the villa, there were some farms nearby, far away from the bustling city.

“Qin Mu, what are you planning to do again? If you’re afraid I’ll leave, you can call the police and have me arrested. Even if they sentence me to death, I’ll accept it. Otherwise, just let me go.”

“Hmph, you’re a criminal and have no right to bargain with me,” Qin Mu said coldly, staring at her. As the car door opened, he grabbed Jiang Li, preparing to pull her out.

“No!” Jiang Li became hysterical. “Qin Mu, I still have my mother and Youyou to take care of. I’m not the same single woman I was back then. Life and death don’t matter so much now—I can’t die yet. Please, I beg you, let me go!”

She clutched Qin Mu’s arm tightly, gazing at the man before her. They had once loved each other so deeply, but how had it come to this?

With a cold gaze and an unyielding manner, he warned, “Jiang Li, don’t test my patience. If you don’t obey me willingly, I will make your loved ones suffer worse than death.”

Qin Mu dragged Jiang Li out of the car and into the villa, shutting the door behind them.

“Ah!” Jiang Li cried out as Qin Mu pushed her onto the sofa.

Qin Mu loosened his tie with a sinister expression, his eyes locking onto Jiang Li like a predator eyeing prey.

Jiang Li was terrified—this was not love but humiliation.

Like a starving wolf pouncing on its prey, Qin Mu came at her with the desperation of a parched man longing for rain.

His kiss was rough and punishing. Jiang Li gasped for breath, pushing him away and pleading.

“Qin Mu, Mr. Qin, please have mercy. If you want to hold me accountable, I don’t mind going to prison or even facing execution. Just don’t torture me. I only want to live an ordinary life—to live healthily with my mother and my daughter.”

Her desperate pleas turned the kiss into a biting torment, her lips bleeding.

“Ah, it hurts! Qin Mu, didn’t you scorn me for being dirty? How noble are you now?” Jiang Li bit her lip, fighting through the pain.

Qin Mu’s anger flared.

He slammed his fist into the sofa. “Does it hurt? Does it hurt as much as the pain you caused me? We loved each other so much. We could have walked down the aisle. Why were you in that hotel room with another man? Why?”

Jiang Li stopped struggling and turned her head, tears streaming down.

“If I tell you I was framed, set up by someone, and to this day I don’t even know who that man was—Mr. Qin, can you believe me?”

Qin Mu sneered coldly. “Do you think I would believe you?”

Wiping tears that nearly reached her ear, Jiang Li said, “If you don’t believe me, why ask? Didn’t you once mess around with Jiang Xue and even have a son? Isn’t your son older than my daughter?”

“You...!” Qin Mu roared in fury. “That’s different! Jiang Xue and I were set up—my rivals drugged me. Jiang Xue saved me. It’s not the same!”

“Ha!” Jiang Li’s bitter laugh struck a nerve. Qin Mu grabbed her chin.

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