Fated to My Billionaire Husband - Chapter 259

Chapter 259: Chapter 259 Stop associating with people surnamed Xiao_1
Ruan Tianling asked her in a good-natured way, not immediately revealing his stern expression.

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Jian Yufei did not like being so close to him. Her eyebrows delicately furrowed as she gently stepped back, punctuating her distance with her cold statement, “Why should I be afraid of you? I have nothing to do with you. I don’t believe that you could act recklessly without impunity!”

The man chuckled softly, thinking that the woman in front of him was overly naive.

Indeed, he would not blatantly act without restraint, but he had plenty of ways to deal with them. His gaze was mysterious, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Ruan Tianling reached out to touch her face, but she evaded him with disgust.

It didn’t bother him. He gathered a strand of her hair between his fingers, leaning into her slightly as he whispered, “Do you understand what it means to win without bloodshed?”

To win without bloodshed means to win easily without combat.

Was he implying that he could handle them without laying a hand on them?

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She knew he had such capabilities, but she didn’t want to cringe in fear of him anymore!

Jian Yufei swung his hand away forcefully, brushing past him to enter the small tower.

Just as she stepped into the tower’s hallway, a forceful push slammed her against the wall, trapping her against it.

Jian Yufei’s hands pressed against the ivory wall, futilely struggling against the hold.

Ruan Tianling grabbed her chin with one hand and turned her face towards him. His thin lips kissed the corner of her mouth and as she frowned in disgust, attempting to turn her head away, he held her in place with significant force. It felt as though he was twisting her neck.

“Bastard!” she cursed angrily, Ruan Tianling’s other hand roamed to touch the soft parts of her body teasingly through her clothes.

“Promise me, you will have nothing to do with this Xiao person. Say it, and I’ll let you go!” His chin rested on her shoulder and his breath was hot. His tone was low and deep.

Jian Yufei bit her lip, not intending to comply with his wishes at all.

Who did he think he was, to make such demands of her?

Even if she truly had nothing to do with Xiao Lang, she would not say it out loud for his sake!

Ruan Tianling knew her stubbornness.

He decided to punish her a bit!

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Jian Yufei wailed and struggled, her back rubbing against his solid chest, their legs entwining countless times in the chaos.

Suddenly, she managed to turn away from his lips and was just about to call for help when he took advantage of the opportunity.

Jian Yufei felt suffocated, her mind in a state of confusion.

She repeatedly stomped on his foot with her heel, and even without looking, she knew it must hurt.

Ruan Tianling was annoyed by her resistance. He loosened the hand around her waist, scooped her up from the ground, and held her tightly.

There was a certain height difference between them, but at this moment, that difference disappeared, even aligning perfectly with him.

Her face turned red in an instant, her hands pressed firmly against the wall, her legs hanging down. It was awkward no matter whether they were drawn together or spread apart.

She was now like a fish on a chopping board, at his mercy.

When he finally let her go, she was on the brink of suffocation.

Her feet landed back on the ground, Ruan Tianling turned her around, she leaned weakly against the wall, her hair a mess, breathing heavily.

Under the orange lamplight, her face was hazy, her perfectly sculpted features, clear eyes, and white skin made her look like a young woman from an old photograph from the 70s or 80s.

Ruan Tianling brushed the hair away from her face, his eyes twinkled,” Promise me, stop seeing that Xiao person, okay?”

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His voice was gentle, resembling a lover’s whisper, asking her with tenderness, seeking her opinion.