Bai Rong tumbled onto the wooden boards loudly.
She watched as the bearded man peeled off his suit and shirt, exposing the undershirt beneath.
He had a deep gash on his arm that her medical knowledge told her was inflicted only the day before.
He lunged towards her like a hunter after its prey.
Bai Rong trembled in fear. “Stay where you are, do not come near me.”
He continued to inch towards her.
She did not want to die.
She still wanted to be with Gu Mingchen.
However, she would rather die than be defiled.
She did not know how she was going to face Gu Mingchen after that.
Bai Rong turned and scooted backwards.
Before she hit the wall, the man grabbed her and crushed her body against the bed.
The woman tried to wriggle out of his grip with all her might but was not able to move as the man had her legs pinned.
She froze, then let out a powerful shriek.
He had started unbuttoning her pants and pulled it down.
In a flash, she wrenched an arm free and drove her hand into his gaping wound. Blood erupted from the injury and started to flow steadily down his arm.
He used both hands to hold her arms down and overlooked her.
Bai Rong fixed a murderous gaze on the man.
She was not even afraid of death, much less this man.
She mustered all the strength she had left and head-butted him.
He dodged and she took the opportunity to grab the dagger he had abandoned on the side of the bed.
Without thinking, she held the blade to her neck.
The bearded man yanked the dagger away and managed to subdue her with one hand. He ripped her pants, used them to lash her wrists together as he lifted one of her legs and forced himself in without any warning.
Bai Rong screamed, brimming with tears as she remained motionless, at a complete loss.
She was absolutely humiliated and was falling down the pits of despair, praying for death.
She bit down on her tongue.
Suicide by biting one’s tongue was caused by a combination of overwhelming pain from the numerous blood vessels being broken as well as excessive loss of blood.
It was better than doing nothing.
If she died now, at least she could preserve the image Gu Mingchen had of her.
She would not be able to face him after this anyway.
The bearded man noticed what Bai Rong was trying to do and terror flashed across his eyes as he pressed down on her chin, forcing her mouth open. Her tongue had already been injured and blood was streaming out of her mouth.
He frowned and captured her lips with his.
Bai Rong screamed again, struggling with all she had and, in the scrimmage, knocked the back of her head.
He pressed his forehead to hers and whispered into her ear, “Rong, it is me, Gu Mingchen. This room is being watched. I will explain everything to you once we get out so for now please just act like you have fainted.”
This was a severe blow to Bai Rong and her heart skipped a beat as she closed her eyes.
Her mind was a mess.
She had been so certain that Gu Mingchen could not have been the man that raped her three years ago but the recent events seemed to tell a different story.
He could have been carrying out a mission like he was now.
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