Chapter 279: Chapter 279: Why the Crying? Chapter 279: Chapter 279: Why the Crying? Upon entering the elevator, the doors began to close slowly. Just as Tang Yu was about to relax, there was a bang, and a hand stopped the elevator doors—

“Ah!” Tang Yu cried out in alarm, stepping back and pressing herself against the wall of the elevator.

When the elevator doors slowly parted, revealing the man’s profound and sharp features, Tang Yu’s body went limp, clutching her chest, “You scared me to death!”

Ye Sihan’s tall frame entered the elevator, and the light inside dimmed significantly.

The elevator doors closed on him again, making the already oppressive space feel even more suffocating.

“Was it me who scared you, or was it the sight of you and Ye Yuli being intimate that did?” Ye Sihan’s presence emitted an air of low pressure.

Only then did Tang Yu realize that Ye Sihan must have been behind her, and he must have witnessed her interaction with Ye Yuli.

At that time, Yuli had touched her head, and she had messed with his hair in retaliation, without any other intentions.

She explained in a panic, “It’s not what you think, it was just for fun.”

“Fun?” Ye Sihan’s voice suddenly turned icy cold, his face carrying a hint of brutality.

Tang Yu’s breathing halted from fear.

The next second, her wrist was grasped tightly and lifted.

Ye Sihan asked cruelly, “Should I chop off your hand? Or his?”

Scared, Tang Yu attempted to withdraw her hand, but how could she possibly break free from Ye Sihan’s strong grip?

The elevator came to a stop at the designated floor behind them, and the doors opened.

“I have nothing going on with Ye Yuli, you know that, I’ve already fallen for you…”

Ye Sihan forcefully dragged Tang Yu out—

“Ah! Ye Sihan, don’t be angry, Yuli and I are just friends…” Tang Yu explained, and in the blink of an eye, she was pulled into the rental apartment.

Ye Sihan hooked his leg around the door and slammed it shut.

Tang Yu was pinned against the hard wall, gasping for air as she stared at the terrifying man in front of her as if he had crawled out of hell—

“Ye Sihan, did you even listen to what I said? I like you, how could there be anything between me and anyone else…”

Ye Sihan handed her the phone from her pocket, “Take the day off.”

Tang Yu stared at the phone in front of her, her heart racing.

She understood Ye Sihan’s meaning, if she didn’t take the day off now, she wouldn’t have the chance tomorrow.

Because Ye Sihan would leave her unable to get out of bed.

Thinking of the process, of Ye Sihan’s fierce demeanor in bed, Tang Yu’s legs already felt weak.

But, she still raised her hand, took the phone, and called the crewmember, “I’m Tang Yu, I have something to do tomorrow, I’d like to take a day off.”

The other party agreed.

Tang Yu hung up the phone.

The next second, she felt light as she was lifted, her back against the wall, her feet dangling about twenty centimeters off the ground.

Tang Yu was flustered; her feet swung anxiously, and the skirt that only reached her knees seemed virtually useless, offering no sense of security.

Ye Sihan secured her waist with one hand and then lowered her body with unerring precision, “Are you sure one day off is enough? Huh?”

“Not here, can we go in… Mmm!” Tang Yu’s body tensed instinctively, biting her lip, grabbing the clothes on Ye Sihan’s broad shoulders, “Ah!”

Her breathing quickened, trying to alleviate the severe discomfort, but to little effect.

“Relax.” Ye Sihan’s voice was hoarse, his muscles tensed tightly, his dark eyes reddened.

“Can’t… get out,” muttered Tang Yu in extreme discomfort, yet not daring to move an inch.

Ye Sihan’s hand on her waist loosened, and without his support, Tang Yu’s entire body’s weight plummeted—

“Ah—” Tang Yu’s body jolted, her face contorted in pain, feeling as if her soul was being torn apart.

Ye Sihan gave her no time to adjust, the scene he had witnessed on the roadside driving him into an uncontrollable rage, punishing this damned woman who claimed to like him yet had intimate contact with another man!

He intended to brand her with a mark that wouldn’t fade, a mark belonging to Ye Sihan!

“Don’t… stop… Ahhh!!” Tang Yu’s struggles became more frenzied, her fingers clutching Ye Sihan’s clothes suddenly tensed, her body violently trembling and convulsing.

Ye Sihan abruptly stopped, the veins on his forehead bulging, his breath heavy.

He gripped Tang Yu’s face with one hand, “Less than two minutes in, it looks like you’ll be very greedy tonight.”

Tang Yu’s pupils were unfocused, her breathing rushed, her mind blank, unable to analyze the dangerous words he had said.

Feeling a shadow loom over her face, her lips were firmly sealed.

“Mmm…” Tang Yu’s pupils gradually refocused, enduring Ye Sihan’s deep kiss.

She knew what had transpired, everything happening so swiftly she had no time to brace herself.

It was hard to believe.

She knew her body was sensitive, but to be this sensitive was causing her heart to flutter in panic.

This wasn’t normal, was it? At least it hadn’t been like this before.

Why the change?

Was it because she liked Ye Sihan? When touched by someone she liked, her soul couldn’t resist.

Even the parts that his rough palms touched grew abnormally hot, a reaction she couldn’t control.

Was this something bad?

No, it only made her more afraid.

A large hand caressed her flat and soft lower belly, and Tang Yu struggled with whimpers and sobs.

Ye Sihan picked her up in one swift motion, carried her to the room, threw her onto the bed, and covered her body with his.

“Mm!” Tang Yu’s delicate legs kicked helplessly, “Ye Sihan…”

“What did you call me?”

“Um…”

“What do you call me when begging for mercy?”

“Brother… brother…” Tang Yu’s voice carried a sobbing tone.

Ye Sihan kissed and licked her soft lips over and over, asserting strong possession.

He was impatient, even to the point of paranoid madness.

Maybe when he came to his senses, he would find that his prey beneath him had been possessed to death.

It had only been a few minutes on the bed before Tang Yu’s breathing became heavy, she struggled crying, her face flushed red, her head shaking helplessly.

Her body writhed in violent tremors.

With such force, she couldn’t even make a sound.

Tears slid from the corners of her eyes, as if every part of her body was going out of control.

“Mm!” Ye Sihan growled low, the muscles on his back twisting and tensing, his black eyes dark as ink fixed on the person beneath him, his breathing ragged. His hand reached behind Tang Yu’s head, lifting it, “Look!”

Tang Yu’s out-of-focus pupils were forced to watch.

She wanted to resist, but she was dominantly coerced by Ye Sihan.

So perverse.

Tang Yu had no idea how she had gotten through the night.

Ye Sihan used all methods to make her endure inhuman treatment.

No matter how much she cried or how she called him brother begging for mercy, Ye Sihan not only didn’t let her go but became even more intense.

Like a ferocious beast that had been caged for many years without tasting meat, once released, it became wild, its demands astonishingly large.

It wasn’t until the next afternoon that Tang Yu regained some consciousness, her eyes opening slowly and weakly.

It took several dull seconds to realize she was in her own room.

Her body, without even moving, was already in such discomfort that she frowned.

Especially her waist, she didn’t know if it was broken or still in recovery, completely unable to move a bit.

She hadn’t slept on the bed but on Ye Sihan’s body, lying on his chest.

The powerful heartbeat, the scorching temperature, brought on an unusual flood of emotions to her heart.

Last night’s terrible sensations were a dangerous signal.

Perhaps she liked Ye Sihan more than she realized, and it wasn’t something that would slowly vanish with effort, but a poison deep in her bones that was hard to remove.

This realization left her feeling frightened and anxious to the extreme.

What should she do? How could she like Ye Sihan? She couldn’t like him of all people!

That was not living in hell, yet it was a fate worse than residing in hell.

Thinking of the children and then of Yu Zhaohui, her internal conflict and pain brought tears to her eyes, rolling down all at once.

When Tang Yu realized the tears were falling on Ye Sihan’s chest, she tensed up instantly, hastily wiping them away with her fingers.

Was Ye Sihan awake? He hadn’t felt it, had he?

Just as she was thinking this, her jaw tightened, her face was lifted, and her panicked gaze met Ye Sihan’s piercing black eyes.

“Why are you crying?” His voice was slightly cold.