Chapter 1239 - Kowtowing Three Times
Chapter 1239: Kowtowing Three Times
Cen Xi was very beautiful.
She was as exquisite as a porcelain doll. Pure and charming, many people would be attracted by her appearance when they first saw her.
Although she had many pursuers, she had known self-defense since she was a child. It was not like she had not met someone who wanted to destroy her in order to get her.
Da Long from the desert was one of them.
But at that time, her hands were still able to move.
After she came out of Young Master Qiao’s room tonight, she was too flustered and nervous. She did not pay attention to her surroundings, so Shen Hao took the opportunity to capture her.
She could not break free from the rope tied to her hands, and did not have the time to feel the burning pain on her face. Icy cold water kept flowing into her lips and nose. She wanted to float up, but Shen Hao was pressing her hard…
Ugh! She felt that her lungs were lacking oxygen and she felt more and more uncomfortable.
Was she going to die here tonight?
Just when she was about to suffocate again, Shen Hao hauled her up. Cen Xi fell to the ground and kept on spitting out water from her mouth. She felt like she was about to collapse and could not exert any strength.
Shen Hao looked at her fair legs from the slit on her cheongsam. He could not wait anymore, pressing himself onto her, his hand pulling at her collar and the fair skin of her shoulders and collarbones could be seen.
Cen Xi coughed violently and glared at Shen Hao with cold red eyes. “Scram, or I’ll make you die a terrible death.”
Shen Hao smiled scornfully. “You’ll beg me to want you when you get a taste of how good I am.”
Then, he tore a bigger opening at her cheongsam.
Looking at her breasts that could be vaguely seen wrapped around by her bra, he swallowed. Although it did not look too big, it was just right. The most important thing was that her skin was much fairer than that of ordinary people. It was tender like tofu and looked as though water could be squeezed out.
F*ck. Shen Hao seemed to smell the faint fragrance of a virgin. With his eyes red, he lowered his head, wanting to kiss her but Cen Xi struggled desperately. Instead of taking advantage of her, he was bitten by her instead.
Furious, Shen Hao did not kiss her anymore and pulled her legs apart directly, his fingers going towards her panty.
No! Cen Xi was really afraid at that moment.
Was her purity which she had been guarding for 20 years, going to fall into the hands of this villain?
Cen Xi kicked him desperately.
She kicked Shen Hao’s manhood and he ground his teeth together in pain. He did not expect this woman to be so fierce!
He had no mood to do her anymore, but he was furious. No matter what, he had to torture her half to death today!
Hauling her up from the ground, he was about to press her into the bathtub when the bathroom door was kicked open suddenly with a loud bang.
Shen Hao turned back on reflex.
He saw a man dressed in an expensive shirt and pants standing at the door, a pair of rimless glasses over his handsome face. His gaze was dark and menacing, like he was a demon from hell. The coldness coming out from his bones was enough to make people shiver.
Before Shen Hao could react, the man picked Shen Hao up then, raising his long leg, then kicked Shen Hao in the abdomen.
Bam! Shen Hao was kicked to the wall and fell, rolling a few times on the ground.
“Who the f*ck are you? How dare you touch me. Do you beliー”
Before he could finish, he was kicked a few times again. Until he lay on the ground, unable to move.
Qiao Yanze went to the pale Cen Xi, who was lying in front of the bathtub, and untied her hands, picking her up from the ground.
Before he took her away, he looked at Shen Hao coldly, saying, “The surname’s Qiao, if you’re unhappy, remember to find me.”
…
Cen Xi was thrown onto the deck by Qiao Yanze like a broken doll.
He took out a clean checkered handkerchief from his pants pocket and wiped his long fingers, as if they were stained with some disgusting bacteria.
Cen Xi looked at his action and her pale lips trembled.
After wiping his hand, he took out a necklace from his pants pocket. When Cen Xi saw the necklace, she stood up from the deck with difficulty. “This is mine.”
Did she drop it in his room just now?
She wanted to take the necklace back, but he took a step back.
Behind him was the endless sea. At this time, the yacht was moving forward and it would only return to the shore tomorrow morning.
Cen Xi’s pupils constricted. “The necklace is very important to me. Please give it back to me…”
Before she could finish, he interrupted her coldly. “Do you know who I am?”
When Cen Xi looked at his cold eyes under his lenses, her wet eyelashes fluttered violently. “Y-Yes, you’re Young Master Qiao from the Duke’s family.”
“Then do you know who ruined the Duke’s family?”
Inside, Cen Xi’s soul was shivering. She bit her lip too hard and she tasted blood at the tip of her tongue. Her eyes were blurred by tears and she lowered her head, not daring to look at him. “Yes.”
“Who was it?” A cold and dangerous glint flashed past his narrowed eyes.
Cen Xi closed her eyes, her tears falling out and her teeth chattering. “I-It’s my sister.”
“Good.” Qiao Yanze’s tall body leaned against the railing languidly and his hand that was holding her necklace stretched towards the sea. When Cen Xi saw this, her pupils constricted. “Young Master Qiao, no! This necklace is really important to me, don’t throw it away!”
The coldness and danger on Qiao Yanze’s face faded away and he lifted his lips into a faint smile. “I heard that you were looking for me, wanting to apologize after you learned about what happened between your sister and I.”
“Yes.”
“Okay, then apologize to me now. I want to see your sincerity.”
Cen Xi sniffed, her wet body shivering under the sea wind at night. She bowed her head and said sincerely, “I’m sorry.”
“Just a sorry?”
“What does Young Master Qiao want me to do?”
Qiao Yanze smirked, his eyes under the lenses seemed calm, but in fact, they were even colder than sharp blades. “Will you do what I ask you to do?”
Cen Xi nodded. “Yes.”
“Kneel down and kowtow to me three times.”
Cen Xi raised her eyes and looked at him. He had a smile on his face but there was no warmth in it at all.
A suffocating pain spread out from Cen Xi’s chest and she met with his eyes. He was leaning against the railing, his tall body casting a frightening shadow and there was a bone-chilling coldness on his handsome and devilish face.
They stared at each other for nearly a minute before he laughed coldly. “Why, you’re unwilling?”
He slowly loosened his hold on the necklace in his hand.
There was a thump.
Cen Xi’s slender body knelt on the deck. Then, with a loud bang, she hit her forehead on the ground.
One time, two times, three times.
Every time, she put all her strength into it.
Her fair forehead was dripping with blood after kowtowing.
But she did not say a word, bearing it all silently.