Before yesterday, Ding Fu never needed to cry—so long as the slightest crease marred her forehead, Yue Pengcheng’s heart would ache till he felt like he wanted to die, and he would pull her into a hug for comfort.

  But now, listening to Ding Fu’s crying revolted Yue Pengcheng, his entire head filled with her insufferable voice from last night.

  As he thought of the image of he being a cuckold still pertained, the fire in Yue Pengcheng’s grew wilder and wilder.

  Last night, Ding Fu actually even said, said…… He was a useless, good-for-nothing man.

  Yue Pengcheng really wanted to viciously give her a few slaps, that b*tch, b*tch……

  Once, she had a face of distilled purity, an untouchable goddess, and in the end, everything was a farce. Whatever those people from yesterday said was right, there was nothing but ill intent in this b*tch’s bones.

  Yue Pengcheng was a selfish man—in his world, there was no one but himself.

  Everyone should revolve around him, and Ding Fu took advantage of this point, expressing complete devotion to him. She her heart given to him, worshipping him like a god, making him her only source of reliance, giving him a false sense that if she were without him she would die, giving Yue Pengcheng a false sense of accomplishment.

  So, that was why Yue Pengcheng liked Ding Fu so much, but now with the illusion shattered, the beautiful days of before were replaced by the ugliness of yesterday night.

  Only the humiliation of last night was left in his heart. The more beauty there was in the days of before, the more he hated it now.

  Yue Pengcheng really wanted to slap the b*tch. How was she not dead yet, the conniving witch. Did she not have any sense of dignity? How dare she had the audacity to even live!

  His face contorted into various obscured expressions; his hands were clenched into fists by his sides.

  Ding Fu lay sobbing on the sickbed, waiting for Yue Pengcheng to console her, but after waiting for a few hours there was no news from him.

  Since waking up in the morning till now, panic edged on Ding Fu’s heart, and the panic also gradually subsided.

  Her body ached everywhere, and was entirely mottled with bruises.

  Yue Pengcheng had reported that two people had been kidnapped to the police, had been assaulted, and she……had been violated. The hospital staff had conducted a check-up, and had verified traces of her being violated.

  But Ding Fu was very sure that it was Yue Pengcheng last night, and not anybody else.

  She had exited the express inn, she had been tied up by a few people, and she was afraid to promise anything to those people, but…… after she had her clothes torn off, she had been knocked out on the car, and when she had woken up she was in the factory’s pool.

  Ding Fu was old enough to know whether she had been violated or not.

  After waking up, her body definitely ached, but it only ached with the injuries her body had sustained, and not with that kind of pain……

  Those people were trying to scare them from start to the end, yet……nobody believed whatever she said.

  People misunderstood her, because of the bruises on her body? Besides, who would suspect the word of a doctor? Their word was undoubtedly the truth.

  So now everyone thought that she was merely lying to herself, unwilling to accept reality.

  How was she to explain to everyone that the marks on her body were deliberately created by someone? That those people were cunning, that they never raped her but still managed to make it look like she had been tortured.

  Ding Fu, now anxious, had plenty of grievances she could not voice out. She wanted to explain to Yue Pengcheng, but he never came to see her, and how was she supposed to say anything at all?