Part 2Picking up a villainous boss as a husband

But they didn't know that the villain Song Huairen was about to hit the plot point where he gets thrown in jail.

That day, I stood in the most conspicuous spot: "Well, well, well, Mr. Not-a-Single-Hair, your son belongs to me now."

Under the villain's murderous gaze, I led people into the villa and forcibly kidnapped Song Qingli.

In the cramped rental apartment, for a full day and night, the boy refused to eat or drink, refusing to communicate.

I understood that his family had suddenly met with disaster, the proud son of heaven had fallen from the clouds, and he couldn't bear the blow for a while.

I specifically changed into a silk nightgown to feed him water and food.

But Song Qingli kept his eyes shut tight, lips pressed together, motionless, stiff as a board, looking like he'd rather die than submit.

No matter how I acted cute or seduced him, he remained unmoved.

Finally, my patience ran out. I forced his mouth open mouth-to-mouth and roughly poured in the red date and goji berry water I had boiled.

Song Qingli's eyes flew open, coughing uncontrollably. The water spilling from the corner of his mouth wet his shirt, sticking to his body and outlining his beautiful muscles: "What—what are you doing?"

"Kissing."

Looking at Song Qingli's expression of shock mixed with terror.

Thinking back to the days when I humbly pursued love but was coldly rejected by him and humiliated by the villain.

I felt a secret thrill. My thumb brushed over his rosy lips, and I chuckled:

"A good boy like you, is this your first time kissing a girl? No wonder you're so inexperienced... why don't I teach you?"

"Don't, don't touch me, dirty..."

Song Qingli frowned, seemingly unable to bear hearing this, blushing furiously and deliberately turning his head away.

My mood, which had been relatively pleasant, flared up again because of the word "dirty."

The more reluctant he was, the more disgusted he acted, the more I deliberately bit his ear and said:

"Song Qingli, your dad has done all sorts of evil things over the years. Those creditors outside are waiting to eat you alive."

"Now, I'm the only one willing to protect you. In return, be my lover."

Song Qingli seemed shocked by my bandit logic, a strange light flashing in his eyes as he forced out word by word: "Me, be your, lover?"

"Yeah."

"I can't," Song Qingli replied with trepidation.

I laughed in anger: "Baby, do you think I'm negotiating with you?"

"Since you don't want to be a lover, then be my dog."

The boy said nothing, his thick eyelashes lowered, his fluffy head drooping, wet all over.

He really looked like an unwanted puppy in the rain on the street.

Although a top-tier handsome guy looking dejected is particularly pitiable.

But I risked everything to save Song Qingli, not to watch him give me attitude.

Smack—

The handle of the whip slapped the boy's pale face, leaving a faint red mark. Not heavy, but extremely humiliating.

Song Qingli raised his head a beat later, the corner of his mouth hooking up almost imperceptibly, fleetingly, so fast I thought it was an illusion.

I lifted my leg, the tip of my high heel grinding and pressing circles on Song Qingli's eight-pack abs:

"Don't ignore me, or I'll throw you to the creditors. In this rental, you only need to serve me. If you fall into their hands, being used as a rag would be a mercy."

Song Qingli trembled all over, intense emotions surging in his eyes: "Chen Xueyao..."

I increased the pressure under my foot, looking down at him: "Dogs are not qualified to call their master by name."

"Serve me or be tortured to death by creditors, choose."

The boy hissed in pain, arching his back, almost crawling on the ground.

Even in such a humiliating posture, Song Qingli still didn't yield: "Just kill me—"

"......"

Burning with rage, I slammed the door and left, not noticing the boy staring at the whip in my hand with an obsessed look.