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As if he could not hear her words, Jang Jin put his cold fingers in, touching her sensitive areas, and extended his hands without any foreplay.

The strong stimulation mixed with the strange feeling of impact made Ji Han's body quiver and let out a sharp scream. She wanted to push away the man on her body, but both of her legs unconsciously pulled tightly together.

"You … Get lost, don't touch me! " Ji Han's legs were forcefully torn apart, and she was exposed to the air with some shame. Her struggle was useless, this kind of resistance only deepened the depths of his eyes.

"I beg of you, please don't stay here!"

Her hoarse sobs made Rong Jin feel even more agitated. His fingers were pushing her away. Right now, he only wanted to teach this woman a lesson. No other desires could be found within her, and that would be simply and directly punishing her!

Ji Han bit her lips and her hands were imprisoned. She looked at the man in front of her with despair and pain. She bit her lips and refused to make a single sound. Tears flowed down hopelessly. She clearly loved him that much, but now she was being treated like this?

From the other side of the room, there came a faint and sharp scream, and then it was the sound of something being broken, and it was Li Hu.

Jang Jin's eyes turned cold. Before his fingers could reach inside, he pulled his hand back without any reluctance. He wiped it with a tissue a few times and threw it away in disgust.

Letting go of her, he said coldly, "Don't even think about getting a divorce. Starting from tomorrow, go to the Rong family for work."

Ji Han didn't have the slightest bit of strength on her body, and half of her clothes slipped when she pulled on them. She tried to hold back her tears, "I just want to know, you haven't had any feelings for me?"

She just wanted to know, what was her chasing for so long in his eyes?

Rong Jin's gaze was ice-cold, he slowly spat out two words, "No."

Mi Han's heart missed a beat as she stared fixedly at the man in front of her. Even after such an intimate act, the man's eyes remained unmoved as he calmly looked at her awkwardness.

Just now, the noise in the room seemed to have increased a little bit. Rong Ge frowned, and his eyes that had remained calm all this while flashed with emotion. He stood up and was about to enter the room.

Mi Han struggled to get up. Even though her body was extremely uncomfortable, she pulled on his sleeve with unwillingness. Her cherry lips didn't have a pattern on his lips.

She was unwilling, a little movement from Li Hu could arouse his emotions, she was unwilling, this man kept humiliating her, his arm kept climbing up his body, attempting to untie his clothes.

Her delicate hand reached down to the waistband of his trousers, and there was a hint of a self-deprecating smile on her face.

However, she was gripped tightly by his ice-cold hand. When she lifted her head to look at the man, she discovered that he had a very calm reaction from the beginning to the end.

He had no feelings for her, not even a little! Even if she was a goddess in the eyes of others, in the eyes of this man, she was as lowly as trash on the side of the road.

She bit her lips with a bit of stubbornness. She wanted to break free from his grasp and continue with her previous incomplete movements, but her wrist was pinched so hard that it was painful and she couldn't break free.

"Don't make me feel nauseous." "Little Hu," said Rong Jin coldly, shaking her hand away, "Since you have matters to attend to, you'd better be honest with me."

After saying that, he left in big strides, leaving only Han Li on the sofa. Looking at his figure disappearing around the corner of the stairs, it felt like his neck was strangled by something, making him feel suffocated and uncomfortable. How could she be so cheap? So cheap that she couldn't let him go even after so many times.

Little Hu, Little Hu, the only one he cared about was that woman!

By the time Ren Jin rushed in, the room was already in a mess. On the bed, the long hair fell down, curling up and crying. On the other side of the room, a servant stood there, looking helpless.

"What's going on?" Jung Jin asked in a low voice, annoyed.

Before the servant could reply, Li Hu sobbed and said, "I was trying to find something just now, and accidentally fell when I touched the bottle. Big brother Rong, my leg hurts … "It hurts."

"Am I never going on stage again, big brother Rong? I'm scared."

Li Hu's crying became even more aggrieved, his nose twitched, and his hand tightly held onto something.

"Clean up the place and remove all the porcelain." With a cold face, Jongjin instructed the servant at the door, who hurriedly left after receiving his orders.

He sighed, and gently held Li Hu in his arms, "Just what are you so careless about? If you have anything to do in the future, tell the servants to go do it."

Li Hu spread out his hands, and inside was a crystal teardrop shaped pendant, pouting his mouth in grievance, "I used to look beautiful, and I wanted it from Big Sis, but Elder Sis didn't seem to be happy, so I …" I just want to send it back to my sister. "

His cold gaze fell on the necklace, then closed her palm, "Ignore her, if you like, I'll bring you better ones. And, hey, she's not good enough for these things. "

When they were first married, this necklace was personally given to them by Rong Ming. But now …