C21

"You little demon, you really are a little demon."

The clothes in the room were a mess. On the white bedsheets, there were still some traces of having sex.

Shen Qing'er was curled up on the messy bed, tightly hugging her trembling arms. On her shoulders and back, there were many shocking kisses.

Ye Yi Hang sat at the head of the bed with his chest open. His emotions were in turmoil as he looked at Shen Qing'er's empty eyes. He was actually blaming himself for losing control just now.

However, because of the possession just now, Ye Yi Hang made a decision that even he did not expect.

Even if he had to do anything, he wanted to possess this young girl for the rest of her life. He wanted to keep her by his side so that no man other than himself could touch her body.

Finally, Ye Yi stood up and mercilessly made a ruckus.

"From today onwards, you are my woman. Don't you need money? Just like before, do it once. I'll give you 200,000 yuan."

"No, no."

Hearing Ye Yi Hang's cold voice, Shen Qing'er's skinny body trembled and her voice became choked with sobs.

"No, I don't want money, I don't want money."

"You don't want it." Ye Yi Hang sneered. "Don't forget, I raised you to this age. You are mine to begin with. You don't have the right to say no."

His father had caused him to lose his parents, and now, Shen Qing'er had to use her own body to pay for this debt.

Shen Qing'er raised her teary red eyes. Under the bright light, Ye Yi Hang's features were distinct and his features were distinct. A trace of hostility could be seen between his brows.

Shen Qing'er couldn't believe it. This was the brother that she had always liked. Just now, he had done such a terrifying thing to her. Now, he was making such an unreasonable request.

Heavens, the person in front of him right now, was he really his beloved brother? Why was he looking at them like a devilish demon in the dark?

"No, no!" Shen Qing'er sobbed and shook her head in pain, practically begging him in a pleading tone, "I'm begging you, Brother Yuhang, no, I don't want money, I'm begging you, don't treat me like this, wuwu, I'm begging you, don't treat me like this."

"No." Ye Yi Hang was expressionless. His expression was so cold that there was not even the slightest bit of warmth, "Whether you want it or not, it's up to you whether you want it or not from now on."

Ye Yi Hang went further, picked up the coat on the ground, and left the sobbing Shen Qing'er. He then opened the door and left without looking back.

As he walked out of the room, he saw the astonished expression on Uncle Lin's face.

Ye Yi Hang frowned: "Uncle Lin, look after her. From now on, don't let her leave this room even half a step."

Uncle Lin watched as Shen Qing'er grew up. Last night, when he heard Shen Qing'er crying in pain in Ye Yi Hang's room, his heart almost broke.

"Young Master, Qing Er, she …" "He's still a child."

Ye Yi Hang frowned, unhappily looking at this old housekeeper who had worked in his house for decades.

"Uncle Lin, you've already worked in our family for decades. I think you don't want me to fire you."

Uncle Lin was at a loss for words.

Ye Yi Hang coldly snorted. Frowning, he strode downstairs without looking back.