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"Don't... "Don't touch me …"

"Go away …"

"You scoundrel, beast, beast!"

"You can't do this to me, you can't... Woo woo … "Sob, sob, sob …"

England, 10 PM.

It was located in the best compound villa with the best view.

Rong Jinchu's closed eyes suddenly snapped open.

Damn it!

He was lying on the custom-made soft bed, covered in a silky black velvet quilt, his arms hanging at his sides.

Even in the pitch-black darkness of the night, his eyes could still detect a thin mass of anger within them when he was disturbed from his sleep.

He stretched out his hand and pressed the button on the remote control that was placed on the bedside with his fingertip.

The bedroom, large enough to accommodate nearly a thousand people, instantly became as bright as day.

The warm yellow light illuminated Rong Jinchu's shocking face.

His facial features were picturesque, with a pair of light brown eyes, fair skin, and a perfect three-dimensional face. He had an exquisite and handsome appearance unique to the east.

Rong Jinchu rubbed the center of his brows, propped himself up and leaned against the headboard.

His mind was in a mess. The moment he heard the words that interrupted his sleep, he could tell that this woman was being forced to do some intense exercises that could not be described with words and could only be described with physical actions.

As the lights came on on on the second floor, the tranquil atmosphere of the entire villa changed, as if it was enveloped in layers of suffocating gloom.

All the servants were alert and ready for battle.

In the lobby.

Lin Feng's face was cold and grave. His tall and straight figure was dressed in a black suit that was handmade and stood upright.

"Assistant Lin."

The maid came down and pointed to the second floor.

Lin Feng glanced at Lin Feng and ordered someone to prepare a cup of water with the right temperature. He also asked the servant to prepare two white pills from the room where the medicines were usually placed before carrying the plate upstairs.

Lin Feng walked to the bedroom and knocked on the door.

"Knock ~ ~ ~"

A man's clear and magnetic voice came from inside.

"Come in."

After receiving permission, Lin Feng pushed open the door and entered.

He looked at the man respectfully and stood on the right side of the bed: "Young Master Rong, this is the new sleeping pill that Doctor Zhuang created."

Rong Jinchu's expression was cold and lonely, his finely shaped dark red thin lips curled into a line.

He took the glass and scanned the sleeping pill in his palm, but did not put it in his mouth for a long time.

In his mind, he heard another series of sobs and intermittent sobs.

"Wuu … wuu …" "Sob, sob …"

"Beast …"

Was it over?

With a headache, he lifted a hand and pinched the center of his forehead, then impatiently threw away the sleeping pills.

Ever since he woke up from an accident, a female voice would often appear in his mind.

This voice had accompanied him for twenty years since he was a child.

At first, he could sleep on drugs, but as the years passed, the sleeping pills no longer worked on his body.

Every time he fell asleep, he was woken up by the sound.

Lin Feng looked at the sleeping pills on the ground, not daring to even breathe.

Young Master Rong was very upset.

Rong Jinchu placed the cup of water in his hand back to its original position. Even though the anger in his chest was boiling, he still maintained his good rest, and did not do anything disgraceful because of the unhappiness in his heart.

He frowned in deep thought.

After a moment, he raised his eyes.

The light brown pupils were suffused with a faint billowing aura.

"The Chinese market is almost ready?"

"Yes."

Hearing this, the gloom in Rong Jinchu's eyes gradually dissipated.

"Find the woman."

"What does Young Master Rong mean?"

"She's in China."