C1 Thirty Million Private Property

The sky was gray, and the morning light shone through the cracks in the curtains, illuminating Jian Mo's face. Her palm-sized face was so pale that she didn't look like a living person.

She lifted the blanket and moved it very gently.

The man next to him was still asleep. His features were deep, and when they relaxed, they lost their usual defiant quality. His eyelashes were long and his lips were thin and pink.

Jian Mo tiptoed out of bed, and the bell on her neck rang crisply. The moment she stood up, she felt a tearing pain in her body.

Ha!

Who would have thought that the serious and calm Yang Zhexu would be so crazy at home?

Squatting down from the edge of the bed, she hugged her body, her eyes slightly red.

She couldn't cry...

After sorting out her emotions, she stood up and was about to go to the bathroom when a sleepy and hoarse voice came from behind her, "Where are you going?"

Jian Mo's footsteps slowed, as if she had been frozen in place by a spell.

Yang Zhexu woke up.

Her hands unconsciously tightened, her nails digging into her skin, but she did not dare to turn her head.

There was a sound of something moving behind her back. She clearly felt a warm hand climbing up to her shoulder from her waist. It suddenly grabbed the knot that tied the bell.

"Uh..."

In an instant, she felt like she was suffocating.

"I'm asking you a question, little thing."

Jian Mo could imagine his cold eyes staring at her back, and she could also imagine his mocking and contemptuous expression when he said those words.

"Today... I promised my dad to come home, so..." Jian Mo stuttered, not daring to show the slightest bit of dissatisfaction. She was afraid that if she angered him, it would be another nightmare.

"Is that so?" Yang Zhexu did not seem to believe her, and raised his voice.

Jian Mo's legs were already trembling as she forced out a smile and turned around, "Zhexu, why don't you come with me to take a look?"

"See?" He let go of her hand and a sneer appeared on his face. He sat up and leaned against the head of the bed. He casually took a cigarette from the head of the bed and put it to his lips.

"Pah!"

He took a deep breath and blew out a smoke ring. He didn't look at Jian Mo, but said indifferently, "I'm not interested in your family of vampires. Get lost."

Jian Mo felt that the nerves on her face did not belong to her, and she did not know what expression to make.

She stared blankly at his long fingers flicking away half of the ash before she walked into the bathroom in a daze.

She stood in front of the mirror. The person in the mirror had long hair that was parted in the middle. He had a trademark face, crescent-shaped eyebrows, a small nose tip, and full lips. Only his eyes were empty and lifeless.

Why did she ask him? She was asking for it!

Suddenly, the person in the mirror smiled bitterly.

Not only did Yang Zhexu hate her, but he also hated everyone in her family. As long as they were related to Jian Mo, they wouldn't be able to enter his eyes.

Who asked her to be bought by Yang Zhexu for thirty million?

After taking a bath, she put on light makeup. It was clearly midsummer, but Jian Mo deliberately chose a long-sleeved chiffon.

"Don't lose the bell." Yang Zhexu was still awake, but the ashtray beside his hand had already accumulated a few half-smoked cigarettes.

He never smoked to the end because he was worried that he would smoke his hands black...

"I know, I won't lose it." Jian Mo obediently pursed her lips and touched it with her fingertips on her neck. It was round and cold, the size of a ping-pong ball, and tied with a blue ribbon.

Yang Zhexu had said that she was his private property, and the bell was the mark.

When he pushed open the door and walked out of the bedroom, the sky was bright. In the huge living room, there were layers of crystal lamps and the marble floor was spotless. This place was like a castle in a fairy tale.

As Jian Mo walked down the stairs, the little figure sitting at the dining table, dressed in an English school uniform, smiled at her.

"Aiyo, young master, hurry up and wipe it."

The maid served him in a flurry, and Jian Mo had already walked to the child's side.

"Master, be good and eat until you go to kindergarten. If you're late, you won't get the little red flag!" Jian Mo gently rubbed the lid of his pot. The moment she saw his bright smile, all the negative emotions disappeared.

"Yes, Teacher Mo, Shou Shou is the most obedient!" Yang Zishuo's young and tender smile was round, and his eyes were as bright as black gems.

After saying that, he was especially proactive. He held the spoon and wolfed down the porridge.

Only Jian Mo's smile froze.

Yes, she was Yang Zishuo's kindergarten teacher. Every day, she was accompanied by countless little angels.

Today, she took a leave of absence...

Jian Mo did not eat breakfast and quickly left the villa as if she would die of lack of oxygen if she stayed another second longer in the Yang family.

She took two deep breaths of fresh air as she got into the Yang family car and told the driver to drive away.

It was a half hour drive from the Yang family to the Jian family. As soon as she got out of the car and told the driver not to wait, her phone rang.

"We're here?"

Yang Zhexu's "greeting" came just in time.

"Yes, I'll be back in the afternoon." Jian Mo typed out a text message. When she raised her head, the driver had already disappeared.

Behind her was her house, a seven-story old residential area. However, as soon as she walked into the entrance, she couldn't see anyone around. She quickly opened the milk carton and took out her passport and plane ticket.

Leave this place!

She could no longer stand the life of being imprisoned and the torture that Yang Zhexu had given her!

On the way to the airport, Jian Mo held onto the plane ticket tightly in her hand. The hard paper was wet, but she didn't notice.

The journey was safe, and no one followed her.

Waiting for the plane to board for two hours, minute by minute, second by second, she looked around, her nerves in an extremely tense state.

This time, she would definitely be able to get rid of Yang Zhexu successfully, definitely!

"Passengers heading to Yutian Airport, please head to the N2 ticket barrier and bring your luggage along..."

She didn't have any luggage.

She only had the heart to escape to the ends of the earth.

Perhaps it was because Jian Mo was in a hurry, but there were no other passengers at the ticketing counter. It was empty.

When the stewardess took her ticket, she looked at it carefully. However, she made a gesture of "please," with a calm smile.

Finally...

At this moment, Jian Mo's footsteps were unprecedentedly light, as if she had taken off her shackles and was walking on the clouds.

However, when she stepped into the cabin door, the scene in front of her was like a bolt from the blue, shocking her on the spot.

"What should I eat?" The man was sitting in the first class cabin with his long legs crossed. His posture was lazy and leisurely. He was flipping through the menu with his thin lips curved up, looking handsome and wicked.

He was definitely not asking her. Apparently, he was asking the couple sitting on the other side.

The couple had a forced smile that was even uglier than crying as they stood close to each other, looking at Yang Zhexu as if he was a devil, trembling in fear.

Not only them, Jian Mo was also scared out of her wits.

Why was Yang Zhexu here?!

"Hey, little thing, why don't you order?" Yang Zhexu threw up the menu, and Jian Mo caught it by reflex.

Looking at his yuppie smile, Jian Mo opened the menu with a trembling hand. There were no delicious dishes, only bloody photos edited from horror movies...