C13 Pain

Sunn Yuanhann's knee effortlessly pinned her legs down, his large hand controlling her wrists, pressing her against the bed. His handsome face loomed close, a faint shadow of menace in his eyes, his brows raised high. "Are you trying to provoke me?"

Soong Qian had never encountered anyone like this before. His eyes were like deep pools, drawing in and shattering her thoughts. Fear crept in, and just as she was about to speak, a strong hand clamped around her jaw.

His fingers, defined and forceful, gripped her chin. The man leaning over her chuckled softly, amusement lacing his voice. "Do you realize, with just a flick of my hand, I could end you? You're as insignificant as an ant, yet you dare to challenge me. Should I admire your courage or pity your recklessness?"

His grip tightened slightly, leaving deep red marks on her pale skin—intimate yet ruthless.

Soong Qian winced from the pain, unable to utter a word. She bit her lip, looking up at the cold, dangerous face above her, her eyes starting to well up. Her breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling more noticeably.

It wasn't that she deliberately pried into his private life. The night before, while he was in the bathroom, he had held her, murmuring "Mo, Mo." She guessed that the woman Sunn Yuanhann cared for was nicknamed Mo, and that she probably didn't return his feelings. Otherwise, why would Sunn Yuanhann need to drown his sorrows at a bar?

However, Soong Qian seemed to forget that the man across from her wasn't just any man; he was someone whose influence in the West District could shake the ground. His pride was unmatched, and everyone has a sensitive spot that shouldn't be touched.

Soong Qian's words were like the sharpest blade, cutting deeply into Sunn Yuanhann's most vulnerable spot, stripping away all his restraint and patience, leaving him seething with anger. Yuanhann was furious, his very presence radiating intense hostility.

Their eyes locked, neither speaking a word, and Soong Qian certainly didn't beg for mercy. The master bedroom was brightly lit yet empty, and a deadly silence hung between them for a few seconds, broken only by their heavy breathing.

The pain in her jaw, combined with her own sense of injustice, filled Soong Qian's eyes with tears. Yet she gritted her teeth, clutching the hem of her shirt, refusing to let the tears fall, unwilling to concede defeat in front of this man.

But in the end, she couldn't hold back. Thinking of her mother still in the psychiatric hospital, an overwhelming sadness surged within her. She turned her face away, tears dampening her lashes, slowly trailing down her cheeks.

Sunn Yuanhann looked down at Soong Qian, whose face was streaked with tears. His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something. It was almost like he truly wanted to speak.

Soong Qian already bore a striking resemblance to Tao Ningmo, and now, with tears streaming down her face, the likeness was even more pronounced.

Tao Ningmo had always been a spoiled girl, raised in luxury and comfort, never having to worry about anything. As a result, she had never cried, at least not since she was a child. The only time Yuanhann had seen her cry as an adult was that one occasion.

She stood in front of him, her small hands twisting the fabric of her clothes, tears falling like petals in the rain. The large living room echoed with the sound of her sobs.