A single sentence made Dong Enyu suspicious.
“Locking you up here is to make you more self-aware.” If this wasn’t a confession, Dong Enyu really couldn’t figure out what Zhao Han meant by saying this…
“You like me?” She didn’t know what got into her, but she couldn’t control her mouth, and everything she thought came out.
The oppressive atmosphere became even more bizarre because of Dong Enyu’s words.
Zhao Han was so close to the woman that if she moved forward another ten centimeters, an uncontrollable situation might occur.
However, after hearing this, Zhao Han suddenly laughed a few times, slowly stepped back, and looked Dong Enyu up and down.
“I like people with ability, wealth, power, and taste,” Zhao Han spoke slowly, each word clear, as if she wanted the woman to hear it all, “Do you have these?” she asked Dong Enyu, whether she had the aforementioned qualities.
Her intention was obvious; Zhao Han was humiliating Dong Enyu because the woman had nothing.
In her eyes, Dong Enyu had no ability, wealth, power, or taste… Dong Enyu knew this was a mocking way to make her slap her own face.
So the woman laughed, a gentle laugh, admitting she had nothing.
“The reason I keep you around is because you’re low enough.
I just want to see you pretend to be indifferent while bleeding inside, and I especially like your wildness when you climax, your unrestrained begging, and your shameless nature.” With seductive lips speaking vulgar words, Zhao Han was such a person, a perfect package with a rotten soul inside.
“Can I interpret that as you praising me for being straightforward and unrestrained?” Dong Enyu shrugged and said with a smile.
She wasn’t meeting Zhao Han for the first time; she knew this woman’s twisted sense of humor.
“In front of me, you don’t need to hide it.
Just admit you’re a masochist with no dignity,” Zhao Han lowered her eyes, took a leather strap from a black box, and fastened it to the collar on Dong Enyu’s neck with a click.
“You’ve learned quickly, knowing that talking back to your master deserves punishment.”
Zhao Han held the leather strap in her hand, gently pulling it a few times, causing Dong Enyu’s shoulders to sway slightly… under control… Her gaze followed the strap forward until she saw the fair hand, then up to that stunning face.
Zhao Han, a woman with such a strong desire for control that she wanted to chain her.
…
For the past two days, Dong Enyu had been living quite peacefully.
Just as Zhao Han said, Aunt Su left for her hometown early the next morning after saying goodbye to Zhao Han.
Except for meals being delivered to the door, Dong Enyu didn’t want to leave the room at all.
She couldn’t explain why, but every time she looked out the window, she would unconsciously touch the collar on her neck.
Made of pure silver, with a leather strap attached, even though no one was pulling the other end, Dong Enyu felt a sense of being locked up.
Compared to physical restraint, symbolic restriction made her even more uncomfortable…
“Dong Enyu,” Zhao Han knocked on the door twice with one hand.
The door wasn’t closed, but Zhao Han still politely knocked a few times.
“Two days of rest should be enough.
Today, you start working.
This is your uniform here, and your job is the same as Aunt Su’s: cleaning the house, doing laundry, cooking.
Any questions?”
Dong Enyu slowly turned her head.
She was sitting on the windowsill at the time, sunlight casting a hazy glow on her calm expression.
“No problem.” She nodded.
Besides obeying, she had no other choice.
At least until she figured out a way to leave, or until Zhao Han got bored, she had to stay here to “repay her debt.”
With a change of mindset, this wasn’t a bad place to lay low, even though she had made a losing move with Huo Ai, she hadn’t lost all her chips yet.
Dong Enyu calmly undressed in front of Zhao Han, then took the uniform the woman handed her and put it on.
She didn’t ignore the sharp gaze Zhao Han cast her way, and in response, Dong Enyu looked back with a faint smile.
Her “obedience” would surely satisfy Zhao Han.
This uniform was not unfamiliar to Dong Enyu, an elegant English maid outfit, the same one she wore when she came to “help out” before.
Naturally, she was quite adept at cleaning and cooking, even giving her a sense of déjà vu, standing in the same place but at a different time.
The feelings she had then and the taste now were completely different.
However, there was one thing that always made Dong Enyu feel strange…
And that was…
“Ahem.” Dong Enyu was holding a feather duster, dusting the bookshelf, when she suddenly cleared her throat, her gaze drifting to the woman standing beside her.
Zhao Han stood with her arms crossed, leaning against the door frame, staring at her without blinking.
It had been ten minutes already, how long was she going to watch?
The two had been getting along peacefully for three days, during which Dong Enyu noticed that Zhao Han never left her side for more than an hour.
Even grocery shopping was done by bodyguards.
Basically, only after they went to bed at night did they separate, giving Dong Enyu some “private space.” This job wasn’t easy; not only did she have to handle everything, but she also had to be watched by her employer from morning till night…
Wasn’t the collar enough?
“What are you thinking?” Zhao Han noticed Dong Enyu’s slight distraction and suddenly blew a breath near her ear.
In an instant, Dong Enyu’s hair stood on end, but she didn’t move away.
“I’m thinking about Han Ge,” Dong Enyu didn’t avoid the topic.
To be honest, she was really curious, “Is Han Ge really dead?” She remembered Yong Le turning on the radio and hearing a report about a congressman who had unfortunately died.
But what about Han Ge’s situation? Was Yong Le lying, or was it true?
She saw Zhao Han frown in disgust.
“Sorry, I know it’s a sensitive topic, but I’m locked up here, and you’re the only one I can ask.” Dong Enyu shrugged, looking innocent.
If she could come and go freely, she wouldn’t be asking Zhao Han about this.
“A bullet through the heart, can someone survive that?” Zhao Han picked up the leather strap on Dong Enyu’s collar, holding it in her hand and stroking it gently.
Perhaps she was satisfied with Dong Enyu’s “you’re the only one I can ask,” so she was willing to answer.
“Did Wutang send someone to catch her? Is Luo Ye in charge of this?” After getting a definite answer, Dong Enyu suddenly felt lucky to be alive.
Compared to having a gun barrel pressed against her heart, some flesh wounds were nothing.
She only had to think of the weapons stacked in the corner like a small arsenal during her kidnapping to feel a chill in her heart.
Honestly, it was a miracle that Yong Le let her go.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Han pulled the leather strap hard, causing Dong Enyu to lean noticeably towards her…
Maybe she stepped on a landmine, making Zhao Han unhappy.
“Sorry,” Dong Enyu lowered her eyes slightly, raising a calm smile, “I just thought you were close to the big brothers in the underworld, so I wanted to ask.” She didn’t expect Zhao Han to be so averse to her asking about Wutang, or mentioning “Yong Le” or “Luo Ye.”
“They only boast about their strengths in front of me and criticize their opponents.” Zhao Han said as she walked closer to Dong Enyu until they were almost touching.
She took the feather duster from the woman’s hand and casually threw it on the ground.
In front of someone they like, how could they not disparage their opponents?
It’s human nature.
“Because Teacher Zhao is very popular among the big brothers in the underworld, they all like you.”
A highly challenging iceberg…
Zhao Han raised an eyebrow, “Teacher Zhao…” she murmured.
The fact that Dong Enyu hadn’t lost her memory spread like a virus.
Wutang’s people, the brothers in the underworld, Yong Le, Luo Ye, and even Zhao Han, everyone knew, but no one dared to expose it face to face.
The reason was either for Haijiao’s sake or for Dong Enyu’s safety, it was unclear.
“What about you?” Zhao Han’s question suddenly stunned Dong Enyu.
What about me?
“They like me so much, what about you?” This time Zhao Han asked more specifically, not allowing Dong Enyu to play dumb.
The cold eyes remained as icy as ever, but Dong Enyu noticed a flicker of fire in Zhao Han’s eyes.
She stared straight at it, not daring to look away, but afraid that staring too long would let Zhao Han see her confusion.
An indescribable feeling churned in her chest.
Although Zhao Han locked her up, she also saved her, unlike Huo Ai who bound her with interests.
Zhao Han wanted her to repay her debt, but she couldn’t stay long…
Zhao Han knew she couldn’t stay…
So why ask such ambiguous questions?
What exactly did Zhao Han want to know?
“Answer me, Dong Enyu.”
Her neck tightened as Zhao Han pulled Dong Enyu directly into her arms.
The two locked eyes, their gazes filled only with each other’s presence.
“Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?” For no reason, Dong Enyu let Zhao Han choose, letting her pick what she wanted to hear.
This time, she didn’t want to make a choice, didn’t want to consider the other’s thoughts, or guess Zhao Han’s motives.
Just like this, straightforward and open, it would make Dong Enyu feel better.
Maybe she was really tired.
The lowly, undignified Dong Enyu was really tired…
Zhao Han hesitated for a moment, expressionless, and said lightly, “A lie.”
“I like you.” Dong Enyu blurted out without hesitation, simultaneously raising a faint smile.
The atmosphere between them became subtle, and after hearing Dong Enyu’s words, Zhao Han tightened her arms…
Their body temperatures intertwined, even through the fabric, it was clearly felt.
Breathing, heartbeat, the flicker in their eyes, all so obvious.
“Say it again.” Zhao Han demanded, “Once more.”
“I like you, I like you… mm!” Suddenly, Dong Enyu was pressed against the bookshelf by Zhao Han, cool lips pressing down, and Dong Enyu’s defenseless lips were invaded.
Initially, she resisted slightly out of surprise, but once she realized, she almost actively leaned into Zhao Han, complying with the woman’s demands.
“Continue.” After Zhao Han had kissed enough, she pulled open the woman’s collar, ordering in a low voice.
Dong Enyu squinted her eyes.
Instead of refusing, she went with the flow.
Besides, she needed to vent.
Using the physical contact to release her mental stress…
Otherwise, she would go crazy, absolutely crazy.
After the intense encounter, it was two hours later.
Dong Enyu was asked to repeat the same sentence over and over until she was hoarse, and Zhao Han was still not satisfied.
It wasn’t until they pulled each other from the study to the bedroom, falling onto the bed in a struggle, that Zhao Han finally calmed down.
Both were drenched in sweat, and although the sticky feeling was quite uncomfortable, Dong Enyu no longer had the strength to get up and wash.
All she wanted now was to sleep well…
When she woke up, it would be a new game.
Just as Dong Enyu was about to turn her back to Zhao Han, the woman grabbed her arm.
Zhao Han didn’t speak, and Dong Enyu didn’t make a sound…
“Don’t you want to hear the truth?” After a while, Dong Enyu suddenly asked.
Zhao Han had her tell lies for two hours, didn’t she want to hear the truth?
Unexpectedly, Zhao Han pushed up her black glasses, leaned in, and bit Dong Enyu’s chin, not too hard, “No need.”
Hearing this, Dong Enyu only returned a faint smile, a smile without any meaning.
“No need… huh?”
“I only listen to what I want to hear.” That’s Zhao Han for you; she only wants what she desires, and everything else is unnecessary.
“Just like you,” Dong Enyu gave up trying to turn away.
She closed her eyes and murmured softly to herself.
Luckily, Zhao Han didn’t ask her for the truth, because she had no idea… What exactly is the truth? Dong Enyu was just as clueless.
