80: Chapter 80 Xiao Yang~ It's so hard...

He felt the same sensation as when he had seen Zhao Yaqin earlier, as if someone were clutching his heart.

Zhang Mingde's face was swollen like a pig's head, covered in nosebleed, two teeth were knocked out, and his mouth was full of blood.

He wanted to scream and beg for mercy, but he couldn't open his mouth, only able to make whimpering sounds.

Wang Yang let go, and he collapsed to the floor like a pile of mud.

The bald man and the man with yellow hair huddled in the corner, trembling all over, not daring to let out a breath.

They wanted to run, but their legs were as weak as noodles, and they couldn't even stand up.

Wang Yang turned around and looked at Liu Qian.

Liu Qian's face was deathly pale, and she was trembling all over.

She sat on the bed, her hands pressing against the sheets, her fingernails digging into the fabric.

She wanted to speak, her lips trembling, but she couldn't say a single word.

Wang Yang walked over and stood in front of her.

Liu Qian looked up, meeting his cold eyes, and the last line of defense in her heart completely collapsed.

"Wang Yang, I..."

Before she could finish, Wang Yang raised his hand and slapped her across the face.

Slap!

The crisp sound exploded in the room.

Liu Qian's head was knocked to the side, half her face instantly swelled up, and blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

She covered her face, tears streaming down.

Wang Yang didn't stop. A second slap, a third, a fourth.

Each slap carried hatred, anger at what she had done, and heartache for Zhao Yaqin.

Liu Qian was beaten until she collapsed on the floor, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, her face badly swollen.

Tears and blood mixed together, covering her face.

She opened her mouth, wanting to cry, but no sound came out; she looked as if she had lost her mind.

Wang Yang looked down at her from above, enunciating every word.

"Liu Qian, I won't hold you accountable for how you treated me before. But have I been giving you too much face now?"

"Remember this. Zhao Yaqin is my person. If you dare touch a single hair on her again, I will make you wish you were dead."

Liu Qian shuddered, not even daring to cry anymore.

Wang Yang turned and looked at Zhang Mingde on the floor.

Zhang Mingde was lying on the floor, his face swollen like a pig's head, his mouth full of blood, trembling all over.

He looked up, met Wang Yang's gaze, and hurriedly lowered his head in fright.

The bald man and the man with yellow hair helped each other stand up, their legs still shaking, unable to stand steadily.

None of the three dared to move or even breathe loudly.

Wang Yang stared at them and spoke coldly.

"Get out."

The two words were as cold as ice.

Zhang Mingde felt as if he had been granted amnesty and scrambled to his feet.

The bald man and the man with yellow hair hurriedly supported him, and the three of them staggered toward the door.

When passing by Wang Yang, they didn't dare to raise their heads, terrified that one more glance would get them beaten again.

When they ran out, Zhang Mingde's legs gave way, and he almost fell at the doorway.

He was grabbed by the bald man, and the three of them scrambled away and disappeared into the hallway.

Liu Qian was still collapsed on the floor, trembling, her face covered in tears and blood.

Wang Yang looked down at her.

"You get out too."

Liu Qian looked up, her lips trembling, wanting to say something, but unable to utter a word.

She struggled to climb up from the floor, her legs too weak to stand steady, and she shuffled toward the door, leaning against the wall.

When she reached the door, she looked back.

Wang Yang had already walked toward Zhao Yaqin, not even glancing at her.

Liu Qian bit her lip, and tears fell again.

She opened the door and stumbled out; the door slammed shut behind her.

...

The room quieted down.

Wang Yang walked to Zhao Yaqin's side.

She was curled up on the sofa armrest, her whole body feeling as if it were on fire.

Her face grew redder, her breathing more rapid, and she kept crying out that she was hot and uncomfortable.

The hem of her tight skirt was rolled up to her waist, and her legs, wrapped in black silk stockings, were completely exposed to the air.

The top edge was also skewed to one side, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.

Wang Yang bent down and picked her up.

Zhao Yaqin leaned into his arms, her scorching hot face pressed against his chest, her hands weakly clutching his clothes.

"Xiaoyang... Xiaoyang~"

She kept calling his name.

Wang Yang carried her, walked quickly into the bedroom, and placed her on the bed.

Then he turned and went out, locked the living room door, and closed the bedroom door.

He walked back to the bedside.

Zhao Yaqin lay on the bed, her hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed red.

The hem of her tight skirt was completely rolled up, bunched at her waist, revealing black silk stockings and fair thighs.

The neckline was skewed to one side, half her shoulder exposed, her collarbone clearly visible.

Her eyes were half-open, her gaze unfocused, and she was still murmuring.

"So hot... uncomfortable, Xiaoyang..."

Wang Yang stood by the bed, looking at her in this state, the fire in his heart burning even hotter. But he suppressed it fiercely.

She was under the influence of the drug and was not conscious. He could not take advantage of her.

He asked the system in his heart.

"System, she's like this now. If I do it, will it hurt the baby?"

[Ding! Detecting... Zhao Yaqin's pregnancy is stable, and the embryo is developing well. Moderate intimacy will not affect the fetus. Furthermore, under the current effect of the drug, intimate behavior will help alleviate her physical discomfort. Please rest assured, Host.]

Wang Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

He sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to gently touch her face.

Zhao Yaqin felt his touch and rubbed against his palm like a kitten.

"Xiaoyang, Xiaoyang..."

Wang Yang lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead.

"Sister Yaqin, it's me. I'm here."

Zhao Yaqin opened her eyes groggily and looked at him.

Her eyes were full of mist, dazed and helpless.

"Xiaoyang... I'm so uncomfortable, save me~"

Wang Yang's throat moved. He leaned over, pressed against her ear, and whispered.

"Sister Yaqin, look at me."

Zhao Yaqin looked at him.

Wang Yang's voice was very low and deep.

"Who am I?"

Zhao Yaqin paused, her lips trembling.

"Xiaoyang... You are Xiaoyang..."

Wang Yang shook his head.

"Call me husband."

Zhao Yaqin's face turned even redder. She bit her lip and hesitated for a few seconds.

"Husband..."

Her voice was as soft as water, trembling, filled with dependence and an indescribable emotion.

The fire in Wang Yang's heart burned completely.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Zhao Yaqin immediately responded to him, her hands climbing onto his neck, pressing her whole body against him.

"Want me, husband... want me~"

Wang Yang's hand slid down from her waist, gently kneading.

"Sister Yaqin, don't rush."

Zhao Yaqin was trembling all over, her voice laced with tears.

"Husband... I can't take it anymore~"

Wang Yang looked at her.

Looking at her flushed face, her dazed eyes, and her body trembling from the effect of the drug.

He lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

"Don't be afraid, husband is here."

Then, he leaned over and pressed down on her.

(The following 100,000 words are omitted. Please imagine it yourself.)

...

The night was long.

The city outside the window gradually quieted down, and the lights of thousands of homes went out one by one.

In the room, the sounds continued for a long time.

Zhao Yaqin's voice changed from initial trembling to sobbing.