Chapter 107

After Song Yurou finished speaking, Mo Chen seemed to have finally heard the answer he wanted, and said calmly, "Really? Then why did the person who surpassed you in the first place always inexplicably drop out of school before?"

"I've done my research, and most of them dropped out for similar reasons to me: they were isolated by their classmates, their depression flared up, and they ultimately had no choice but to drop out."

Song Yurou felt a tightness behind her as Mo Chen pressed his gun against her forehead once more.

"Tell me something I want to know, or else I might..." Mo Chen deliberately left his words unfinished, giving Song Yurou plenty of room to imagine.

Upon hearing Mo Chen's words, Song Yurou's face turned deathly pale. Her fingers clenched tightly together, her eyes darted around, and cold sweat broke out uncontrollably.

"I don't know. Maybe they were just unlucky and ran into a bunch of bullies. You should punish those bullies. This has nothing to do with me," Song Yurou said cautiously, forcing a smile.

He kept praying in his heart that Mo Chen would believe him, otherwise he wouldn't know how to explain it.

Heaven seemed to have heard her prayers. Mo Chen slowly removed the gun from her head, his expression softening. "Yurou, you should have said so earlier! If you had, you wouldn't have been punished. Next time, be sure to tell the truth. And please don't even think about leaving me, okay?"

Song Yurou was startled by Mo Chen's words, but she had no other choice but to nod and force a smile, saying, "Okay."

Mo Chen reached out and untied the ropes binding her hands, then gently picked her up, his face exceptionally tender. "I'm sorry, Yurou, I was too impulsive just now. I promise I won't do it again next time. Shall we get married tomorrow?"

Song Yurou finally escaped a disaster and let out a long sigh of relief. Held in Mo Chen's arms, she nodded and said, "Okay, let's get our marriage certificate tomorrow, and we'll be together forever."

She said this aloud, but in her heart she was thinking that once Mo Chen lowered his guard, she would run away tonight and never have to have anything to do with that pervert Mo Chen again in her life.

But to her surprise, she was locked in a cage made of gold.

Mo Chen locked the outer lock and said with a smile, "Yurou, do you like keeping me as a mistress?"

A note from the author:

I'm sick today and am getting an IV drip at the hospital. I'll write more when I get back.

Chapter 107

◎Seeking one's own death◎

Song Yurou was dumbfounded. What kind of "keeping a mistress in a golden house" was this? It was clearly a disguised form of imprisonment!

She is a person, not some kitten or puppy. What is Mo Chen trying to do by locking himself up?

How can she escape now?

She raised her head angrily, her face slightly cracked, as if she was about to say something.

Mo Chen's leisurely voice then drifted over, "Yurou, if you don't like it, shall we go somewhere else?"

His voice was calm, as if he were casually discussing what to eat for dinner, yet it sent a shiver down Song Yurou's spine.

She knew that the place Mo Chen was talking about was definitely not a good place; it might be even more dilapidated than this cage.

She shook her head violently, her voice pleading, "No need Mo Chen, I love it here. Keeping a mistress here, how romantic."

Mo Chen stared intently at her, as if trying to find something amiss in her eyes.

Song Yurou trembled violently under his gaze, and looked at him with a constipated expression, forcing a smile. "Mo Chen, I'm hungry. Go and get me something to eat."

Song Yurou said this to distract Mo Chen. She needed to get rid of this madman, or she would really go crazy.

He stared at her like that, and she was genuinely frightened.

She was afraid that she would reveal everything in the next second, which would be tantamount to courting death.

She needs a little personal space to think about her next move; she was really scared just now and couldn't think straight at all.

Now I can finally calm down and think things through properly.

Mo Chen's face still held a smile, and upon hearing Song Yurou's words, his eyes quickly filled with a doting smile, "Yurou, are you hungry? What would you like to eat? I'll go prepare it for you."

His tone was like that of a gentle and kind lover caring for his beloved, if Song Yurou hadn't just gone through all of this.

She must have thought in her heart that Mo Chen was a qualified and gentle sycophant.

But now he only felt that Mo Chen was a madman, a complete and utter madman.

She wanted to call the police and have Mo Chen arrested.

She'll wait until she finds an opportunity to go out and take Mo Chen Mo Chen the police station.

She chuckled softly, her makeup, smudged from the earlier panic, now making her look even more like a ghost. "I'll do anything, as long as you like it, Mo Chen."

She thought these words would win her the hand of Le Mo Chen, but little did she know that Mo Chen hated nothing more than people who blindly echoed others.

During the time he was bullied, what he hated most were these classmates who echoed his sentiments. They were a bunch of devils, little devils who followed the big devil and acted as his henchmen.

They followed the great devil, tormenting and abusing him, subjecting him to inhuman torture.

It was around that time that he developed this pleasure of torturing people. He imagined every character in the game as these classmates, and even thought about how to torture them.

With this sadistic and torturous mindset, he led his company from an unknown small workshop to one of the top game and entertainment companies in the country.

He had been secretly researching the thirty-six kinds of cruel tortures from ancient times, and all sorts of methods of tormenting people were available in his house.

Looking at these things, he felt incredibly satisfied.

He could even imagine the pleasure that these things would bring to those classmates.