You Owe Me, My Love

You Owe Me, My Love Chapter 22

Bai Rong glanced at Su Xuyan in the rear mirror as she drove. The man was texting with his head down.

His hair fell on one side, covering half of his eyes and leaving a shadow on the bridge of his nose.

To be fair, this man looked fine and was very charming. Any simple move and gesture could easily touch the hearts of most women.

Even without all the wealth and authority, there would be a lot of girls who’d like him for the looks and temperament alone.

But she would not be one of them anymore. Looking like an angel on the outside, but the man was in fact a devil.

Su Xuyan glanced at Bai Rong with a smirk and spoke in a soft voice, “What are you looking at? Stop showing me that obsessive look every time. I’m gonna puke.”

Bai Rong retracted her eyes and looked straight ahead.

Su Xuyan was great at making people feel uncomfortable. Whatever, she didn’t bother to explain anymore. They were going to divorce tomorrow, might as well get along with each other for now.

“She is already on her way.” Su Xuyan replied in a good mood after mocking his wife.

“Cool, My wife has been waiting for you since forever. She’s going to give you a big surprise.” Zhang Zi said in exhilaration.

Su Xuyan didn’t turn back, but looked at Bai Rong gloomily.

She curled up her hair and exposed her fair neck; It was beautiful.

He was somewhat reluctant to let Zhang Zi have fun with her. “Behave well tonight.” Su Xuyan said meaningfully. I might let you go if you behave well.

He wanted to scare her since she was being disobedient recently, so he made her attend the Wife Exchange activity.

About half an hour later, the car stopped in front of the entrance of Shuiyunjian.

Su Xuyan got off the back seat first and commanded her without even looking back, “Catch up.”

Bai Rong held her bag tightly while following him behind and arrived at the door of room 302.

He knocked using the Su Family secret code. Tap twice; pause; tap three times; pause again; last tap. And the door was opened.

The moment the door was opened, Bai Rong saw a beautiful young woman in a strange attire. It looked like a swimsuit, with the rabbit ears as headband and a rabbit tail behind.

She blushed and smiled with the whip in both of her hands while looking at Su Xuyan delicately then said, “Your slave has been waiting for her Master here for a long time.”

Bai Rong’s heart froze for a moment and felt odd.

“Rebel, she is my wife. Isn’t she pretty?” Zhang Zi panted and said.

Bai Rong looked at Zhang Zi subconsciously. He was holding a girl and doing some vigorous activities with her. Her face looked familiar; A small-time actress named Song or something.

There was another man standing behind the girl, who seemed to be a friend of Su Xuyan, but she couldn’t recall his name.

It didn’t take her long to figure out what they were doing. Bai Rong turned around and wanted to leave.

Su Xuyan held her hand; pushed her into the room, and then locked the door.

Bai Rong slapped Su Xuyan in his face with her reddened eyes, “You seriously disgust me!”

Su Xuyan’s eyes gleamed and he held Bai Rong’s wrist, “You should learn from other women on how to please men.”

“Let me out.” Bai Rong took out her hand, but he pushed her hard onto the sofa.

He sat next to her then clamped her arm before she could get up and ordered the slave with a livid look, “Let her see what a woman should do for men to like her.”

“Yes, Master.” The slave kneels before Su Xuyan and unzips his pants.

Bai Rong looked away while Su Xuyan kicked the slave hard. “Ah!” The little slave fell onto the ground. “How was the kick? Did it feel good?” He asked maliciously.

“Thank you, Master, for kicking me.” The little slave answered tenderly without any hint of anger.

“Wash my feet clean.” Su Xuyan ordered. The slave knelt over and took off Su Xuyan’s shoes, socks and put his toes in her mouth.

Bai Rong was about to vomit, her stomach was tumbling uncomfortably, so she covered her mouth.

Su Xuyan pinched her chin and swung it over in elation to let her face him.

“Now you know why I don’t like you?” Su Xuyan smirked with a contemptuous tone.

“Thank you for not liking me, so let’s just divorce. You and I do not belong in the same world.” Bai Rong said coldly.

Su Xuyan gritted his teeth in displeasure and shook off Bai Rong’s chin: “Zhang Zi, don’t you always want to play with her? Bring it in.”

“Yeah, thanks Rebel.” Zhang Zi replied excitedly and cast the actress aside.

Bai Rong looked at his… thing… An uncontrollable nausea hit her so she ran to the bathroom and threw up.

Su Xuyan’s gaze was locked on Bai Rong sharply.

“Master, I’ve washed it clean. Your slave begs for a carrot for she is hungry.” The slave said tenderly.

“Granted.” Su Xuyan leaned on the sofa with his forehead propped while looking at his wife.

The slave unzipped his pants.

Zhang Zi rushed to the bathroom, knelt on the ground and shouted slyly, “Your Majesty, you are the Queen of my dreams and I will be your slave from now on.”

Zhang Zi hugged Bai Rong’s leg and rubbed his face against her knee.

That sent Bai Rong’s hairs standing on the end and goosebumps were all over her.

Her husband was a scum; So were his friends.

Looking up, she met Su Xuyan’s sharp gaze; the look in her eyes turned from panic to become still and clear.

The more frightened she was, the more she was unable to change the situation. She needed to escape.

Bai Rong lowered her head and looked at Zhang Zi, “Kneel.”

Zhang Zi’s eyes popped out of his head and knelt as his tongue moved towards her sneakers.

Bai Rong frowned and kicked Zhang Zi away, but he spared no trouble to come over.

“Are there ropes and tape?” Bai Rong asked patiently.

“Are you going to play bondage?” Zhang Zi never expected that someone as noble and glamorous like Bai Rong would be so avant-garde.

“Don’t want that?” Bai Rong asked.

“Yes! Yes! Please tie me up.” Zhang Zi said slowly.

Bai Rong walked into the next room. Su Xuyan frowned his eyebrows in irritation. No matter what the slave did, he didn’t react at all. Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Zhang Zi took the tools into the room wickedly.

Bai Rong retracted her eyes to look out of the window. They were on the third floor, 6 meters above the ground. Even if she fell from the third floor, she should not die.

“Your Majesty, I’ve bought what you asked for.” Zhang Zi knelt on the floor and handed the rope and tape over to her.

She took the tools over and glanced at the chair, “Sit.”

The bastard immediately sat down.

Bai Rong tied him several times to make sure he couldn’t break free.

“Your Majesty, please whip me. Destroy me and tease me!” Zhang Zi said eagerly.

Bai Rong sealed his mouth, opened the window and crawled out of it.

Seeing that Bai Rong was about to escape, Zhang Zi yelled, “Mmm…”

His voice could be heard from the room.