Page 110 of He Is My Bride

“I see he has marked you here.” Wang Guosheng looked inside Li Ying’s collar where Hanjun’s love bite lay. “Do you think being with him makes you untouchable?”

“Stop!” Li Ying gasped when Wang Guosheng’s other hand landed on his thigh and slid his thumb under his hem, and brushed his skin there.I can’t let him touch me there…

“And here, too?” Wang Guosheng crooned darkly, looking over his shoulder, now finding the love bite that was right above Li Ying’s hemline. “My my.” Wang Guosheng pinched his skin over the bruise.

“Gh…!” Li Ying lifted his foot to stomp on Wang Guosheng’s, kick his shin, anything, but the man pressed his knee against the crook of his, pinning it against the wall and pressing his hips tighter against him in the process.

He was too strong to fight. Wang Guosheng’s hand kept wandering up Li Ying’s skirt, up, further up, stopping to pinch again.

“Stop it!” Li Ying hissed, panic rising now.Not there!

“I know what you’re hiding down here, Li Ying.”

No! You couldn’t know!

“Something Wu Hanjun likes so much he’s ready to hand Wu Pharma over for it.”

“N-no, he loves me!” Li Ying diverted, hopefully.Maybe he doesn’t know…?

Wang Guosheng chuckled. “Hope he truly does, or he will despise you once he realizes he’s lost everything because of you.”

“You want to take over the company.”

“Yes. And you are helping me do it.” That cruel hand was caressing so far up Li Ying’s dress now, brushing the edge of Li Ying’s underpants as it traveled up his inner thigh.

“I will do nothing for you!” Li Ying fought to keep his voice from failing, from trembling.

“But you are, being so helpful to me. I should thank you.” Wang Guosheng purred into his ear, his lips brushing against it and his fingers squeezed the sensitive skin of Li Ying’s inner thigh again, making the smaller man twitch.

“If you touch me, I will scream…”

“Go on,” Wang Guosheng said without hesitation, “see how that ends.” His voice was too soft, his grasping fingers too cruel as they pinched and twisted and kneaded, making Li Ying hiss and moan under his breath, his grunts dipping in pitch dangerously.

Wang Guosheng gave a mocking laugh, his fingers stopping. “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you.” He withdrew his hand, letting his finger caress Li Ying’s skin on its way down. “I don’t want a bruised fruit that Wu Hanjun has already taken a bite out of.” Wang Guosheng released him.

He left, his footsteps quiet on the carpet like a prowling beast.

That’s why I didn’t hear him turn back.

Li Ying marched into the washroom on shaky legs, locked himself into a stall, and sat on the toilet. His heartbeat was running fast, but he forced himself to take slow breaths to calm down. He hugged his arms around himself and grimaced. He felt dirty. He brushed over where Wang Guosheng’s hands had been, as if he could wipe away the lingering memory of his touch.

Fucker!Yet there was a pressing matter to consider, leaving Li Ying no time to dwell on the assault:Does he know? But no one else has suspected anything, how could he know?

What Wang Guosheng had said was very vague. It couldn’t be taken as a certainty that he knew Li Ying was a man. Maybe Wang Guosheng had said what he said just to make Li Ying feel cheap.

Is it because I humiliated your son in front of everyone?Li Ying grinned.Well, you have won nothing proving you’re the same sort of scum as him.

But what had Wang Guosheng meant by ‘he’s ready to hand Wu Pharma over,’ ‘you are helping me do it,’ ‘you are being so helpful to me?’

Do you think Hanjun’s marriage to me would leave the Wus so much weaker?

It seemed like a stretch on Wang Guosheng’s part to think it was so simple to dismantle a dynasty, but it would explain Wu Yiheng’shesitation; maybe Wu Yiheng feared Wang Guoshengcoulduse the disadvantageous marriage of his nephew to further his goals. Damage the company’s reputation, force Wu Yiheng’s hand to disinherit Hanjun?

We will prove you wrong, both of you!

Li Ying finished his business and returned to the cabinet as if nothing had happened. Wang Guosheng was still there, but Li Ying ignored him. He went straight to Hanjun, put a hand on his shoulder, and whispered:

“I’m still tired after the flight, should we go straight home?”