Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 234 Killing the Cuckoo (49)

Ningcheng, Yanshan Villa.

When Li Tingyi woke up, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. The setting sun shone in through the French windows, making his eyes squint again as he opened them.

The bedroom was a mess, with clothes and various small toys scattered on the floor, and a fishy smell seemed to linger in the air.

He buried his face in the pillow and waited a while before getting up and forcing himself to walk into the bathroom despite the pain.

He turned on the shower, and the hot water cascading down from above made him shudder in pain.

He turned his head and glanced at his battered back in the mirror—whip marks, strangulation marks, bruises, burns, all covered in traces left by small toys.

For those who enjoy this kind of thing, scars and pain are a source of pleasure, but Li Tingyi doesn't. To him, these things are nothing but pain and shame.

Two weeks ago, Li Tingyi was detained for causing serious injury through negligence.

After spending a week in jail, Chen Yang, who had received a plea for help, bailed him out. He was then taken to Yanshan Villa and became Chen Yang's plaything.

Thinking of Chen Yang made Li Tingyi feel nauseous.

He looked down on this arrogant and domineering rich kid from the bottom of his heart. He had no good looks, manners, or skills, but he had a father who could control everything in Ningcheng, so he could do whatever he wanted in Ningcheng.

But he needed Chen Yang's help.

Fang Yihe did not withdraw the lawsuit; he needs Chen Yang to help him settle the case, otherwise he will have to go to jail again.

Now that he has nothing left, he needs to rely on Chen Yang to help him turn his life around.

He could only bow and scrape before this greasy man he had once looked down upon, greeting him with a smile.

Fortunately, Chen Yang was a womanizer and notorious playboy; he never had a bed partner for more than three months.

If you can endure it for three months, you will be free.

This gave Li Tingyi a glimmer of hope.

After taking a shower, Li Tingyi ate something and then started reading management books.

When a person is at their lowest point, the worst thing they can do is wallow in self-pity. Reading, which implies "effort," can give them some psychological comfort, proving that they still have the motivation to move forward and have not given up on themselves.

After finishing the book in front of him, Li Tingyi went to the gym.

He kept himself busy, filling his free time so that he wouldn't overthink things.

Chen Yang arrived in the evening.

After being tormented by him in all sorts of ways for a week, leaving him covered in injuries each time, Li Tingyi now dreads the sound of his footsteps.

But when Chen Yang appeared at the door, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go up to him: "Mr. Chen."

Chen Yang was pleased with his pragmatism. He changed his shoes, sat down casually on the sofa, and beckoned to Li Tingyi: "Come here."

Li Tingyi walked over.

Chen Yang patted the sofa next to him: "Sit down."

Li Tingyi sat down as instructed. Chen Yang reached out and lifted his chin, rubbing his cheek with the pad of his thumb. His eyes and actions were like those of someone teasing a pet dog.

Are you settling in well here?

Li Tingyi nodded, suppressing his discomfort: "Yeah, I'm used to it."

"Just tell the nanny or driver what you need, and they will buy it for you."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Chen."

His obedient and compliant behavior made Chen Yang feel bored.

He stared at Li Tingyi's delicate yet angular face for a long time, then suddenly pinched his cheek hard.

Li Tingyi was in pain from his sudden action, but he bit his lower lip, refraining from retaliating or making a sound.

His expression of enduring humiliation pleased Chen Yang, who then released his grip and laughed: "That's right, that's the taste."

He lightly patted Li Tingyi's face: "Do you know what I thought the first thing I saw about you?"

Before Li Tingyi could answer, he said, "I was thinking at the time, how interesting it would be if such a stubborn face knelt in front of me, crying and begging for mercy."

Li Tingyi's expression changed slightly.

That night, Chen Yang tossed and turned for most of the night. At his most excited moment, he grabbed the collar around Chen Yang's neck from behind and strangled him so much that he couldn't breathe.

Li Tingyi initially endured it, but as the suffocation lasted longer, his survival instinct made him struggle desperately.

But with his hands and feet tied to the bedposts, he couldn't resist Chen Yang at all, and the lack of oxygen made him dizzy and his vision go black.

Just when he thought he was going to die here, Chen Yang, finally satisfied, let go of his hand.

As air rushed into his lungs, Li Tingyi leaned over the bed and began to dry heave.

The next day, Li Tingyi, feeling dizzy and disoriented, got up and saw that his hands, feet, and neck were covered with purplish-blue bruises from being strangled.

This continued every day. Li Tingyi would break down at night and heal himself during the day by constantly hypnotizing and suggesting himself. Over time, he felt like he had been torn in two.

Half of it is my self-discipline and perseverance in exercising and reading during the day, and my belief that I will have a chance to succeed.

Half of it was the night when she was groveling and subservient, lying beneath Chen Yang, enduring humiliation while trying to please him.

He felt like he had developed a mental disorder.

Two months passed in agonizing agony, and Chen Yang seemed to have found something more fun and exciting, so the intervals between his visits to Yanshan Villa became longer and longer.

Li Tingyi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed the rumors were true; Chen Yang's interest in his bed partner wouldn't last more than three months.

If he can just be patient a little longer, he'll be able to leave this place soon.

Chen Yang hadn't come to Yanshan Villa for a week, and Li Tingyi relaxed both physically and mentally. He was able to sleep well at night, and even his dreams changed from being tormented by Chen Yang to returning to the peak of his career.

And, getting back together with Fang Yi.

In his dream, Fang Yihe no longer looked at him with cold eyes, but instead, like before, wore an apron and cooked porridge for him in the kitchen.

He leaned in with the lazy energy of an early morning and hugged him from behind. Fang Yi turned around and kissed him on the cheek, his tone filled with the familiar tenderness and doting.

"I made your favorite minced meat porridge. Go wash your face, and you can have breakfast when you come out."

Li Tingyi was so engrossed in his tender illusions that he couldn't pull himself out until the door was kicked open with a "thud," the door slammed against the wall and bounced back, jolting him awake.

Suddenly pulled from a warm dream back to cold reality, the contrast was too great, and Li Tingyi's mind went blank.

Before he could react, a heavy body pressed down on him, reeking of alcohol. The man grabbed his chin and kissed him roughly.

It was more like a beast tearing apart its prey than a kiss. Li Tingyi's lips were quickly bitten until they bled, and he couldn't help but push away the person on top of him.

This action seemed to trigger Chen Yang's violent outburst, and he raised his hand and slapped Li Tingyi across the face.

Li Tingyi saw stars from the slap, then was flipped over and lay face down on the bed. Chen Yang opened the bedside drawer, took out a whip, and lashed him hard.

Li Tingyi gritted her teeth, gripping the bedsheets tightly with both hands, and endured it.

But tonight, Chen Yang, drunk, was more frenzied than ever before, whipping him again and again with such force that it seemed he was trying to kill him. Li Tingyi was soon whipped until his skin was torn and blood splattered everywhere.

At first, he endured it, clenching his teeth until they ached. However, as time went on, Chen Yang not only did not stop, but became increasingly excited.

The strong smell of blood reminded Li Tingyi of the rumors circulating that Chen Yang had gone too far and caused someone's death.

He felt a surge of fear; he absolutely could not die here, especially not in such a humiliating way.

When Chen Yang lashed down with the whip again, Li Tingyi could no longer bear it. He turned around, grabbed the whip, and kicked Chen Yang off the bed.