Gu Baisheng was stuffed into the car by Song Shuang.

Song Shuang's attitude made her feel so cold as if the temperature in the car had dropped by a dozen degrees.

She cringed uncomfortably.

Song Shuang took a breath seemingly to suppress his anger, took off his jacket, and threw it to the backseat.

"Put it on."

Gu Baisheng took the jacket, obediently wrapped it around her body, and explained hesitantly, "I didn't know things would go this way. I was feeling dizzy, and the hotel staff led me to the suite for a rest."

"Are you a fool or something?"

Song Shuang started to scold her. "Why didn't you tell me when you were feeling unwell?"

Gu Baisheng dropped her eyes and whispered, "I thought you wouldn't like to see me since the incident was just solved."

"Yes, I didn't want to see you,"

Song Shuang replied sourly.

Gu Baisheng didn't dare to say another word.

Song Shuang drove the car at top speed.

She knew that Song Shuang had done his best to refrain from losing his temper in the hotel.

When they reached home, he would definitely teach her a lesson.

After the car pulled off in the parking lot, Song Shuang dragged her upstairs.

The winter was cold.

She was only wrapped in a bathrobe and Song Shuang's black cashmere jacket.

Her ankles were exposed to the freezing air.

The temperature outside was a sharp contrast to that in the car.

She shivered in such cold.

Song Shuang narrowed his eyes before dragging her onto the elevator.

Along the way to the house, Song Shuang had been pressed his thin lips and remained silent.

When they entered the house, Song Shuang dragged her straight to the bathroom.

Without even turning on the water heater, Song Shuang pulled off her belt and held her down in the bathtub.

Then he sprayed water on her with the sprinkler.

Gu Baisheng was frozen, to begin with. When the cold water sprayed on her, she shuddered vigorously.

She grabbed Song Shuang's arm and begged for mercy, "It's cold...Song Shuang..."

When Song Shuang met her pitiful and scared eyes, his knitted brows didn't spread. Raising his head, he stripped her clothes off her shoulders. "Make yourself clean first."

"Xiao Rong...he didn't do anything," Gu Baisheng grabbed his wrist and explained anxiously. "I can feel it. The ringleader just took off my clothes and placed me on the bed..."

She didn't dare to tell him about her hazy feelings.

She felt it when someone kissed her neck.

"He really did nothing?"

Song Shuang sneered as he found her speech ridiculous. "In that case, who left the mark on your neck?"

He dragged her out of the bathtub and forced her to look in the mirror.

It was disturbingly clear.

She spotted hickeys on her fair neck and rounded her eyes in shock.

Originally, there were only hickeys left by Song Shuang.

Now, there was a layer of visibly newer ones.

Apparently, the new hickeys were left angrily and intentionally.

The old hickeys were deliberately covered.

"Impossible!"

She was struck dumb.

"The feelings in my dream are real?

Who did this to me?

Did Xiao Rong do this?

No way! She thought to herself.

In shock, Gu Baisheng looked at herself in the mirror.

She failed to notice the flicker of anger in Song Shuang's eyes.

"What else did he do to you?"

Song Shuang grabbed her arm so forcefully as if he was going to crush her bones.

Flustered, Gu Baisheng turned back and looked at the man.

She was appalled by the rage in his eyes. "No... Nothing more..."

She didn't think that person had done other things to her.

"Really?"

There was a fog of doubt in Song Shuang's eyes.

At that moment, Gu Baisheng found the man terrifying.

She frowned in horror, trying to urge him to let go. "I swear. I could feel it... Em..."

Before she could finish her speech, Song Shuang clasped her waist.

Then she was pressed down on the glazed counter of the sink.

His hands started to untie her waistband.

Gu Baisheng struggled in panic. "What are you doing? Song Shuang!"

Song Shuang was filled with boiling anger.

The demon inside was ferocious and controlling him.

He couldn't bear to see another man tarnish his woman.

The demon inside clamored to possess him.

It was barking at the marks.

It urged him to wipe off all the traces left by that man.

"I need confirmation," he narrowed his eyes, clung to Gu Baisheng, and said in a cold, hoarse voice. "I need to check it out."

Under the man, Gu Baisheng looked at herself in the mirror and suddenly realized what he was up to.

She screamed in panic, "Song Shuang, stop. You need to calm down. I swear I didn't do anything with him. Song Shuang, no..."

Her following words were stuck in her throat as Song Shuang suddenly gave a thrust.

Song Shuang grabbed her waist, looked at her appalled eyes and face in the mirror, and lowered his mouth to her ear. "No one else can leave any marks on you."

Gu Baisheng shook her head uncomfortably.

She didn't dare to look at their postures in the mirror.

Horrible!

Song Shuang had never done such a thing to her.

He had been a gentle person.

He had never forced her against her will.

He was never like this. He must be crazy.

"Song Shuang..."

"Any marks on you should be left by me, Shengsheng."

As if being possessed, Song Shuang held her. His thin lips brushed against her ear as he whispered, "No one, not Xiao Rong, not Cheng Bi..."

Cheng Bi...

Cheng Bi!

Gu Baisheng abruptly widened her eyes and looked back at Song Shuang.

In a split second, Song Shuang realized something, and the expression on his face froze.

"You..."

She wanted to question him.

But his lips dropped on hers, thus muffling her following speech.

He wouldn't let her speak, nor would he let her ask.

In an embarrassing position, Gu Baisheng felt his aggressiveness.

She tried desperately to break free but to no avail.

Under the beast, she felt like the prey that suffered from his assault.

She didn't know how long it lasted.

The impact made her dizzy until she passed out.

When she came round, it was already late at night.

The lamp in the bedroom was giving off a warm yellow light.

The wind was whistling outside the window.

She still felt dizzy.

She blinked and slowly turned her head to look for the other person in the room.

"Take the medicine."

Song Shuang's indifferent voice came over.

Gu Baisheng furrowed her brow, held her head, and sat up from the bed.

Song Shuang came up to support her, put a capsule in his hand, and gave it to her.

"What kind of medicine is this?" Gu Baisheng asked, frowning.

"A cold medicine."

She looked at Song Shuang incredulously.

Not a contraceptive pill?

"You caught a cold."

Song Shuang stuffed the capsule into her mouth.

Then he grabbed a cup of water.

Gu Baisheng drank some water, swallowed the capsule, and lay back down.

Song Shuang was wearing his pajamas, apparently ready to hit the sack.

Gu Baisheng didn't want to see his face.

It would remind her of what had happened in the bathroom before she passed out.

She knew not how to face him.

As if he had read her mind, he watched her lie down and sat down on the edge of the bed. After a moment of silence, he stated, "What happened yesterday is under investigation."

"Em..."

Gu Baisheng hummed with her eyes closed.

"Xiao Rong has been brought back by his family. They won't take him back to college."

When Gu Baisheng heard that, her brows knitted together.

"Do you still believe something happened between him and me?"

She turned around and looked at Song Shuang sullenly.

As she was finally willing to face him, Song Shuang replied, "I believe you, not him."

Gu Baisheng bit her lip and argued, "He's speech-impaired. What can he do?"

"You're always fooled by appearances."

His eyes gloomy, Song Shuang sighed.

His remark suddenly reminded her of a name he had mentioned in the bathroom.

"Why did you mention Cheng Bi?"

Gu Baisheng asked.

"What did you mean by that?"

Gu Baisheng was concerned about everything related to Cheng Bi.

Bai Shengsheng was her current identity.

"Why did Song Shuang mention Cheng Bi at such a moment?

Weird, isn't it?" she wondered.

"I love Gu Baisheng very much." Song Shuang looked at her and forced a self-deprecating smile, "But she has been bearing Cheng Bi, a dead man, in her heart."

Gu Baisheng bit her lip.

"What do you say? If Cheng Bi were still alive, would you leave me?" asked Song Shuang.

Gu Baisheng looked away. "No, he's dead."

Gu Baisheng was dead.

Cheng Bi was dead, too.

The hypothesis made no sense.

"What if he's still alive?"

Song Shuang asked again.

Gu Baisheng shook her head. "That's impossible."

Even if Gu Baisheng were alive, Cheng Bi was dead.

Song Shuang nodded.

The room fell silent.

A contrast to the silence in Song Family, the Xiao's hall was still brightly lit at such late hours.

Xiao Rong hadn't seen his father for at least seven, eight years.

Under Han Lu's support, Xiao Chengye slowly came down the stairs from the second floor.

Xiao Rong heard the footsteps and looked up at his father.

Xiao Chengye met his eyes.

Years apart, when Xiao Chengye saw the face of his son again, he was shocked.

He couldn't help but sigh lightly. "You take after Siqi even more."

When the then most beautiful woman in Beicheng was mentioned, Han Lu, the current Mrs. Xiao, showed a hint of disgust in her eyes.

The boy certainly took after his sl*t mother.

However, even if Xiao Chengye were still missing that bitch, he would not spare this troublemaker.

This dumb boy was the last person Xiao Chengye wanted to see.

She would like to see how Xiao Chengye was going to punish his dumb son.