After Escaping My Paranoid Wife's Control - Chapter 13
Having just finished listing out her sobriety plan to quit her addiction, Song Yu smelled that rich, dense citrus fragrance coming from Ji Mingsui once again across the room divider.
Song Yu took a deep breath.
Muscle memory and withdrawal symptoms hit her at the exact same time.
Her mind was completely filled right now with the vivid scenes of her past intimacy with Ji Mingsui, as well as Ji Mingsui’s soft lips, fair and tender neck, exquisite collarbones, full breasts, slender waist, and long, elegant legs…
Not to mention those suppressed, unbearable whimpers and moans from Ji Mingsui…”Wife,” “Sister,” “Mommy,” “Please,” “A little harder…”
It suffocated her with an intense, irritable restlessness.
Song Yu stood up with a sudden jolt. She glanced at Ji Mingsui, who was sitting directly across from her, and resentfully bit her own teeth.
Ji Mingsui, the very person who had stifled and frustrated her into this pathetic, dog-like state, was actually wearing headphones right now, leisurely sipping her tea and watching a variety show.
Ying Man asked, “What are you doing?”
Song Yu lifted her eyes, quickly thinking up a legitimate excuse. “The counter on the first floor of Yong’an Shopping Mall was just vacated. I want to go over and take a look.”
Shen Lanxi was merely an intern who had joined the company just a week ago and lacked the ability to run business operations independently. Therefore, after firing Ji Mingsui, Song Yu had no choice but to personally take over Ji Mingsui’s workload.
But in reality, she just wanted to escape and hide.
Hiding anywhere would do.
The mall, a park, a coffee shop…
In short, she could no longer stay in this office that was absolutely saturated with Ji Mingsui’s scent.
Otherwise, before even half the day was out, she would likely succumb to the withdrawal symptoms and crawl right back into Ji Mingsui’s demonic clutches.
“There’s no rush for that,” Ying Man said. “I’ll drive you over there after lunch.”
Song Yu glanced at the time. It was already 11:30 AM, only half an hour left until the lunch break.
She replied, “Alright then.”
“I’ll catch a quick nap first.”
Perhaps if she fell asleep, those erotic and stimulating images in her head would finally vanish.
Ying Man nodded.
Song Yu frequently stayed up late working overtime, so whenever she couldn’t hold out during the day, she would lie down at her workstation to catch up on sleep.
She said to Song Yu, “I’ll wake you up in half an hour.”
Song Yu sat back down in her chair. She leaned forward against the desk, pillowing her head on her arms, and began to nap.
The citrus fragrance radiating from Ji Mingsui’s body lingered right around the tip of her nose, agitating her so much that it was difficult to fall asleep.
Thus, she began to count sheep in her heart.
One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep, five oranges, six oranges…
No.
That wasn’t right. She wasn’t supposed to be counting oranges.
She was counting sheep.
Song Yu took a deep breath and started counting all over again.
One sheep, two sheep, three oranges…
Still wrong.
Count again.
One sheep, two oranges, three sports cars, four limited-edition bags, five Ji Mingsuis…
Wrong.
Wrong.
Wrong!
Recount yet again!
After restarting her count several more times, Song Yu finally drifted into a heavy, groggy slumber amidst a mind entirely flooded with sensual, erotic images of Ji Mingsui.
The moment she fell asleep, Song Yu began to dream.
This dream was incredibly distinct and clear.
It was from a third-person perspective.
It felt as though Song Yu was watching a movie.
The dream took place in her past life—she hadn’t gotten into a car accident yet, and she hadn’t been reborn.
Located at the peak of a mountain sat a luxurious villa, magnificent, golden, and extraordinarily extravagant.
Song Yu stood at the villa’s entrance, her arms crossed, staring with a displeased expression at Ji Mingsui, who had just returned home.
Ji Mingsui apologized, “I’m sorry, wife, I came home late.”
Song Yu curled her lip. “What does you coming home late have to do with me?”
Ji Mingsui changed into the slippers handed to her by a servant. “You are my wife, so of course it has everything to do with you.”
She walked forward a few steps, wrapped her arms around Song Yu, and coaxed her with a smile, “If you’re angry with me, just penalize me by telling me to roll out of here.”
“Once your anger has cooled down, I’ll roll right back in.”
“How about that?”
Song Yu shook her head and said sarcastically, “This is your house. On what grounds should you be the one to roll out? If anyone is rolling out, it should be me.”
Ji Mingsui asked, “Who said this is my house?”
Song Yu said, “It is your house. You earned the money to buy this villa.”
“It’s true that I earned the money to buy the villa,” Ji Mingsui smiled.
She asked Song Yu, “But whose name is written on the property deed?”
Song Yu said, “…My name.”
Ji Mingsui shrugged. “Well, there you go.”
“The law stipulates that whoever’s name is on the deed owns the house.”
She planted a kiss on Song Yu’s cheek. “So this is your house, your home. Whenever you want, you can make me roll out of here at any moment.”
Song Yu woke up for a brief, fleeting moment.
In her past life, Ji Mingsui had indulged her every single day just like that dream, completely spoiling her and inflating her temper.
Waking up for only a second, Song Yu drifted back into a deep sleep.
She began to dream yet again.
On the third floor of the villa, inside the master bedroom’s bathroom.
Song Yu carefully double-locked the bathroom door from the inside.
She sat on the toilet lid, holding a mobile phone she had picked up from somewhere, and dialed Ying Man’s number.
“It is literally 3:00 AM over here,” Ying Man, who had been woken up by the phone call, said to Song Yu with deep dissatisfaction. “You had better have something extremely important to tell me.”
Song Yu kept her voice low and whispered, “It’s nothing important.”
“I just feel really unsettled in my heart.”
“I wanted to chat with you.”
Ying Man was astonished. “A heart-to-heart talk?”
She joked, “What could you possibly have to be troubled about? Your Ji Mingsui treats you like an ancestral deity every single day, catering to your every whim.”
Song Yu let out a heavy sigh. Her main source of trouble was precisely that very Ji Mingsui who treated her like an ancestral deity all day long.
She complained to Ying Man, “My demands aren’t even high. I just want to make a friend who can accompany me for drinks and conversations, and have a tiny, private space that belongs strictly to me.”
“But Ji Mingsui just refuses to agree…”
Just as Song Yu was complaining, a sudden knock on the door rang out.
Separated by the wooden door panel, Ji Mingsui asked in a gentle, warm tone, “Wife, are you on the phone with someone else?”
Song Yu jolted violently from the sheer fright.
“I’m not!” she stood up, loudly denying it while frantically trying to hide the phone.
However, no matter how she looked left and right, she couldn’t find a suitable place to conceal the phone.
At that moment, the distinct sound of keys jingling echoed outside the door.
Followed by Ji Mingsui’s submissive and soft voice, “Wife, I have the key to every single door in this villa. Locking it from the inside won’t do any good.”
Then, Song Yu heard the sound of the key turning the lock.
It’s over, it’s over, it’s completely over…
Ji Mingsui was coming in!
Song Yu woke up for a brief moment once more.
This dream was simply too terrifying.
It was a total nightmare.
After remaining conscious for about a dozen seconds, Song Yu fell right back asleep.
She had a third dream.
Ji Mingsui stood right in front of Song Yu. She cast a glance at the mobile phone placed on the coffee table and asked with a smile, “Where did the phone come from?”
Sitting on the sofa, Song Yu frowned and replied, “I found it.”
Ji Mingsui knit her brows.
“I really just found it,” Song Yu told Ji Mingsui. “I went out shopping today and picked it up in the lounge area of the mall.”
Ji Mingsui smiled and asked Song Yu, “When you took ethics and morality classes as a child, didn’t the teacher instruct you that when you find someone else’s property, you must return it to the owner as quickly as possible?”
Song Yu glared at Ji Mingsui. She had never intended to keep this phone for herself; she merely wanted to return it to its owner the next day.
It had already been over half a year since she last chatted with Ying Man.
She just wanted to use this found phone to have a heart-to-heart with Ying Man. Once she finished talking out her feelings, she would absolutely return the phone to its rightful owner.
Ji Mingsui sat down directly onto Song Yu’s lap. She caressed Song Yu’s cheek and warned, “Don’t let there be a next time.”
“On what grounds?!” Song Yu grew furious.
It wasn’t as if she spent every single day glued to Ying Man; she just wanted to occasionally have a heart-to-heart over the phone.
Why on earth was that not allowed?!
Ji Mingsui lowered her waist slightly, gently rubbing and pressing against her.
She looped her arms right around Song Yu’s neck, resting her forehead against Song Yu’s, and whispered softly, “Are you truly angry?”
Song Yu felt an intense wave of internal heat rising up from Ji Mingsui’s friction.
Only now did she notice that Ji Mingsui was wearing a black, V-neck, spaghetti-strap nightgown.
The neckline was exceptionally low, and the hemline was incredibly short. Ji Mingsui’s breasts, arms, and thighs were completely and glaringly exposed right out in the open.
“Don’t be angry anymore,” Ji Mingsui cupped Song Yu’s face.
She lowered her head, slowly and tenderly kissing Song Yu’s lips, “Since it’s still early, let’s play something you like to play, okay?”
Song Yu couldn’t help but kiss her back.
Even as she returned the kiss, she bit her teeth.
Every single time she tried to resist or fight back against Ji Mingsui, Ji Mingsui would craftily put on a sexy nightgown to seduce and provoke her.
Because of this, midway through every single one of her rebellions, she would fall straight into the passionate trap woven by Ji Mingsui, resulting in a total failure to resist.
“Why are you biting your teeth?” Ji Mingsui raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t it just because you’re greedy for it?”
“You can’t bear to miss out on even a single bite.”
The corners of her mouth curled up in absolute triumph. “If you could manage to endure and hold back even just once, I wouldn’t succeed every single time.”
Song Yu retorted sharply, “When you act this cheap and practically beg me to ravage you, what is there for me to hold back on?”
She let out a cold laugh, “Ji Mingsui, were you born this cheap?”
Ji Mingsui answered, “Of course not.”
She pinched Song Yu’s arm with an unbearable ache of desire, “It is because I love you that I became this cheap.”
“I wasn’t born this cheap; I was played into being this cheap by you.”
Song Yu jolted slightly from Ji Mingsui’s pinch. She pressed her hand firmly against Ji Mingsui’s waist, frowning as she complained, “You only know how to say sweet words to coax me.”
“The moment I get angry, you use this exact trick to divert my attention.”
Ji Mingsui asked, “Just tell me whether this trick works or not?”
Song Yu fell silent for a brief moment, then gave an honest nod. She pursed her lips and replied, “It works.”
Every time Ji Mingsui deployed this tactic, she would completely cast out rebellion, friends, private space, and freedom right out of her mind, replacing them entirely by packing every single thing related to Ji Mingsui straight into her head.
She asked Ji Mingsui gloomily, “Are you running a pyramid scheme?”
“How are you so incredibly skilled at brainwashing people?”
Ji Mingsui smiled. She straightened her torso slightly and pressed Song Yu’s head firmly against her chest, “Alright now.”
“Don’t be angry anymore.”
She asked, “Kiss me, okay?”
“Wife.”
“Okay,” Song Yu murmured in response, burying her head to kiss her passionately.
While she buried her face to kiss her, her two hands weren’t staying idle either. With a few swift, rough movements, she ripped that nightgown which was already made of minimal fabric to begin with completely into shredded pieces…
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