After Escaping My Paranoid Wife's Control - Chapter 20

For another example, after she ran away, she rented an apartment in a remote residential district. The apartment number was 2503. An hour later, a moving company arrived, and with swift movements, they cleared out every single thing inside 2502 completely. She guessed what was about to happen, but refusing to give up hope, she ran over to ask the neighbor of 2502, “Why are you suddenly moving?”

The neighbor replied with a smile: “There is someone, I don’t know what is going on with them, who insisted on renting my apartment at a high price ten times the regular rate. They even reimbursed me for the moving company’s money and told me to move out quickly. A pie falling from the sky, if you don’t eat it, you’re missing out for nothing. I won’t talk to you anymore, I have to seize the time to move. I am afraid that spendthrift will regret it.”

She bit her teeth. Thinking even with her toes, she knew that spendthrift was Ji Mingsui.

Then that very night, Ji Mingsui wore a satin camisole nightdress and ran over to knock on her apartment door, lying by saying that she was halfway through cooking a dish when she discovered there was no soy sauce at home, wanting to borrow a bottle of soy sauce from her.

The memory of that night also surfaced within Song Yu’s mind…

[Song Yu pushed the door open to a crack, and she said in a cold voice: “There are several convenience stores in the residential district. If there is no soy sauce at home, you can go downstairs to buy a bottle, you do not have to come find me to borrow it.”

“Okay,” Ji Mingsui responded while pursing her lips. “I will go downstairs right now to buy it.”

She turned around and walked toward the direction of the elevator.

Looking at Ji Mingsui’s back, Song Yu clenched her fists. It was this trick again. Last time at the hotel, the trick Ji Mingsui used was also this one. Furthermore, the camisole nightdress Ji Mingsui was wearing on her body this time had even less fabric than the nightrobe she wore last time in the hotel. That nightrobe, although it was loose and baggy, only exposed her collarbones and thighs. But this camisole nightdress Ji Mingsui was wearing on her body right now had a V-neck, and the material was thin. She did not even need to walk; with Ji Mingsui just standing there, the white tenderness on her chest was faintly visible.

“Ji Mingsui, you only know this trick, right?” Song Yu once again could not hold herself back. She truly could not tolerate Ji Mingsui wandering around inside the residential district dressed like this.

Ji Mingsui stopped her footsteps in front of the elevator. She pressed the open button and replied with a light laugh: “Who tells this trick to be so useful.”

The elevator doors opened. Seeing that Song Yu did not make a next move, Ji Mingsui lifted her foot, intending to step into the elevator. Just as Ji Mingsui’s foot was lifted, Song Yu pushed open the door and rushed out. She ran behind Ji Mingsui and reached out her hand to grab Ji Mingsui’s arm.

Ji Mingsui was not wrong; this trick, toward her, was indeed useful.

Ji Mingsui turned her head and asked: “What’s wrong?”

With a stiff face, Song Yu dragged Ji Mingsui into 2503. She had just moved in, her things were not yet finished being organized, and on the bed there was only a mattress; she had not had time to spread out the bedding and bedsheets. Therefore, she pressed Ji Mingsui down to sit on the sofa.

Ji Mingsui lifted her eyes to look at Song Yu who was standing in front of her, and hooking her lips, she asked: “What are you doing?”

With a gloomy face, Song Yu did not say a single word.

Ji Mingsui gave Song Yu a stepping stone to back down, and she told Song Yu in a gentle tone, “I really cooked a dish. So do you plan to go to my home to eat first…” As she spoke, she lifted her leg and, across the fabric, used her foot to rub against Song Yu’s calf, “Or do you want to eat me here first?”

Song Yu was rubbed until a dryness and heat rose in her heart. She subconsciously lowered her head, and as a result, the neckline of the nightdress Ji Mingsui was wearing on her body was opened truly too wide; she saw through Ji Mingsui’s upper body completely with a single glance. Her breathing paused. The dryness and heat in her heart became even stronger.

Ji Mingsui urged: “Speak.” She pursued the question, “What do you want to eat first?”

Song Yu swallowed a mouthful of saliva and did not speak.

“My patience does not have much left.” Ji Mingsui furrowed her brows and warned with a sentence, and then she began to count down, “3, 2…”

The tip of Song Yu’s ear trembled. Based on her experience, if she did not timely answer Ji Mingsui’s question, Ji Mingsui would go crazy again. Within the pressing atmosphere of the “countdown,” she did not have time to think and blurted out, “You.”

Hearing Song Yu’s answer, Ji Mingsui could not help but let out a sound of laughter. She took the initiative to take off the nightdress on her body, and slowly pressed the white tenderness on her chest against Song Yu’s body, and then complained in a soft voice: “Always making a scene to break up with me. If I really agreed, broke up with you, and went to find someone else according to what you said, would you truly be willing to let that person touch me?”

Song Yu was caught by the question; her heart suddenly became a complete mess, and her whole being was irritated to an extreme degree.

Ji Mingsui clenched Song Yu’s right hand tightly. She placed Song Yu’s right hand by her lips and used her teeth to lightly bite Song Yu’s finger. This action caused her voice to carry a trace of stickiness within its indistinctness, “Even if you are willing, I am not willing.” She told Song Yu, “I am yours, only you can touch me, and except for you, I will not let anyone touch me. Including myself.”

Song Yu’s irritated mood, for some inexplicable reason, calmed down because of these few sentences from Ji Mingsui. She knew what Ji Mingsui liked to play, so she used her other hand to grab Ji Mingsui’s hair, pulling Ji Mingsui’s head backward, “Only let me touch? Speaking as if I will definitely touch you.” She asked from a commanding height: “What if I just don’t touch you?”

Ji Mingsui indeed liked to play this. She took a deep breath with excitement, and her chest heaved violently, “I beg you. Beg you to touch me.” Her voice was urgent and humble, “Kneel down to beg you. Is it okay?”]

The two segments of memories ended, and Song Yu raised her hand to slap herself in the mouth, criticizing herself: “Were you just that starved? Would it not do to kiss Ji Mingsui one less time?!”

She then took turns with her left and right hands to slap each other, “And you two, why are you so lacking in discipline? Could you not manage to touch Ji Mingsui one less time?!”

During those two years, if she had held back even once, she would have succeeded in breaking up with Ji Mingsui. As a result, she did not hold back a single time. Later, when her threshold went up and her techniques improved, allowing her to grasp the dominant power in matters of passion, Ji Mingsui had struggled and developed into a capitalist tycoon who covered the sky with one hand, and then she could never fly out of the palm of Ji Mingsui’s hand again.

Recalling the matters of the past, inside Song Yu’s heart, besides regret, there was more of a dryness and heat. Although during those two nights, her escapes failed, Ji Mingsui, in order to force her to submit, had completely gone along with her, changing into various positions and coaxing her until she was boundlessly excited…

Song Yu took a deep breath.

No. She could not recall any further. If she kept recalling further, she would definitely be so excited tonight that she would be unable to sleep.

In order to be able to appear punctually at the company at 9:10 tomorrow morning to hold the morning meeting for the employees, she hurriedly drank a few gulps of ice-cold beer, attempting to suppress the dryness and heat inside her heart. After a few gulps of ice-cold beer entered her stomach, Song Yu lifted her eyes and looked once again at the door of the rented apartment.

She did not escape this time; rather, she was reborn. Even if the Ji Mingsui of her past life was any more formidable, she could not cross through time and space to catch her. And the Ji Mingsui of this lifetime had not fallen in love with her yet. Therefore, she was definitely free this time.

Thinking up to this point, Song Yu once again raised the ice-cold beer in her hand. After clinking glasses with the air, she shouted with confidence: “To freedom!”

At the exact same time, down below at the entrance of the building unit, Ji Mingsui wore a black baseball cap, stood on the steps, and shook the keys in her hand.

The apartment Song Yu rented was in an old residential district and an old residential building; the apartment door was that kind of old-fashioned door lock opened with a key, not an electronic lock. Song Yu lived alone, and fearing that she would forget to bring her keys, Song Yu placed two spare keys inside the drawer at the company.

“Clink—”, listening to the crisp sound produced when the two spare keys in her hand collided, Ji Mingsui slightly raised the corners of her mouth.

Song Yu truly was something else; she was already reborn, yet her safety awareness was still this poor, to actually leave the spare keys of her home randomly inside an unlocked drawer. If this were to be secretly taken away by someone with calculations in mind, such as her who was likewise reborn, what could be done about it?

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