"Heh heh heh... cough... cough cough cough... heh heh..." Ming Yutong laughed and coughed at the same time.
Coughing because she couldn't breathe properly, her coughs interspersed with laughter, her laughter mingled with mockery.
Death was nothing.
She had already died once before. She wasn't afraid.
Seven years ago, though he hadn't done it directly, he had still essentially killed her.
If he wanted to kill her again now, what did it matter?
It only made her realize once more that he didn't love her.
Fu Yinxiu's face was taut with anger. Was this woman insane?
She could still laugh in this situation!
He suddenly let go but grabbed her wrist, dragging her into the bathroom.
Ming Yutong, already weakened by his torment, stumbled along, letting him drag her.
Fu Yinxiu swiftly turned on the shower, not bothering to adjust the temperature, setting it straight to the coldest setting.
In the chilly autumn evening, as winter approached, the night was already cold.
Fu Yinxiu shoved Ming Yutong under the icy water.
Cold water poured over her head, soaking her clothes almost instantly.
The water seeped through her clothes, sticking to her skin, uncomfortable and cold.
Since giving birth seven years ago and being thrown into the rain, her body had suffered from the cold, leaving her with chronic ailments.
The deep-rooted cold in her bones made her especially sensitive to the cold.
She took herbal medicine regularly, drank warm water, and made sure her breakfast milk was hot.
She avoided any cold foods, regardless of the season, and never touched cold water.
Even in the heat of summer, she wouldn't eat ice cream or drink cold beverages.
Her preferred drinks were usually black sugar ginger tea.
In the summer, in her air-conditioned office, she wrapped herself in a wool shawl.
She took these precautions to ease her pain.
Rainy days caused pain, her menstrual cycle caused pain.
Out of 365 days a year, she spent more than 200 in pain.
She could no longer conceive and spent most of the year in agony.
She no longer planned to have children but hoped the remaining years of her life wouldn't be so painful.
At least, she wished the pain would lessen and the number of painful days would decrease.
She meticulously cared for her body, but now, Fu Yinxiu had shoved her into icy cold water on this chilly autumn night.
Ming Yutong shivered, her face a sickly pale, without a hint of color, looking like an ice statue.
Fu Yinxiu suddenly pushed her against the cold tiled wall, causing her to spasm violently from the cold. He pressed his body against hers and kissed her lips.
His cold lips moved from her lips to her pale neck.
Her delicate and icy neck was still covered with a layer of cold water, with more cold water streaming over it like a creek, making her neck appear almost transparent.
Even the blue veins underneath were clearly visible.
Fu Yinxiu's cold fingers moved to her waist, attempting to slip into her pants.
Ming Yutong, finding some hidden strength, suddenly pushed him away and staggered to the toilet, where she began to vomit.
The painful sounds of her retching echoed, clearly audible to Fu Yinxiu.
With a grim face, Fu Yinxiu watched as Ming Yutong finished vomiting, shakily grabbed some tissue, and wiped her mouth.
He forcefully pulled her up, but she had no strength left, her body still collapsing downward.
Her wet hair clung to her face, which was as pale as a sheet of paper, looking extremely disheveled.
"Does my touch make you want to vomit?" Fu Yinxiu asked coldly.
Shivering from the cold, Ming Yutong couldn't even discern the cause of her nausea.
The icy water coursing over her body already made her feel uncomfortable, and her stomach churned.
Then, his cold lips touched her skin.
Kissing her, his tongue intertwined with hers.
She recalled the things he had said earlier.
Questioning if she had been with Jiang Lulian or other men.
She thought of the woman by his side, He Ruoyi.
He was using those lips to insult her and then kiss another woman.
Possibly even before this party, before they got out of the car, he had kissed He Ruoyi.
The churning in her stomach intensified.
Maybe the combination of everything made her throw up.
Ming Yutong didn't answer. She didn't want to say a word to Fu Yinxiu.
She turned her face away, unwilling to even look at him.
Seeing her so lifeless, refusing to even look at him, Fu Yinxiu felt a sudden panic.
Before, when she faced him, she showed a facade of calmness, mockery, and barely concealed emotions.
But now, her eyes were empty, void of anything.
She was like a marionette, being held up by him, without any reaction.
"Look at me!" Fu Yinxiu grabbed her chin, forcing her face towards him.
But she still kept her eyes down, devoid of any emotion.
Her face was as pale as a soulless puppet.
Fu Yinxiu clenched his teeth, unwilling to say what he was thinking.
Ming Yutong no longer asked him to let go, saying nothing, as if she didn't care and would go along with whatever he wanted.
"Have you fallen in love with him?" Fu Yinxiu finally asked, "Jiang Lulian?"
Saying these words, Fu Yinxiu's heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly.