A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 355: Madman

Chapter 355: Chapter 355: Madman

Song Shiwei had been confined by Qi Yunqian in the villa for the past few days.

She was not allowed to go anywhere except the villa.

Apart from the restrictions on her freedom, Qi Yunqian treated her well, with a physician on call and nutritious meals prepared, which indeed helped her recover from her illness-induced weakness.

However, after she had recovered, Qi Yunqian, for some reason, continued to keep her confined.

A look of disgust for him flashed in Song Shiwei’s eyes, "Illegal detention is a crime, if you don’t let me out now, I’m going to call the police."

The words stung Qi Yunqian, causing him a dull pain in his chest. He looked deeply at Song Shiwei, his Adam’s apple moving slightly as he laughed in a hoarse voice, "Shiwei, if you don’t want to know the whereabouts of your brother, you can call the police."

He admitted, he was despicable.

All his previous talk about letting Song Shiwei be free and happy was nonsense.

Just the thought of her leaving the villa today, running to another man, drove him mad with jealousy.

Song Shiwei’s pupils dilated suddenly as she stood up abruptly, towering over Qi Yunqian, breathing rapidly, her voice sharp, "Qi Yunqian, what do you mean?"

She stormed up to Qi Yunqian, her eyes slightly red, grabbing his collar, "My brother is in your hands, isn’t he?"

After so many days of distance from her, being touched by Song Shiwei once again, Qi Yunqian could hear a satisfied sigh from within.

He lowered his gaze to look at Song Shiwei whose eyes brimmed with involuntary tears, gently stroking her eyes with his cool fingertips, his voice soft, "Shiwei, you are smart, so you know what choice to make, right?"

Such a gentle voice, when it reached Song Shiwei’s ears, made her feel somewhat terrified.

She had indeed suspected that her brother’s whereabouts were controlled by Qi Yunqian, but she never expected that her brother was literally in his hands.

Song Shiwei’s hand grabbing Qi Yunqian’s collar was shaking; anger and fear filled her chest as she gritted her teeth and stared at him, word by word, "If anything happens to my brother, I will definitely kill you."

Qi Yunqian’s heart felt like it was pierced by a sharp arrow, the pain corroding it made his complexion turn pale suddenly.

He suddenly reached out and strongly embraced Song Shiwei’s slender waist, pulling her into his arms, resting his chin on top of her head, greedily inhaling the faint fragrance of her body, his gaze dark and obsessive.

Holding her, it felt as though his soul, drifting these past days, had found a place to belong.

Qi Yunqian chuckled deeply, his eyes swirling with madness, "Dying at your hands wouldn’t be so bad."

Song Shiwei took a deep breath, forcefully pushing him back slightly, and without any hesitation, she slapped him hard across the face, her eyes red as she spat out every word, "Qi Yunqian, you are a madman!"

Qi Yunqian’s face was turned to one side by her slap; he used his tongue to touch his somewhat numb cheek, turning his gaze back to Song Shiwei with deep dark eyes, suddenly pulling her into his arms.

Without giving Song Shiwei a chance to struggle, he forcefully grabbed her chin and kissed her lips fiercely.

Song Shiwei’s pupils shrank sharply as she struggled desperately in his arms.

Holding her tightly in his embrace once again, Qi Yunqian sighed heavily in his heart; his long-empty heart gradually filled, warming his limbs.

Song Shiwei, furious, bit him fiercely without hesitation.

Qi Yunqian merely frowned slightly, kissing her even more fiercely, almost as if he wanted to meld her entirely into his own flesh.

By the time Qi Yunqian had satisfiedly released her, Song Shiwei’s anger was even more intense.

Furious, she raised her hand to slap his face again, "Bastard!"

But Qi Yunqian easily caught her hand, looked at her with dark, deep eyes, and said in a hoarse but deliberate voice, "Shiwei, provoking a man at this time is not a wise choice."

"Are you even human?" Song Shiwei laughed angrily. She coldly gazed at him, forcefully pulling her hand from his grasp, her eyes full of disgust and impatience, "You’re just a beast!"

"Indeed, I am a beast," Qi Yunqian didn’t get angry being insulted. The fact that she was willing to scold and pay him attention seemed better to him than the past days when she had been cold and indifferent, treating him like he was air.

Qi Yunqian’s throat moved slightly, his burning eyes fixed on her; his expression full of restraint and forbearance: "But I am only a beast towards you."

Song Shiwei was not a naive woman; she had spent two years in prison.

She naturally understood the meaning hidden in Qi Yunqian’s eyes.

Suddenly, she sneered coldly, her eyes full of thick scorn, "Qi Yunqian, are you despicable or not?"

"It was you who said you didn’t love me; you who said to set me free; you who said we should be unrelated thereafter. What are you doing now?"

Qi Yunqian’s dark eyes were profound: "I regret it."

He shouldn’t have let her go; he shouldn’t have divorced her.

Song Shiwei’s chest heaved violently, her eyes tinged with a flush, "What good is regret? There’s no medicine for regret in this world!"

"Our life together is already over! Don’t you understand!"

Qi Yunqian’s words fired up his anger; he suddenly reached out, pulled Song Shiwei to him, and pinned her against the bay window. His tall body pressed down on her from above, his dark eyes filled with fury and restraint, "If you don’t want me to take you right here, then don’t provoke me, Shiwei."

Song Shiwei was pressed on the soft carpet, a flicker of coldness swiftly passing through her eyes, as she sharply brought her knee up.

With that move from Song Shiwei, Qi Yunqian’s face turned red instantly, his eyebrows tightly furrowed, his face twisted in pain, yet his grip on her hands grew even tighter.

Even though his body ached, he didn’t let her go.

Song Shiwei’s wrists were easily marked by several red streaks by him, the pain making her furrow her eyebrows and curse inwardly.

So much pain and still not letting go; is this man a Ninja Turtle?

Qi Yunqian endured the sharp pain, his eyes reddened by the effort.

He even chuckled lowly at Song Shiwei, "Very..."

In the end, he suddenly tightened his hold on Song Shiwei, his warm breath fanning her cheek with a whisper in her ear, causing the shocked Song Shiwei’s body to instantly tense up.

His eyes were pitch black, his forehead pressed against hers: "Want to try again? My Shiwei."

Song Shiwei: "..."

Insane, insane.

This man is truly insane!