Lu Weilai's Fury

Zeng Kehen was never someone who easily gained people's favor. She had countless flaws, perhaps even many times more than her virtues. Her seductive appearance made her extremely unpopular among women, but ironically, this enchantress only liked to tease women.

Lu Weilai remembered that every time she walked down the street with Zeng Kehen, they would attract the gaze of many men who wanted to express their affection to Zeng Kehen, and there were even times when they were misunderstood by outsiders as a third party. Whenever this happened, Zeng Kehen would either remain completely indifferent or use vulgar words to scold the man or woman. Furthermore, she knew martial arts and was ruthless in her strikes; therefore, despite their anger, those people could do nothing to Zeng Kehen.

Most people thought Zeng Kehen was a bad person, calling her an evil enchantress with a wicked heart. Of course, when Zeng Kehen scolded people, she was indeed not to be underestimated. Perhaps many felt she was selfish and wicked, but as the person closest to her, Lu Weilai understood that Zeng Kehen was not actually like that; in fact, she was the complete opposite of what everyone thought.

Lu Weilai had seen Zeng Kehen sitting alone by the window dazed more than once. At those times, her entire body radiated a "do not come near me" aura. Her seductive smile would vanish, leaving only a quiet stillness that made it impossible to guess her thoughts.

Many times, Lu Weilai wanted to ask Zeng Kehen what exactly she was carrying on her back. Why did she never talk about her parents, nor share her innermost feelings? Every time she saw her sitting in the villa's garden all night, smoking and drinking, Lu Weilai truly wanted to help Zeng Kehen share her sorrow. Unfortunately, the other party simply never gave her that chance.

Now, the two of them were no longer lovers, and even being friends was highly strained. Zeng Kehen had completely cut off contact with her, and she herself now had Dong Yufei. The two of them, once a single entity, had split into two independently existing individuals. Lu Weilai didn't know what identity she could use to embrace Zeng Kehen anymore. Or rather, they could no longer be together.

"Have you hugged enough?"

Even though her heart deeply craved Zeng Kehen's embrace, Lu Weilai knew very well that they shouldn't be doing this kind of thing right now. She couldn't continue to let Dong Yufei down, nor should she continue to entangle with Zeng Kehen, hurting herself and delaying others.

"Have you hugged enough? My Little Weilai is so fragrant, how could I ever hug you enough? Or do you want me to just carry you?"

Hearing Lu Weilai tell her to let go, Zeng Kehen laughed and asked back, but she had no intention of letting go; instead, her grip tightened.

The wound on her abdomen throbbed with pain from the pressure, but Zeng Kehen didn't care at all, instead treating this pain as a form of enjoyment. Torn flesh, gushing blood—only someone who had experienced such bone-deep pain could truly understand it. But as long as she could hug Lu Weilai, even greater pain became insignificant, completely unable to affect her mood.

Perhaps only this kind of pain could stimulate her, enough to make her completely ruthless and do what came next. If she had to choose between hurting herself or Lu Weilai, Zeng Kehen would undoubtedly point the blade at herself without hesitation. That was her—crazy and obsessive. She had tried to change, but she always met with failure.

Zeng Kehen knew she was terminally ill, beyond cure.

"Zeng Kehen, I've made myself very clear. We've broken up, or rather, we never really started. From now on, I don't want to have any connection with you. We can be friends, but I won't do those things with you like before. The person I like now is Dong Yufei."

The room fell into a stretch of silence after Lu Weilai finished speaking, with only the sound of their heavy breathing audible. But Lu Weilai knew very well how much her heart ached. This was the first time she had seriously rejected Zeng Kehen, completely drawing a line between them. At this moment, she truly wanted to let go.

"Hey, Lu Weilai, don't you know how naive it is to say that? I don't object to you being with Dong Yufei, but just because you two are in love doesn't mean you have to draw a line with me, right? We haven't made love in a long time. How about tonight..."

"Zeng Kehen! Do you even know what you're saying?!"

Before Zeng Kehen could finish, Lu Weilai cut her off, unable to believe her ears. She really wanted to know what Zeng Kehen was thinking. Why could she still act as if nothing had happened and say such things?

What did she take her for? A tool for venting lust? Or an object of mockery? Was she truly worthless in her heart, like a cheap plastic bag that could be used at will?

"Lu Weilai, I was injured in the abdomen, not the head. Of course I know what I'm saying. If you didn't hear clearly, I can repeat it. I want you, right here, right now. I want you to put your hand inside me, make me feel good, make me die and come back to life. So, let's make love. Right on this bed, in the hospital. Don't you find it exciting? I've never tried making love in a place like this. I forgot to ask, have you and Dong Yufei slept together yet? Were you topped, or did you top her?"

"Stop talking!"

Anger and shame rushed into her mind at the same time, instantly showing on Lu Weilai's face, turning her pale cheeks bright red in an instant. She didn't understand why Zeng Kehen would say these things. Didn't she feel ashamed? Didn't she think it would hurt the person in front of her?

Clearly, she still couldn't bear to hurt her. But she had hurt her time and time again, without showing any mercy. Before the wound in her heart could even scab over, it was ruthlessly torn open again. Now, no matter what medicine was used, there was no way to heal it; it could only remain in a half-dead state.

"What? Shy? Lu Weilai, it's not the first time we've made love, why are you acting coy? Actually, you want it too, don't you? Just like you've been doing these things since you were a child, you shouldn't be unfamiliar with it. I don't mind, you..."

*Slap!*

The sound of a slap echoed through the hospital room, and immediately after, pain radiated from her face. Zeng Kehen raised her eyes to look at Lu Weilai's face, which was already welling with tears. Her heart throbbed with pain—that kind of feeling was like poisonous insects gnawing at her heart. The pain was not just external; it was as if the poison had penetrated her blood vessels and bones. In the end, it completely shattered your person, your heart, and your mind.

If possible, Zeng Kehen didn't want to do this either. But some things couldn't be avoided just because one didn't want to do them. Treating the person she cared about ruthlessly was also being ruthless to herself, especially when hurting Lu Weilai—the woman she loved most. Zeng Kehen felt she was a scoundrel, someone who shouldn't exist in this world.

"What? Angry? I remember that no matter how angry you were before, you never hit my face. You should know I rely on this face to make a living. So, since you hit my face, I should punish you."

After Zeng Kehen finished speaking, before Lu Weilai could recover her senses, she grabbed her neck and kissed her lips.

Having been together for a long time, they had kissed countless times. Without a doubt, Zeng Kehen and Lu Weilai had long formed a habit of kissing each other. But this time, their emotions had undergone a massive shift.

Lu Weilai didn't expect Zeng Kehen to suddenly kiss her. By the time she regained her senses, the other's tongue had already invaded her mouth, her flexible and agile tongue teasing her sensitive and weak spots. This familiar sensation and taste made Lu Weilai dizzy, her body softening as she fell into Zeng Kehen's arms.

To know how much someone loves you, besides looking at their eyes, another way is to see their reaction when you kiss them. Lu Weilai's infatuation in the kiss satisfied Zeng Kehen greatly, so she began to act even more wildly. Her tongue became an invader, swirling and stirring inside Lu Weilai's mouth, licking and sucking every inch of her oral cavity, every tooth, every fold.

This feeling was both ticklish and pleasurable, extremely provocative. It made one unable to resist twisting their tongue, desperately responding to the kiss. In fact, Lu Weilai was also seduced by Zeng Kehen. She closed her eyes, her body heating up.

Her previous reason and anger became blurred by this kiss. It was only when the white shirt on her body was pulled up by Zeng Kehen that Lu Weilai opened her eyes, looking at the person lying beneath her. Just one glance made her newly vanished reason return in an instant, her weak, hot body turning stiff and cold.

It was still that face, that appearance. But the eyes had completely changed. At this moment, Zeng Kehen looked at her with a different gaze—no longer the stubborn innocence of their youth, nor the comforting, doting, and caring gaze of every night. Right now, Zeng Kehen looked at her only with mockery, amusement, and contempt.

Locking eyes for just a second, Lu Weilai felt a chill run through her entire body, cold sweat soaking her clothes. Perhaps her heart had truly died.

Just how lowly did one have to be to allow someone to insult them like this for so long? Lu Weilai asked herself in her heart, but she could never find the answer.

Love had always been incredibly fragile. Having known Zeng Kehen for eighteen years, cared for her for eighteen years, and loved her for nearly ten years. During that time, they went from strangers to friends. In that dark, lightless prison cell, they took care of each other, becoming the only source of light in each other's lives.

Even now, Lu Weilai remembered very clearly how Zeng Kehen helped her drive Bai Jun away time and time again, smiling as she told her she would protect her, and how fast and fiercely her heart had beaten at that moment. Perhaps from that very instant, the seed of love had sprouted in the depths of her heart. As the years passed, it had now grown into a massive tree.

After being rescued by Chi Qing, they remained inseparable. When she had nightmares, she would comfort her, learn to cook for her, and get hurt time and time again to protect her. On that night, when she became her woman, blooming beneath her, Lu Weilai felt she was the happiest person in the world.

But everything had changed. In recent years, Zeng Kehen had become increasingly fickle and difficult to read, and her patience with her had gradually waned. She began to obsess over Chi Qing, doing everything to please her, even using her body to seduce her.

Every time she saw Zeng Kehen entering hotels with different women, watching her kiss them, she had no right to stop her. This feeling of helplessness was like having her heart crushed by someone's hand. When the other squeezed, her heart would ache; when the other let go, she was released.

It could be said that Lu Weilai's thoughts always revolved around Zeng Kehen. Every time Zeng Kehen did something to hurt her, she would ruthlessly crush Lu Weilai's heart, time and time again. Although it could recover its original shape, the cracks in her heart would never disappear.

Lu Weilai didn't know why Zeng Kehen had become like this. Perhaps she had never faced her with her true face. At this moment, she—Lu Weilai—had reached a dead end, unable to resolve the emotional issues between them on her own.

They had broken up and gotten back together many times, and the number of times they had slept together was countless. But in those countless intimate moments, Zeng Kehen had never wanted her, only allowing her to want her. Lu Weilai admitted she liked being the "top," bringing pleasure to Zeng Kehen. But she also wanted to belong to Zeng Kehen, to let the other fully possess her.

However, the other party didn't want to, nor did she think of wanting to. Many times, Lu Weilai always thought that Zeng Kehen didn't want to touch her because she found her dirty. Every time this thought arose, Lu Weilai would smile bitterly, blaming herself in her heart for actually thinking of Zeng Kehen as that kind of person. But hearing the other's words just now, Lu Weilai could no longer deceive herself.

Perhaps in Zeng Kehen's heart, she was indeed dirty. But that didn't mean the other could treat her feelings as a joke, treating her like a fool, a beggar to be insulted, casually trampling on her dignity.

*Zeng Kehen, do you know how much my heart aches every time you look down on and insult me, using that kind of tone to demand we go to bed? Am I so cheap that I can be toyed with by you at will? Or have you forgotten that I am also a human being, someone who knows pain and hatred?*

*Enough, truly enough!*

Tears flowed down her eyes. Zeng Kehen stopped kissing Lu Weilai, raising her head to look at the face covered in tears, smiling as she wiped them away. At the same time, Zeng Kehen took Lu Weilai's hand resting by the bed and placed it between her parted legs. Unsurprisingly, it was already damp, hot enough to burn Lu Weilai's fingers.

"Hey, don't cry. If you're angry, you can vent it all on my body. After this time, I won't look for you again."

Hearing Zeng Kehen's words, Lu Weilai was slightly dazed, but she immediately burst into laughter. However, this smile was completely different from her usual gentle-as-water smile. If she had to use a substance to describe it, only one word fit: "ice."

This was the first time Zeng Kehen had seen Lu Weilai smile at her like this—no gentleness, no warmth, and absolutely no heat. Her eyes also carried a sense of estrangement; her reflection was still there, but it was mixed with too many emotions. There was resentment, sorrow, and most of all, hatred.

Her underwear was roughly pulled away, and her unprepared body was invaded by two fingers. Zeng Kehen looked with satisfaction at Lu Weilai's eyes, which were filled with desire and hatred, slightly curling her lips.

*Yes, just like that. Lu Weilai, hate me, want me, and then, forget me.*