Chapter 11 Has Someone Touched This Place?

Wen Wanzhi took the microphone on the stage, her voice, soft as water, echoed in the hall.

"Thank you all for recognizing my work. With this opportunity, I announce that I will officially cease creating wedding dresses for Sanders. This will also be the last piece I sell."

The audience erupted into commotion; even the host was frozen in place, as shutter sounds and flashes continued incessantly.

"From now on, I will undertake commissions as an independent brand owner. Thank you, everyone."

She bowed, stepped down, and Wen Wanzhi's brief appearance was enough to shock everyone present.

Wen Wanzhi felt her footsteps become lighter.

Selling this wedding dress was like shedding a heavy shackle.

She felt a rare sense of relief in her heart.

But to say she wasn't nervous would be a lie.

Standing there beneath the stage, Wen Wanzhi's heart nearly leapt out of her throat, her palms burning hot.

Sanders had been her deepest secret for so many years.

Now that it was suddenly made public, who knows how many eyes were watching her.

Wen Wanzhi had just entered the green room when there was a knock at the door.

Wen Wanzhi was startled, "Who is it?"

She asked in a low voice, a barely detectable tremor in her words.

She felt a twitch in her right eye, a bad premonition.

The person standing outside might just be the last person she wanted to see.

A cold and deep voice came through the door.

"Wen Wanzhi, open the door."

It was indeed Bao Yancheng!

Wen Wanzhi sprang up, her body swaying a moment before stabilizing, her panic growing.

Yes, how could Bao Yancheng let her go.

She stepped back three paces, further from the door, her slender white hands nervously entwined.

She couldn't open the door; she mustn't fall into his hands!

Wen Wanzhi clenched her teeth, daring not to make a sound, as the knocking came once again.

This time it was more urgent, an aura of impatience.

The person outside was growing impatient.

"Open the door!"

Only then did Wen Wanzhi notice there wasn't just a single set of footsteps at the door.

Were they planning to take her away by force?

Bao Yancheng was still the same, domineering, forceful.

The knocking was the final proclamation; from the start, he had been determined to win.

The lock clicked and the handle turned abruptly.

The door opened, and Bao Yancheng stood in the entrance, an aura of coldness about him.

His handsome face was stern, a few strands of hair falling over his forehead, and a dangerous crimson glint in his eyes.

He seemed to be holding back rage, a dangerous aura emanating from his whole being.

Wen Wanzhi looked at the theater manager standing respectfully behind Bao Yancheng, his forehead drenched in sweat, and her face immediately drained of color.

In Beijing, who wouldn't fear the influence of the Bao family?

Wen Wanzhi stumbled backward, her back pressed against the cool wall.

"You..."

She couldn't finish her sentence when Bao Yancheng stepped in, and the green room door slammed shut behind him.

The man strode forward, reached out to grip Wen Wanzhi's delicate and fragile nape, and pulled her toward him.

"Playing games with me, is that fun?"

A wedding dress, and he had bought it twice. Since when had he, Bao Yancheng, become a fool, to be played with at her whims!

Bao Yancheng wished he could tighten his grip and break this flower in his hands.

Wen Wanzhi, restrained by his large hand, had tears provoked by pain in her eyes, but still defiantly looked at the man before her with a fierce expression.

In the business world, Bao Yancheng was a young lion, composed and calm, full of ambition and ruthless tactics.

Yet it was this dreaded hunter she had always managed to soothe with her water-like gentleness, dissolving the fierceness and concerns in his brow.

Wen Wanzhi clasped Bao Yancheng's forearms tightly, forcing him to ease his grip.

"I just needed the money, if you had agreed to divorce in the first place, it wouldn't have been so embarrassing."

Bao Yancheng's gaze turned icy in an instant, as he curved his lips into a quasi-smile and slowly withdrew his hand, leisurely rotating the turquoise ring he wore.

She knew this would infuriate him.

"You seem to particularly enjoy provoking me."

Wen Wanzhi crossed her arms, suppressing the urge to flee, and turned her head away from Bao Yancheng.

The skin on the back of her neck where he had pinched her was still faintly pink, making the flesh on her back appear even more translucent and fragile.

Bao Yancheng slipped off his black suit jacket, pulled Wen Wanzhi into his arms, wrapped her up tightly, and with a raise of his hand, he hoisted her up!

"Bao Yancheng, let me go!"

The man turned a deaf ear, with one arm firmly imprisoning Wen Wanzhi's delicate body, he pushed open the door and strode out.

Wen Wanzhi kicked her legs around Bao Yancheng's waist, her arms pounding against his rock-solid biceps.

Bao Yancheng seemed utterly oblivious, unaffected as he stuffed Wen Wanzhi, clothes and all, into the back seat of the black Cullinan.

Cheng Tong was all eyes and no ears as he sat in the driver's seat and headed towards the wedding house, pretending to be deaf all the way.

Bao Yancheng, his lips tightly sealed, didn't say a word and radiated an aura of fury, holding Wen Wanzhi tightly in his grasp.

Wen Wanzhi struggled with all her might, wanting nothing more than to stay away from Bao Yancheng.

With the scent of soft, delicate beauty in his arms, that continuously rubbed against him, Bao Yancheng's breathing became erratic and, with a raspy voice that carried a warning, he said,

"Don't move, I don't want to have to use my tie to tie you up."

Wen Wanzhi believed he was truly capable of doing something like that, so she stopped struggling.

After her illness, her body had always been very weak, and now her forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Her limbs felt like noodles, limp and powerless.

As she watched the car head towards the wedding house, a sense of desolation flickered through Wen Wanzhi's eyes.

When was the last time she'd been here, months ago...?

Bao Yancheng's phone rang a few times, and Wen Wanzhi, who was very close, saw the caller ID at a glance.

Xiang Yiran.

Bao Yancheng's complexion visibly cooled down before he finally answered the call.

"Yancheng brother, why haven't you come back yet? I've stewed black chicken soup, waiting for you to come back and drink it."

Bao Yancheng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and forcefully suppressed his anger.

"I'm not coming back, don't wait."

The Xiang Yiran on the other end of the phone sounded even more aggrieved: "Yancheng brother, don't be mad at Yiran, I'll wait for you to come home, okay?"

Wen Wanzhi felt a stinging sensation on her scalp and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

What kind of cousins were they, acting like a newlywed couple, truly nauseating.

Xiang Yiran on the other end of the line shrieked like a cat that had its tail stepped on.

"Yancheng brother! Who is that with you? Is it Sister-in-law Wanzhi? How could you—"

Bao Yancheng finally had enough: "What happens between a husband and wife is none of your business."

He hung up the phone without further ado.

Bao Yancheng and Wen Wanzhi's wedding house loomed in front of them, the Half Mountain Villa worth hundreds of millions.

Thrown onto the familiar large bed in the bedroom, Wen Wanzhi felt a moment of disorientation.

In that moment of vulnerability, Bao Yancheng took advantage.

With a rip, the man followed the slit of the dress, and her small formal gown was torn into shreds.

Wen Wanzhi, a look of panic in her eyes, tried to curl up, but the man imprisoned her slender wrists with one hand and pinned her long, smooth legs with his knee.

Looking at the blooming beauty before him, Bao Yancheng's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes roiled with desire, and his chest burned with heat.

Forced to display herself entirely before the man, Wen Wanzhi felt both shame and anger; her eyes reddened: "Let go..."

This only incited the man's instinct to dominate even further.

Her half-spoken complaint was stifled back, as Bao Yancheng's lips claimed territory, prying open her mouth, uncontrollably plundering.

Wen Wanzhi's forceful kiss made her teary-eyed and her body go limp.

Bao Yancheng was intimately familiar with her body, and a few provocations were enough to ignite a fire.

Caught between desire and humiliation, Wen Wanzhi wished she could close her eyes and embrace destruction.

It wasn't until Wen Wanzhi's lack of oxygen turned her vision somewhat dark that Bao Yancheng reluctantly allowed her to breathe, turning his head to kiss her earlobe and the side of her neck, his voice hoarse and filled with lust.

"Has anyone else touched you here?"