Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 1513: 1512 Leave first then talk

An Lin’s heartbeat quickened with the sound of footsteps approaching.

She was contemplating how to escape shortly.

Only one had come inside; outside, there was another.

Downstairs, there might be more people.

But she must seize this opportunity to leave, she absolutely cannot be humiliated by this disgusting bastard.

“Little beauty, you managed to sleep even in this situation. Did Qin Mu really not touch you at all, and you purposely fell asleep to tempt me?”

The man walked to the sofa, pulled out his phone, and under its light, looked at An Lin sleeping on the sofa.

An Lin silently cursed his ancestors for eighteen generations, but her expression remained unchanged.

Feeling the light of the phone sweep from top to bottom across her body, she felt a wave of nausea but forced herself to endure.

“This skin, so tender and smooth, far better than those women at the bar.” The man lasciviously admired the beauty before him: delicate features, skin like jade…

He reached out to touch An Lin’s face.

An Lin forced down her urge to vomit and marked this moment down in her mind. She barely let out a faint sound and turned her face to the side.

“Hehe.” Thought the man, this woman is truly a masterpiece; not only can she sleep at times like this, but surely, she considers him to be her husband.

“Tied up like this, it’s really not good.”

The man reached out to remove the cloth from her mouth. Seeing An Lin wrinkle her brow, she didn’t wake up but muttered in her sleep, “Ah Mu!”

He was even happier.

“I am your husband.”

He tossed aside the cloth, took off his shirt, and began to untie the rope from her hands.

Anyway, his brothers were watching outside, so he wasn’t afraid An Lin would escape.

Earlier, at Feng Wanfeng’s house, even though she had scratched one of them on the arm, he didn’t believe An Lin could truly defeat him.

Moreover, at times like this, a woman’s strength is far less than a man’s.

An Lin was still pretending to sleep.

She didn’t open her eyes.

She was waiting for this man to untie the rope, every cell in her body vigilant.

The man’s breath was too close, making her stomach churn, almost causing her to vomit several times.

She endured and endured, and finally couldn’t hold back. When the rope was untied, An Lin let out a retch, vomiting foul contents onto his face.

In no time at all, the man was too shocked to utter a curse, and the rope in An Lin’s hands had already flown onto his neck.

She tightened it with all her strength. He couldn’t even speak, only managed a couple of painful grunts before collapsing.

Outside, beyond a closed door, the man outside had no idea what had happened inside.

He faintly heard some sounds from his comrade but thought they were from another indulgent situation.

He shook his head, pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it up, and began to puff away.

Inside the room, An Lin freed herself from the rope, moved her sore limbs, and reassessed the room. There was nothing to serve as a weapon.

Looking at the man who lay dead in the sofa, An Lin’s heart skipped a beat.

Even though she knew some martial arts and came from a family accustomed to such matters, she had never killed anyone before.

Despite being somewhat scared.

If it wasn’t for this beast trying to violate her, she would never have strangled him.

After hesitating for a moment, she searched the man’s body for a phone but found none, so she grabbed the rope that had been used to bind her, quietly walking to the window.

Upon inspection, it was a security window on the outside, impossible to leave through.

An Lin moved to the bathroom. Unlike outside, here was a glass window without security bars.

She felt a glimmer of hope in her heart.

Turning her head to glance outside, An Lin looked at the glass before her, thankfully, although thick, not the type that couldn’t be shattered.

She calculated that exiting here seemed to offer slightly more chance than out the door.

Suddenly recalling something, her eyes lit up. She swiftly turned and went back inside, searching for something to smash the glass with.

Outside the door, a shout abruptly rang out; it was the man outside, calling for the one inside.

Perhaps not hearing any activity inside, suspicion arose in him. An Lin’s eyes flashed as she closed them, feigning pain as she uttered some sounds.

“… Don’t overdo it, don’t kill someone.”

The man outside heard the sounds from inside, instantly reassured.

An Lin sighed in relief, but swiftly her heart sank; the room harbored nothing suitable for breaking the glass.

Outside, voices sounded again.

No longer the previous man’s; someone seemed to have intruded, now fighting with those in the villa.

An Lin was shocked, without thinking, grabbed the rope and charged towards the door.

Just as she reached the door, the guard outside pushed it open, brushed his head inside, and yelled to his comrade, “Hurry up, someone’s intruding…”

Before he could finish, his neck was suddenly tightened by a rope.

The man’s face changed, his hands instinctively clutching the rope tight, while An Lin exerted the rope harder and raised her leg, kicking him hard between the thighs.

A painful scream pierced the air.

An Lin seized the moment in his agony-filled scream, swiftly freeing a hand to shut the door.

This person had only managed to poke his head and upper body inside, with legs still outside the door. An Lin’s sudden fierce door slam and firm grip left no slack.

Thus, the man’s head was clamped, with legs outside, left powerless to resist, his hands dared not release the rope, fearing being strangled at any moment.

The fighting downstairs grew more intense; An Lin exerted all her strength, eager to resolve this person swiftly.

She watched as he gradually lost strength until his body finally collapsed to the floor, leaving An Lin utterly exhausted.

“Miss An.”

Footsteps came from the staircase, followed by two men in black appearing before her, glancing at the man lying on the ground, sizing her up.

“I’m fine, who sent you?”

An Lin noticed the concern in their eyes and asked lightly.

“Young Master Qin sent us to rescue Miss An. Miss An, let’s leave here first and then talk.”

An Lin nodded and, under their protection, headed for the stairs, “Did you take down everyone here?”

“Yes, Miss An, with hospital matters keeping Young Master Qin tied up, he urged us to ensure Miss An’s safety. After Yao Dewei left, we’ve been planning how to rescue Miss An.”

Upon getting into the car, An Lin’s tension and fear finally dissipated, “How are things at the hospital?”