Chapter 8

  Su Yan's face suddenly turned pale.

  She turned around, "I heard you are the youngest commander of the United Nations Army Alliance?"

  The wind seemed to smile and nod slightly, "So I've heard."

  Su Yan slightly raised her chin, her pretty face icy cold. "You don't even have the qualifications to be a match for Gongzi Yun. You colluded with the underworld, used women, and desecrated the sanctity of soldiers. A person like you, how can you deserve so many international honors?"

  She thought Feng Jue would be furious, even shooting her dead on the spot, but he didn't. Instead, Feng Jue got up from bed, his eyes filled with an increasingly thick sense of mockery. He walked step by step to her front and said, "How is it that you're not in love with Gongzi Yun? He's the eldest son of the Ye family, a murderer, a thief, and a seller of military arms. Is he despicable and base in your eyes?"

  Su Yan's eyes were firm and unwavering, "He may be a member of the underworld, but he has always been upright and honest. At least, he wouldn't lay a hand on a woman who is defenseless."

  "Hehe," Feng Jue chuckled lightly, as if she had said something amusing. "Since the underworld boss is a good person in your eyes, why do soldiers have to be so upright and unyielding? Isn't that funny?"

  Su Yan was suddenly speechless.

  She had a hunch that Feng absolutely had some inexplicable hatred towards Zi Yun, and this hatred had nothing to do with them being opponents, but rather seemed like a personal grudge.

  So she has to be the sacrifice between them?

  He gazed at her with a satisfied expression as fear seeped into the bottom of her eyes, his hand reaching out to pinch her chin. "I'll give you two options,"

  He leaned in close to her face, a handsome face like a god, but the words that came out were hellish, "First, be my mistress and belong only to me."

  Su Yan looked at the face in front of her and was so angry that she wanted to slap him, could he humiliate people any further?

  Feng absolutely ignored her hidden anger and didn't see it at all, the words that came out of his thin lips were even more vicious, "Secondly, I'll send you back to the black market, guaranteeing that you can be had by anyone."

  Time seemed to have stopped in this second, Su Yan felt that all the blood in her body had stopped flowing, from the top of her head to every toe.

  It feels like it's been an eternity.

  She stared at him with wide eyes, dim but persistent. "If," she bit her lip hard, only this pain could alleviate the numbness spreading in her heart, "I obediently become your mistress." She had to clench her fists on her hem to finish speaking, "Can you promise that when you're tired of me, you won't give me away?"

  "If one day you look at me with disfavor, or if you have a new love, let me leave on my own accord. If you agree, then I choose the first option. If you don't agree," Su Yan straightened her back, "you can directly kill me."

  Feng Jue smiled lightly and slowly, "No need to threaten me, if I don't want you to, you won't even have a chance to die." He paused for a moment, his hand sliding down from her slender curves, "However, I can promise you that on the day when you're no longer useful, I'll let you leave on your own accord."

  Su Yan turned on the shower, letting the water pour down from her head. She leaned against the cold wall of the bathroom, her wet hair clinging to her face, looking disheveled and powerless.

  She slowly slid down her body, hugging herself, the sobbing sound hidden under the water flow, raised her face, and the wind was indeed Satan in the devil, she turned herself into a devil's woman.

  What will she do from now on?

  Ziying doesn't want her anymore, nobody wants her anymore, what will she do from now on?