Rebirth: I Am Not the Movie Queen This Time-Chapter 137 Heartache (First Update)

Hearing Wan Chu’er’s words, Li Gang laughed dismissively, "Alright, as you wish."

He didn’t believe that Wan Chu’er, a girl on her own, could do anything significant. Their Li Family had a large estate and a big business that couldn’t be shaken by just anyone with ease.

Wan Chu’er stopped talking, just freezing her gaze and looking at him emotionlessly.

Li Gang carried Wan Chu’er in his arms and threw her onto the bed. Watching her lie weakly on the bed, at his mercy, he felt his blood begin to boil.

Ever since he first saw her last year, he had fantasized about this moment in countless night dreams. Now, finally, his dream was coming true, and every nerve of his was roaring.

Li Gang’s hand gently caressed Wan Chu’er’s pure and flawless face as if wanting to worship it.

Wan Chu’er turned her head away in disgust, her entire being filled with contempt for Li Gang.

"Slap!" Li Gang, with a fierce expression, slapped Wan Chu’er’s face.

"Bitch!"

After cursing, he didn’t waste any more words and directly moved to tear Wan Chu’s clothes, which proved to be sturdy. Unable to tear them, he instead left a red mark on her neck.

That red smear, stark against her snow-white skin, caught Li Gang’s eye, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he lowered his head to kiss her neck.

Wan Chu’er struggled to dodge, but it was hardly a movement, and she only felt something sticky touch her skin, making her feel extremely nauseated.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the living room.

Before Li Gang and Wan Chu’er could react, an agile figure burst in. In a flash of lightning, Li Gang was sent flying off Wan Chu’er and crashed into the nearby wardrobe with a loud noise.

The trembling in Wan Chu’er’s body subsided, and she knew she had been rescued.

"Who are you?" Li Gang, clutching his chest, asked the man who had suddenly appeared.

The man, with an icy face, ignored Li Gang, simply pulling the thin blanket from the bed, tossing it over, and accurately covering Wan Chu’er.

"Miss Wan, you’re safe now, Captain Jiang will arrive shortly."

Hearing these words, Wan Chu’er’s throat tightened. It was indeed Jiang Kechu who had saved her!

She suppressed her excitement and said, "Thank you."

The man nodded and, as if picking up a small chicken, grabbed Li Gang, who was still struggling on the ground, and carried him out. Then he carefully closed the door to the bedroom.

Li Gang’s struggling voice came through: "Do you know who I am? Have you considered the consequences of provoking me? Let me go!..."

No matter how he cursed and threatened, the man opposite showed no response, simply stepping on him whenever he attempted to get up, pressing him back down to the floor, each step forceful.

Faced with such a fierce person, Li Gang panicked, pleading in pain, "Let me go, I’ll give you money, how about a hundred thousand? Two hundred thousand is also okay..."

The man didn’t even glance at him, continuing to step on him, keeping him on the ground.

Soon there was a knock on the door.

Jiang Kechu had arrived. Normally it would take forty minutes, but this time he took less than twenty.

Entering, he directly asked, "Where’s Wan Chu’er?"

"Miss Wan is in the bedroom."

Jiang Kechu finally glanced at Li Gang on the floor, his eyes shadowy and menacing like a sharpened blade, ready to flay Li Gang to pieces.

He had a myriad of ways to deal with him, but now was not the time.

"Take him away and hand him over to Chen Ke below."

After dropping this statement, Jiang Kechu entered the bedroom.

The living room quickly quieted down. Li Gang began to feel fear, unaware of what awaited him below; just as he was about to shout, his jaw was dislocated by someone, rendering him unable to make a sound.

Feeble and drained, Wan Chu’er finally felt grounded the very moment she heard Jiang Kechu’s voice in the bedroom, her heart settling down.

When she saw the silhouette of Jiang Kechu appearing at the bedroom door, tears began to stream down her face, and she murmured, "Jiang Kechu, you’ve come."

Jiang Kechu had always been acutely sensitive to sound, and he heard Wan Chu’er’s murmur distinctly—the boundless fear and reliance in her voice, and she didn’t call him ’Uncle Jiang’ this time, but directly used his name.

This nearly shattered Jiang Kechu’s heart—she had been wronged!

He felt even more loathing for Li Gang deep in his bones, and the Li Family would pay the price for this!

With that thought, he strode forward and in two steps was in front of Wan Chu’er. He squatted down and said gently,

"Good girl, I’m here."

He then saw the tear trails on Wan Chu’er’s face, hesitantly reached out his hand to wipe them away.

That’s when he noticed the vivid mark of a slap. His gaze narrowed, and his hand touched the imprint.

Wan Chu’er didn’t shrink away or show dislike to his touch. Instead, she found his hand warm and safe, even rubbing her face against his fingers.

Jiang Kechu was pleased, yet there was also a hint of anger at the bottom of his heart. Wan Chu’er was always independent and strong; when had she ever shown such vulnerability and helplessness? It must have been her ordeal today that frightened her.

"Chuchu, I’m sorry you had to suffer. Rest assured, this will never happen again."

Wan Chu’er’s heart finally calmed down completely, and she curved her lips, "I knew you would come to rescue me."

Jiang Kechu’s eyes softened as his hand slowly caressed her face, hoping to erase the mark of the slap.

After a while, Wan Chu’er slowly regained her composure and finally felt that her current state with Jiang Kechu was a bit off. She moved to the side and said,

"Uncle Jiang, thank you. Every time I’m in a wretched state, you appear by my side. You really have done a lot for me."

Jiang Kechu felt his tenderness being scattered into pieces—all so quickly restored? And she started calling him ’Uncle Jiang’ again.

"I am willing to do anything for you," he still said.

Wan Chu’er paused and then said, "I’ve been drugged, and now I feel weak all over, but I want to take a bath."

She was very uncomfortable in the places Li Gang had touched her and desperately wanted to take a bath to wash away all traces of Li Gang from her body.

Jiang Kechu paused, looked at Wan Chu’er, and asked, "Shall I help you bathe?"

Wan Chu’er stumbled inwardly, "Uncle Jiang, could you please open the window first? Li Gang must have blown some kind of knockout drug into the room. Let’s air it out, and then could you get me a glass of water? I need to sober up. I should be fine in a bit and can bathe myself."

Regrettably, Jiang Kechu stood up, opened the window, then turned on the bedside lamp before saying, "Wait here, I’ll go get you some water."

After pouring the water, Jiang Kechu helped Wan Chu’er sit up. Disliking the hard headboard, he held her in his arms and used one hand to feed her water.

Wan Chu’er stared at him in reproach, "Uncle Jiang, you could have supported me to sit on a chair to drink water."

Jiang Kechu cooed to her, "Be good, this is more convenient."