Mr. Yang's face was slapped to the side. He looked at the sofa for a moment before turning his head around slowly to look at Song Qingchun.
There was anger and resentment on his face, but it also had a cold smile curved on it. Just as Song Qingchun thought he was going to scold her, he suddenly reached out to grab her hair, pull her head up, and slapped her twice on her face.
"You dare slap me? You will pay dearly for that."
The man seemed to have lost his rationality. As he cursed, he slammed Song Qingchun's head heavily against the floor. With no thought of whether his excessive force would hurt Song Qingchun, he tore her clothes apart.
The pain on her head caused Song Qingchun to become dazed. A moment later, she felt something sticky trickle down her face. When the liquid reached the edge of her lips, she tasted blood in her mouth.
She was stupefied until she heard something like a belt being unbuckled, and her whole body shivered. Then, she felt something wet and sticky on her collarbone, and her stomach turned. Like a crazy woman, she started to scream and struggle.
Her crazy struggle caught Mr. Yang by surprise. He lost control of her for a moment until he reached out angrily attempting to strangle her by the throat to pin her to the ground, but when his arm swiped past her face, she raised her head and chomped on it. There was a great force behind that bite; it felt like she was trying to tear a piece of meat off his bone. However, Mr. Yang was only angered by this assault. He raised his other arm and slammed it hard on the side of her head.
The pain caused Song Qingchun to loosen her bite. Mr. Yang took his chance to pry Song Qingchun's mouth open. When he saw the deep bite mark on his arm, his chest rose with anger. As he turned around to grab the glass of wine he had poured for Song Qingchun earlier, his face twisted in anger, and he cursed, "F*ck, fine, if you want to do this the hard way, we will. Do you really think I can't make you submit? After you drink this, you'll be begging me for more.
"Don't worry, I will not be the only one who will be servicing you tonight. I'll call my people over, and you will have the best night of your night. This is to reward you for hurting me."
Mr. Yang then pulled Song Qingchun by the hair and shoved the glass to her lips. "Drink, drink this!"
From the man's words, Song Qingchun knew the drink was drugged. If she was still conscious, she might have the opportunity to escape, but if she really drank it, then it would really be over. So, no matter how hard the man pushed the drink against her lips, Song Qingchun kept her mouth clamped shut.
Mr. Yang was obviously reaching the limit of his patience. His hand that was grabbing her hair moved to pinch her chin to force her mouth open. Then, he poured the drink into her mouth.
Song Qingchun shook her head around violently, but even so, a small amount of alcohol still filtered into her mouth and trickled down her throat.
A wave of endless despair instantly washed over her.