The cold-hearted president falls in love with the vengeful princess

In a flash, Song Yuyan took a side step, her ankles nimble like a light fire wheel with wind, and she moved in front of Nan Zeyu in an instant. Then, she stretched out her arms, opened them, and hugged the man's tall waist from the front. Nan Zeyu was so angry that he wanted to punch Wen Zichen, who had a fake gentle smile on his face, but his back stiffened, his face trembled, and he lowered his eyes. The little guy was looking up at him pitifully.

Song Yuyan was hugging his waist tightly, her face was slightly red, her face was wrinkled, her eyebrows were full of pitiful "listen to me", her watery eyes were covered with a faint mist, which made her look more delicate, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her red lips bit her lower lip tightly, and her face had an expression of "no"

Nan Zeyu's obsidian eyes were full of secrecy. He lowered his eyes deeply to glance at Song Yuyan who was hugging his waist tightly. She blinked her big eyes, and her pupils shrank suddenly with nervousness. She half opened her moist red lips and said in a low and sad voice: Husband, don't, don't, beat him, okay, um...

The man's heart trembled when he heard the little girl's delicate and low pleading voice. He frowned slightly, pursed his thin lips, raised his hand, and gently stroked the back of her head with his big palm. His dark eyes met her watery eyes filled with astonishment. He nodded slightly, and his voice suppressed the anger that was about to explode, and he said in a deep voice: Okay, I promise you, I won't beat him.

Wen Zichen, who was standing opposite, saw this scene. A hint of sadness flashed across his gentle and deep eyes. His deep eyes were hurt by this scene. He pursed his thin lips, but a gentle smile still appeared at the corners of his light lips. He said softly in his voice: Song Yuyan, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. I'll come next time when I have time.

Can this Wen Zichen not speak? Will he die if he says one less word? Vaguely feeling the man's anger slowly rising again, Song Yuyan turned her head anxiously and looked at Wen Zichen standing opposite her. She said anxiously: "Okay, okay, if you have something to do, go and do it quickly. Next time, I'll decide, Mr. Wen."

The most urgent thing right now was to calm his emotions. Wen Zichen nodded slightly, his deep eyes flickering slightly. The distance was a little far, and Song Yuyan couldn't tell what kind of emotion was hidden in his eyes. He smiled gently with his thin lips, stretched out his hand and waved to Song Yuyan, then quickly turned sideways and walked towards the Porsche.

At almost the fastest speed, he opened and closed the car door, paused for a few seconds, then stepped on the accelerator and drove quickly away from the gate of the Nan family villa. Song Yuyan saw the shadow of his car getting smaller and smaller until it disappeared. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

Nan Zeyu's face was already dark with anger at this time, and his handsome face was full of rage. He looked directly at Song Yuyan, and Song Yuyan glanced at him tremblingly. He strode forward, raised his long fingers and clamped Song Yuyan's jaw. Song Yuyan felt a slight pain in her jaw. She met his cold black eyes filled with scarlet rage, her body stiffened, and her little face turned pale.

Nan Zeyu leaned down slightly, his black eyes full of anger glared at Song Yuyan's trembling face. She lowered her head, and her voice was like an angry beast, saying word by word: You, good job! Song Yuyan didn't dare to raise her eyes and look at him. She knew that he was really angry again this time, so she should say less!

The man's anger was about to explode in his chest, and the strength of his palm increased little by little. Song Yuyan bit her lip and lowered her head to endure it. Then, he pushed her away, turned sideways, and his whole face was as cold as ice and snow breaking out of an icy cave. His back was stiff, and he said in a cold voice: I don't want to hurt you, don't talk to me tonight, Song Yuyan.

Song Yuyan was pushed away by Nan Zeyu and almost staggered and fell. She lowered her head and listened to him say these words. Her body stiffened. Is he so angry... After Nan Zeyu finished speaking, he didn't even look at Song Yuyan. He took a step and walked quickly towards the door of the villa. Hearing the loud kicking sound on the door behind her, Song Yuyan trembled with fear.

It was her fault this time, but in order to avoid conflicts between the two, she had no choice but to do this. She was willing to accept this punishment. Song Yuyan's eyes were slightly red, her eyes were filled with moisture, and her little hands were clenched into fists.

The sky gradually darkened. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window of the villa room on the third floor, a man was holding a crystal glass filled with whiskey. His big hand holding the crystal glass seemed to want to crush it. His pair of dark eyes slanted at the petite little girl standing at the door of the villa, with her head down, silently being punished. She was wearing a light pink princess dress. The gentle chiffon dress made her skin look even whiter like snow.

Nan Zeyu's face was dark with anger, and his dark eyes glared at the petite figure who didn't move at all. "Well, Song Yuyan, you are so stubborn, right?" He raised his head and drank the strong whiskey in the crystal glass, then angrily smashed the crystal glass on the floor-to-ceiling window.

With a "shatter" sound, the crystal glass broke into pieces, emitting a strong smell of whiskey. Nan Zeyu's face was like that of an enraged beast, dark, gloomy and extremely cold. Without staying for long, he turned around, walked out of the floor-to-ceiling window, then slammed the window door shut and drew the curtains.

Very good, Song Yuyan, you would rather not explain to me why you did this, but you still want to resist me like this, right? Nan Zeyu was furious like a beast that could no longer hold back. He raised his hand and tore off his tie with anger, then threw it to the ground. Then, he walked quickly to the bar, his black eyes emitting scarlet anger, and swung the three bottles of top-grade red wine on the bar. All three bottles of "Cilakala" red wine were thrown onto the carpet and shattered.

Outside the villa door, Song Yuyan still stood with her head down and her body tense, not moving. Even though she felt a burst of pain in her neck, she still stood there. Since she had said that to Wen Zichen, she would bear the punishment alone. She glanced at the time on her watch and it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

She couldn't cry out for hunger. She was a sinner now and was being punished. The person punishing her was none other than Nan Zeyu, a wealthy man who loved her unlike himself. The lights outside the villa had been slowly turned on, shining outside the villa, so beautiful and dazzling like a dream.

Song Yuyan's eyes were already red and hot. She bit her red lips tightly to prevent the tears from falling. Her lips were so painful from biting and a fishy-sweet blood oozed out, but she still bit her lips tightly. Her eyebrows were tightly knitted and her whole face was as white as paper.

Her body was about to collapse to the ground, but she still held on tightly, not letting herself fall. Song Yuyan felt wronged, extremely wronged, but she was willing to accept this punishment, and she was determined to do it to the end.

Time passed by minute by minute, the sky was completely dark, the clouds were also dark, and there was a slight sound of breeze swaying around the villa. Song Yuyan didn't know what time it was, she only knew that she felt a vague feeling of hunger in her stomach. The next second, she felt a faint pain in her lower abdomen. Song Yuyan's heart sank, it must be time for her period...

The pain became more and more intense, her body trembling and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Her face, as white as paper, lost all its color due to the pain. She felt a faint warmth in her lower abdomen and her ears began to buzz. Slowly, Song Yuyan could no longer bear the pain, her consciousness became blurred, and she fell to the ground uncontrollably like a soft candy.

She struggled to half open her eyes, her red lips moved, and she shouted softly: Nan Zeyu, come here, save me! As soon as she finished speaking, Song Yuyan lost consciousness and passed out in pain. In the room, the man suddenly collapsed on the sofa. There was no light in the room, and it was as dark as a bottomless pit.

Nan Zeyu lowered his brows and slumped on the sofa. The blue veins on his forehead were faintly exposed. Under the light and shadow refracted into the room from the window outside the sofa, the blue veins appeared clearly. Suddenly, there was a rapid knock on the door.

Nan Zeyu quickly got up from the sofa and walked to the door with quick steps. He was not drunk, just a little dazed. When the man opened the door, he saw Li Ma standing outside with a deathly pale face. Li Ma saw the door was opened.

She was so anxious that her whole body was shaking, her face was as pale as death, and she cried out in a trembling voice: "Young Master, Young Master, it's bad, Young Madam, Young Madam, Young Madam, she has fainted outside the gate of the villa, you should go and check on her quickly!"

Before Li Ma finished her sentence, Nan Zeyu pushed Li Ma to the ground with his footsteps like a walking beast, and then ran out of the door. He kept running downstairs, muttering with his thin lips: Yanyan, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me, it's my fault, wait for me!

The man's steps were as fast as a flying arrow. He passed through the back garden of the villa and ran out of the villa. His tall body shook suddenly, his black eyes shrank and widened in an instant, and his face was as pale as paper. Outside the villa door, Song Yuyan fell on her side like an elf in the night. Her light pink princess dress was stained with a large pool of blood. Nan Zeyu walked over with trembling steps, and his black eyes fell on her.

He squatted down and turned Song Yuyan's body over, then held up her pale face with his big hands. Her eyes were quietly closed, and there was a slight trace of blood on her red lips. When he looked down, he saw a large pool of blood on the light pink princess dress next to her, some of which had dried up and some was still bleeding.

Nan Zeyu panicked. He slapped Song Yuyan's face with his big hand and said in a trembling voice: What's wrong? Wake up, wake up, Yanyan, what's wrong with you? He stood up, took off his suit jacket, covered her light pink princess dress, then gently picked her up, turned around, and walked quickly into the villa.

In the hall of the villa, Ye Mingxuan saw her son running in with Song Yuyan in his arms. Her face turned pale with fear and she ran forward quickly. When she saw Song Yuyan's pale face and tiny traces of blood oozing from her red lips, she stopped breathing and looked up at her son. She said in a trembling voice: How could this happen, Xiaoyu, what happened to Xiaoyan? Speak up!

Nan Zeyu was so frightened that his whole body was shaking. All the servants in the villa came over, including the housekeepers. He carried her to the sofa in the villa and said in a sharp voice like a sword: "Immediately, immediately, call Dr. Jiang to come to me, and have him come to the villa within half a minute!"

Butler Long was so scared that he immediately ran forward. When he glanced at the pale-faced young lady, he hurriedly said in a trembling voice: "Okay, okay, young master, don't worry, I'll call Dr. Jiang to come right away." After saying that, Butler Long immediately turned around and walked quickly towards the study room in the villa hall.

Nan Zeyu gently placed Song Yuyan on the sofa and wrapped her tightly in his suit jacket. The blood spread to his suit jacket. Ye Mingxuan ran over and saw the scene. He cried out in anxiety and scolded his son: What did you do again? What did you do to Xiaoyan? Why is she bleeding? What should I do...

Ye's mother cried anxiously, pacing back and forth, her face pale. Wang Ma, who was standing next to Ye Mingxuan, glanced at the young lady on the sofa. She spoke in a faint voice: "Young lady, this doesn't look like she's injured. Could it be that her period has come? So..."

Nan Zeyu turned around, piercing the servant Wang Ma fiercely with his dark eyes, his face was as cold as ice, his brows were tightly knitted, and he shouted angrily: What are you still standing there for? Bring me hot water immediately, hurry up, go to me right now!

Su Ma was so frightened that her whole body was trembling with fear. Her breathing stagnated. She bent down and said in a trembling voice: "Okay, okay, Master, I'll go right away." Ye Mingxuan was so scared that she walked to Nan Zeyu's side. She bent down, lowered her eyes, and glared at her son with a cold face. She cried and choked: "Son, Xiaoyan will be okay, right? She is bleeding a lot. I heard that some women who bleed too much during their periods will go into shock!"

When Nan Zeyu heard what his mother said, he was frightened and hurriedly took off his dark-colored shirt, even ripping the buttons open. Then, he took it off and covered his suit jacket with it. He squatted down and held her clenched fist tightly in his big hands, blowing air into her hands. His black eyes stared at her on the sofa. It was his fault and he shouldn't let her be punished like this.

Nan Zeyu was so angry that he wanted to punch himself a few times, calling him a fucking bastard, but when he thought of what Song Yuyan said to Wen Zichen about next time, he was so angry that he was going crazy, but seeing Song Yuyan's unconscious appearance now, his whole limbs were in pain, and a trace of pain flashed across his deep black eyes. He said in a nervous voice: It's my fault, Yanyan, when you wake up you can punish me however you want, you can even bite me to death, but you have to hold on, okay?