Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: Handsome Men Keep Chasing After Me

Chapter 72

The night wind was chilly, and a damp, cold rain was falling, creating a somewhat oppressive atmosphere.

Nalan Jingwen quickly found Jinse's courtyard based on her memory, landing precisely under the crabapple tree. Petals fluttered down, falling with the fine rain onto her shoulders, lessening the oppressive atmosphere.

Jinse's room was brightly lit with candles; she seemed to still be awake.

He took two steps forward, then suddenly stopped, his expression hardening.

There was another person's presence in the room.

Sure enough, a woman's angry voice came from inside the house.

"Scream! I'll show you! Did I pay you to be a mute?! Who are you trying to impress with your high and mighty attitude?!"

Then came the sound of a whip striking flesh, and the man's muffled groans of suppressed pain.

"Why don't you scream?! What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for? You don't even know how many men you've slept with, you shameless slut. You're so old, we only chose you because you still have some looks left, and you're already putting on airs!!"

Then came the crisp sound of a slap and the clanging of chains. No one knew what the other party had done, but the man, who had been able to suppress his voice, suddenly screamed out, his voice filled with misery and pain.

"ah!---"

"Don't……"

He cried out in pain, his voice hoarse, filled with despair and helplessness.

The woman was satisfied upon hearing his voice.

"Beg me, and I'll consider it less harshly."

The man was still sobbing softly, but refused to say another word.

Another crisp slap followed by a woman's angry roar.

"I'll make you beg me! You shameless hussy! I'll see how long you can keep this up!"

Nalan Jingwen's hands were clenched tightly at his sides, his face was cold and gloomy, and his eyes were pitch black, as if an endless storm was brewing. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning appeared on the horizon, illuminating the entire sky as if it were daytime, tearing the night sky apart, and the rain fell even harder.

She slowly walked to the door, raised her hand to cover the door, gathered her profound energy in her palm, and in an instant the wooden door exploded and shattered, with wood chips flying everywhere.

"Who dares to interrupt my good time! Do they have a death wish?!"

— (Deleted)

"Who are you?! Get out of here! Where's the madam?! What's going on?!"

Nalan Jingwen's gaze fell on the whip in her hand, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He slowly walked towards her, his aura imposing.

The woman was so frightened that she stood frozen in place.

Nalan Jingwen glanced at her, his eyes dark and deep, revealing no emotion. He reached out and snatched the brothel from her hand, then slapped it hard across her body.

A piercing scream rang out in an instant, and the skin was torn open.

Such pain... I wonder how long Jinse has been tormented.

"Who are you?! How dare you hit me?!"

Another thud, and her face contorted in pain, two bloody welts appeared on her body, and she collapsed to her knees.

"You bitch!!"

"Snapped."

The slap landed on her lips, and shocking marks immediately appeared on her face.

Nalan Jingwen's eyes were devoid of any emotion, only icy coldness. He kept waving the whip in his hand, and the woman who had been stubborn was now covered in bruises from being whipped.

He threw the shovel to the ground, grabbed the person on the ground, and threw them out the door with a loud bang, followed by the woman's painful screams.

Nalan Jingwen lifted his foot and walked to the bedside. The man's body was trembling, his eyes were closed, and his whole body was shocking. There were deep wounds on his hands and feet, which were locked by iron chains. They were left during the struggle. His ten fingers were swollen and dark purple, and there were even silver needles stuck in the fingertips. Fingertips were scattered on the ground next to him.

Nalan Jingwen's pupils were tightly locked, and the surrounding atmosphere was icy cold.

How painful must it be for your fingers to be connected to your heart?

He raised his hand and snapped the cold chains, freeing his hands and feet.

Jinse lay there like a broken and tattered rag doll, her eyes red and swollen, as if she had given up and had no will to live. She was lifeless, and apart from the slight rise and fall of her chest, one would really think she was dead.

Nalan Jingwen took the blanket, covered him with it, wrapped him up, and held him in his arms, being very careful not to hurt him.

The body in her arms trembled again, instinctively feeling fear and wanting to escape her embrace.

Nalan Jingwen gently pressed him down.

"Jinse, it's me."

The person in her arms slowly opened their eyes. Their unfocused pupils dilated the moment they saw Nalan Jingwen, and a look of terror appeared on their face. They struggled violently, trying to escape from her embrace.

Fearing she might hurt him, she had no choice but to let go.

Jinse kept shrinking into the corner of the bed, covering her face. The bed was covered in blood and unspeakable things.

His voice was hoarse and broken, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"Don't look...please...don't look..."

"I'm so dirty...please...don't look at me..."

He huddled up, pleading and sobbing, overwhelmed by immense fear. He even forgot to refer to himself as a slave, fearing only that Nalan Jing would see him in such a broken and wretched state.

No, she couldn't let him taint her eyes.

Nalan Jingwen frowned, watching him plead as he tried to hide his own shame.

He was completely naked. Outside, a fierce wind howled, accompanied by thunder and lightning. The drizzle turned into a torrential downpour, making the dilapidated door creak and sway. The cold wind blew into the room, dispelling the gloomy atmosphere.

Jinse was still pleading, begging her not to look at her.

It's so dirty, really so dirty.

Nalan Jingwen's eyes were dark and unfathomable.

He pulled the person huddled in the corner out, held him in his arms, and silently used his profound energy to remove the needles from the person's fingertips. He then stroked the person's long, smooth, black hair, speaking softly.

"Don't be afraid, I'm coming."

Jinse struggled painfully, tears streaming down her face, her voice choked with sobs and sorrow.

"Please... don't look at me..."

He hadn't cried out despite being tortured like this, but the moment he saw Nalan Jingwen, he was terrified and helpless, and completely broke down.

How can I let her see me like this?

He didn't care about anyone else; they were just broken shells, already tortured beyond recognition. How could it be her?

Why her?!

Upon hearing this, Nalan Jing simply kissed away his salty, bitter tears.

“It’s not dirty. Jinse is the cleanest and most beautiful.”