Strategy to Capture Men

The accountant walked out from a jewelry store.

He had just purchased a ring. It had been very expensive, but he was paid well, and he could afford it. It was also why he felt that he could support Lin Xinya all her life.

He grasped the box through the inner pocket of his clothes, wanting to propose to her in person, wanting her to know his resolve to marry her.

But when he got to the parking lot, he found a luxury car suspended in front of his own car, blocking his way. Going over, he tapped on the door of the driver's seat and asked, "Sir, will you please move your car?"

There was no movement from the driver's seat, but the door on the passenger side opened, and a pair of black leather shoes swung out onto the concrete floor.

The accountant looked at the man, uncomprehending. He could feel that the freezing air about the man was directed at him. For an ordinary man whose spiritual power was only B-class, such an air made one tremble.

Glancing at the accountant, the man made a small move with the right hand that had been hanging at his side. There was a burst of spiritual power, and the accountant went flying, hit a pillar, and finally fell. A small box tumbled out from his pocket and rolled a few times before stopping, and was quickly soaked in a wash of red blood.

The man walked over, treading on the blood, and picked up the box. When he opened it, the gemstone on the ring caught the light. It was very obviously an engagement ring.

He stared at it awhile, and then said very gently, "Ha."

Tossing the box away, he strode toward the terrified accountant...

The apartment's doorbell jingled all of a sudden, and Xinya heard the sound of the door opening and closing. Someone had just let themselves in.

"Xiao Ke? Why are you back today?" she called, putting down her brush and untying her apron.

As Tang Ke got older, he no longer needed his mother to take him everywhere like she had when he was a child. He could take a taxi by himself, and occasionally on non-weekends, he would come back in the evening and leave early the next day.

Xinya thought her son had come home. Taking off her apron, she walked out of the studio. As she lifted the apron over her head, she looked up and saw the man standing at the front door.

Her apron fell to the floor, and her blood seemed to instantly drop below freezing.

Every woman looked happy to see him but Lin Xinya. The moment she saw him, all that showed in her eyes was fear. Like a frog being stared at by a snake, she stood there, not daring to move.

He had tried to do what he did to her with other women. With old lovers and new ones, with younger girls.

Some of them cried in fear, while others did their best to cooperate. But no matter who it was, no matter what he did, he couldn't replicate the pleasure Lin Xinya gave him.

She was special.

As a result, he had kept her at arms length. Even if it was merely the pleasure of trampling on her, his principles as patriarch would not allow for a 'special' existence.

'Special' people were weaknesses.

He was a man who could be said to be self-indulgent, but who could also be said to be  very self-disciplined. He hadn't seen her for a year and four months now, and had forgotten about her existence. He could have put her down.

Unfortunately, Yanyan had brought her back to his attention.

Her long hair was messily tied back, and several strands were loose. Standing there stiffly, not daring to move, she was still just like a... a little white rabbit about to be caught and killed, calling out to his most primitive instincts.

Sure enough, she was special.

Patriarch Han headed to the living room.

Xinya's eyes fell upon the right hand hanging by his side. It was stained red. As he walked, a drop of red liquid fell to the floor.

"Are you... are you hurt?" she asked hesitantly.

"No, just dirty," said Patriarch Han casually, sitting on the sofa, "Bring me a towel."

Xinya ran to the bathroom for a towel and a small basin of water.

Sitting on the armchair, Patriarch Han put out his right hand. She put the water down on the coffee table and knelt to help him wipe it gently. When the blood was gone, there were no traces left on his hand. As expected, he wasn't injured. That had been someone else's blood.

"Aren't you going to ask whose blood it is?" he said.

Xinya didn't look up. She gently shook her head.

The corners of his mouth curved, and he brought something out from his trouser pocket. "You dropped something."

He opened the hand. In his palm was a ring.

You dropped something.

What is it?

This.

This, is this...?

Darling, will you marry me?

I will!

That was the plot of a soap opera that would never happen to them. Crouching on the ground, Xinya examined the ring carefully and shook her head with certainty. "This isn't mine."

"Yes, it is," Patriarch Han said lightly. "A man bought it for you, all ready to propose. An accountant. "

After a second of silence, Xinya snapped her head up.

She stared into his eyes, then moved her gaze to the basin on the coffee table. She had wrung out the towel only twice, and yet the water in the basin was already red!

Her mouth trembling, she vigorously tapped the smartwatch on her wrist, activating the screen. When she opened the address book, her fingers shook so hard that she almost pressed the wrong name.

The phone number that she dialed could not be connected.

Xinya sprang to her feet. But Patriarch Han was faster. He rose before her and bound her into his arms.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Xinya screamed herself hoarse. "Where is he?! What did you do to him? What did you do to him?!"

"Don't bother," Patriarch Han replied coldly. "He no longer exists in this world."

Pa--

Xinya had just slapped him.

Patriarch Han's first slap since the moment he was born had come from this cowardly woman.

That cowardly rabbit, her eyes red and her voice hoarse, asked, "Did you kill him?"

Patriarch Han stroked his reddened cheek, his expression cold. His hand darted out as fast as lightning and grabbed her throat.

"Lin Xinya," he said, squeezing his voice out through his teeth, "No woman has ever dared to hurt me before. You sure are courageous."

His threat didn't frighten her.

"Since you looked into it, you should know that nothing happened." Her eyes were so red that it seemed as though she was about to cry tears of blood. "I wanted something from you, so however you treated me, I admit it, I brought it all upon myself!"

"But he wasn't involved! He had nothing to do with me at all!" She gnashed her teeth, struggling and tearing at him like a crazed woman. "Why did you hurt an innocent man?! Why?!"

Patriarch Han tightened his hand. Xinya began having difficulty breathing, and grasped onto his wrist. But she neither cried nor begged.

Instead, she lifted her chin just a little. When she did so, her body straightened itself up naturally. She stood tall, her neck upright. She had once been the daughter of a wealthy family, and all those little traces of her upbringing that had been carved into her bones since childhood emerged once more.

This man had once grabbed her throat while making love to her, and had only let go just as she was about to die. It was a nightmare that had once made her tremble to remember it.

But now she was no longer afraid. When a person had nothing left, there was nothing to fear.

She looked him in the eye and waited to die.