Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 319 - 332: The Imprisoned Girl

With a glance, the family doctor retreated.

He took a syringe and liquid from a pile of medical equipment, filled it fluidly, his movements seamless.

She shrank back in fright. That thick syringe was filled with an unknown amount of liquid—what would be the result if it was all injected into her body? She had heard quite clearly what the family doctor said just now—her current physical condition was not suitable for this injection! "Lu Shifeng, don’t mess around," she trembled, speaking with extreme caution. "What if you make things worse?"

He completely ignored her, his long, steady fingers gently pushing the syringe upwards, the air inside it expelled with a small burst of liquid, forming a shimmering mist in the air.

He walked towards her, syringe in hand.

Her legs went weak; she wanted to flee desperately, but the bedroom was only so large, and she was easily caught after just a few steps.

Lu Shifeng twisted her arms behind her back, pressing her face and torso down against the bed, standing firm behind her.

The cold satin sheets irritated her delicate skin, and in terror and despair, she cried out shrilly, "You can’t do this! Lu Shifeng!"

He suppressed all her struggles. "It’s too late, Su Xingyu."

A needle pierced her arm.

She only felt an unbearable sharp pain; the liquid was both chilling and scorching, like flames or sulfuric acid searing her veins, as if her veins might burst and melt at any moment. She let out a muffled cry of pain, trembling all over, cold sweat pouring down her body and spine, her complexion ashen.

She didn’t know how she endured that bout of agony. Her vision blurred, and she heard what seemed like a distant voice: "Does it hurt? This is a specially formulated injection, several times more potent than ordinary stimulant injections. And yes, it hurts several times more. Su Xingyu, this is all your fault. Did you think if you couldn’t get pregnant, I’d divorce you? Would you rather be infertile for life than have children with me?"

Lu Shifeng grabbed her long hair and flipped her over, staring at her face, pale without a trace of blood. "Let me tell you, that’s not happening."

He had never been so angry in his life, the overwhelming rage had already consumed his reason. All his life, he was adored and honored, his orders obeyed without question, yet with her, he suffered such great setbacks, being calculated and deceived, given a fatal blow on the most crucial issue of heirs.

If it weren’t for Zhuang Heng exposing this, perhaps he’d have been kept in the dark for a lifetime, not understanding why she couldn’t get pregnant for no apparent reason!

He pulled her long hair and threw her onto the bed, pressing down on her, invading without mercy.

She let out another cry of pain, extremely weak, trying to push him away but utterly powerless, having no choice but to let him do whatever he wanted...

The lights in the bedroom were scattered, broken clothes, satin, the used syringe scattered all over, the two figures on the large bed entangled, casting ghostly shadows on the wall...

Hell...

What is hell...

She thought miserably under his body, she was back again.

No, perhaps she had never left, only deceived by the gentle illusion of the devil, and now he had torn off his mask, throwing her back to her original form.

From beginning to end, she was nothing but his plaything, a tool for bearing children...

In pain and despair, she fainted.

In the days that followed, he continued to confine her, bringing stimulant injections at night, ruthlessly injecting the medication into her body despite her screams and cries, then violently invading...

She begged him to let her go, telling him maybe it was Zhuang Heng who had drugged her food.

But Lu Shifeng said, "At this point, you still slander Zhuang Heng? The black and white on your medical records states clearly—I specifically went to the hospital to check—you personally saw the doctor three months ago and willingly took birth control pills!"

Su Xingyu cried, "But I stopped the pills later! Someone must have tampered with my food when I wasn’t looking!"

Lu Shifeng sneered, "The investigation shows you’ve been on medication since shortly after marrying me, and you expect me to believe you suddenly repented three months ago? Food? If you don’t accept this, I’ll just investigate, and if the results show there’s no issue, we’ll see what you have to say!"

He really sent people to investigate this matter.

Following her claims, a thorough check was conducted on the daily lunches, and the relevant personnel at Blade Headquarters’ cafeteria were secretly interrogated numerous times, but only one result emerged—

No issues with the food.

He slammed the investigation results in her face, "What else do you have to say?"

She shook her head in disbelief, "No... impossible..."

If it wasn’t an issue with the food, then where was the problem? She couldn’t understand, only looking at Lu Shifeng as if grasping for the last straw of hope: "Lu Shifeng, you have to believe me! There must be a mistake with this investigation result! I really haven’t taken birth control pills since then, truly!"

"Still dare to argue?" He sneered, yet again threw her down, "Su Xingyu, just lie quietly on this bed and give me a child. If you can’t give birth, don’t even think about going anywhere!"

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, breaking her heart.

He had confiscated her phone, severing contact with the outside world.

She didn’t know what the media outside might have reported after that scandal at the wedding, nor what her friends and colleagues thought of her.

She hadn’t gone to work for several days, confined, only able to move within the limited space of the villa. She tried to escape over the courtyard wall as she had long ago when she fled home, but without Xia Ling’s help and no rope ladder, her frail and depleted body stood no chance.

He found out.

He humiliated her harshly, procuring steel shackles from somewhere, cuffing her hands to the bedpost.

"Su Xingyu, you brought this upon yourself, you better pray you get pregnant soon, or else, don’t expect me to ever release you from this bed!" he said to her cruelly.

She trembled all over, facing his demonic gaze, unable to utter a word of pleading.

She didn’t know what kind of devil she had ignorantly fallen in love with—how did she end up so blind, thinking he was someone to love...

Now she didn’t dare stay by his side for even a second if she could escape, she would forget him completely, forget this ridiculous love entirely!

But she couldn’t escape.

He had cuffed her to the bed, covered with only a thin nightgown. For his convenience, it wasn’t properly buttoned up, barely covering her chest and thighs, liable to slip off with the slightest movement. During the day, she tormented in agony, waiting for his return at night, when he personally fed her, brought the chamber pot to the bed to help her with bodily functions.

She could have died from shame and indignation; even a gentle-tempered girl like her had learned to curse him with every vile word she knew, trembling all over, breaking down in tears.