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Everything became blurry. When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by layers of chains and lifeless paintings hanging on pale walls.
The effects of the anesthesia hadn't worn off yet. My head throbbed, and as I closed my eyes again, I felt a sharp pain in my wrist, accompanied by a soft chuckle.
"You're awake, darling."
I widened my eyes and looked at the face of Qin Hao before me, instantly feeling more alert.
This wasn't a hospital; Qin Hao had finally acted against me.
I tried to sit up, but he pressed me back down. "Jiao Jiao, you just had surgery. You can't move around too much; be careful with your facial wounds."
My face was wrapped in bandages; I had indeed undergone plastic surgery.
Soon, I would have a brand new face and a completely new identity.
"Don't be afraid, Jiao Jiao. I can finally have you."
He twisted my hands behind my back, rendering me immobile, and held me tightly in his arms.
Feeling the warmth on my neck, he looked blissful, like a little puppy.
A puppy that still needed to learn a few things.
He called me Jiao Jiao?
Oh dear, things were turning out to be more interesting than I had imagined.
He knew about my previous identity as Lin Yueyue; he was quite the clever little puppy.
"Are you surprised, Feng Jiaojiao?"
He smiled with a hint of pride. "Do you know how long I've been looking for you?"
As I looked at his smile, a face flashed through my mind for a brief moment.
No, it shouldn't be.
"Are you so scared that you can't speak, Jiao Jiao? Don't be afraid; I won't hurt you as long as you behave."
I obediently let him hold me. "But it seems you've got the wrong person. I'm Lin Yueyue."
"Is that so?"
He suddenly burst into laughter.
The door behind him opened, and the shadows of past nightmares reflected down, enveloping me and rendering me motionless.
He still liked to wear a trench coat, gazing down at me with amusement as he savored my fear. His long fingers held the chain that had bound me for two years, slowly wrapping it around my neck while he gently chuckled, "Long time no see, my dear sister."
Without freedom, trapped in the Dark Room, the only person I could see each day was him.
When he was happy, he would grip my neck and pull me close, pinching my face and kissing me without restraint.
When he was unhappy, he would sit on the edge of the bed and beckon, "Jiao Jiao, come here."
If I was even a moment slow, he would kick me and pin me to the floor to torment me.
He treated me like a pet—one that obeyed him, made him happy, allowed him to toy with me, with no thoughts of my own.
He seemed to have forgotten that I am his sister.
Even though we are not blood-related, for those fifteen years in our restructured family, he had been diligently playing the role of a good brother.
He was always kind to me, gently caring for me, standing up for me at school, punishing those who bullied me.
But after our parents died in a car accident, he suddenly changed his demeanor, using all the methods he once employed to torment others on me instead.
"Jiao Jiao, you are my little kitten. Listen to your brother, and I will take care of you for life."
Every time he whispered "Jiao Jiao" in my ear, it felt like a curse upon me, yet also a shackle on him.
I gave him two years, but it seemed he wasn't done playing yet.
However, I had lost my patience. So when I left, I gave him a parting gift that should have cost him half his life.
Little did I expect there would still be a reunion.
"Jiao Jiao, don't be naughty now."
His hand gripping my neck was cold, making my body tremble uncontrollably.
Yet he smiled so gently. But I understood; he relished in my fear and then shattered the facade of calmness I tried to maintain.
So I struggled desperately: "No, you can't. Let go of me, let go of me! I'm not Lin Yueyue."
"Jiao Jiao, be good. Don't move; it will pull at your wounds."
He skillfully tightened his grip again, and I became that pet once more, chained in the basement.
"Jiang Wenxuan, hand her over to me," Qin Hao said as he approached, gripping my shoulder. "You said if I help you get her back, you would let me play with her for a few days."
Jiang Wenxuan didn't respond; instead, he smiled and asked me, "Jiao Jiao, do you want to go with him?"
I couldn't believe it. There was no way Jiang Wenxuan would willingly give me up to Qin Hao.
I took back my earlier compliment about Qin Hao being somewhat clever. He seemed oblivious to the fact that Jiang Wenxuan was playing him.
Tears welled up in my eyes as Qin Hao tightened his grip on my shoulder. I clung to Jiang Wenxuan, treating him like a lifeline.
Desperately, I held onto his hand and pleaded, "No, I won't go. Brother, Jiao Jiao will be good. Jiao Jiao will listen; please don't send me away to someone else."
Sure enough, Jiang Wenxuan's smile widened with satisfaction; he enjoyed my display of dependence on him.
"Jiao Jiao, then you belong only to your brother."
"No, Jiang Wenxuan, you promised me," Qin Hao said angrily as he stepped forward to pull me away.
Jiang Wenxuan seized his wrist and stepped in front of me protectively. "So what if I did?"
"You are being untrustworthy!" Qin Hao shouted in frustration.
"Yes. You can leave now."
Jiang Wenxuan raised his hand to block Qin Hao's punch and pulled me back a few steps.
Soon after, a group of people rushed in and surrounded Qin Hao.
"You can leave now." Jiang Wenxuan raised his hand.
"You played dirty!" Qin Hao gritted his teeth, unwillingly clenching his fists, but in the end, he was escorted out by Jiang Wenxuan's people.
When it was just me and Jiang Wenxuan left in the dark room, it felt as if the entire world had fallen silent.
Jiang Wenxuan looked at me, his gaze darkening as he gripped my neck and pressed me to the ground.
My knees hit the floor painfully, and I bit my lip, tears streaming down my face as I stared at him.
"Jiao Jiao, did you think your plan to escape with that doctor was flawless? Did you really believe I should be lying on a hospital bed for the rest of my life like a vegetable?"
With my chin held firmly in his grip, I had no choice but to lift my head and endure his sinister scrutiny.
"You little fool, didn't expect me to survive, did you? This past year has just been my indulgence towards you."
I noticed his leg was injured, less agile than before. Tsk tsk, after such a serious car accident, he only broke one leg—what a lucky man.
"You shouldn't have touched your face; I don't like it. You should return to your original self."
"Are you going to run away again? Hmm?"
Tears welled up in my eyes as I pleaded with red-rimmed eyes, "I won't dare anymore, brother. I promise I won't dare again."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Heh, you little devil."
It turns out that the doctor really performed surgery on me. It was not to turn me into Lin Xingxing, but to return me to the starting point of Feng Jiaojiao. "That's great, Jiao Jiao, this is you." Jiang Wenxuan stroked my face, his eyes almost obsessed, and full of undisguised aggression. I know what he wants to do. He has been waiting for the day when I recover. He has been patient for too long. I can't escape, so I'll play with him. Jiang Wenxuan is getting crazier and crazier. It seems that in the year I was not with him, he had a hard time and could not control his emotions more and more. "Jiao Jiao, Qin Hao seems to like you very much and came to me more than once." He touched my face and asked with a gloomy smile, "What do you think I should do?" Here he comes again, this extremely insecure person, always trying to prove something to me. I was also tired of those two years of boring games, so I lazily leaned in his arms and said, "Then give me to him." According to Jiang Wenxuan's increasingly extreme temper, Qin Hao should have taken action long ago if he coveted me like this. However, he only complained in front of me, which was probably to test me, and it was probably because Qin Hao was not that easy to deal with. He was so irritable these days, probably because of this. The atmosphere suddenly became gloomy, and he suddenly tightened my Neck. "Do you want to go with him?"
"Brother, I was wrong," I said, skillfully admitting my mistake.
"Do you like him?" Jiang Wenxuan's expression darkened. "Did you run away from me for him?"
"How could that be, brother? I did it all for you." I linked my arm with his. "Brother, did Qin Hao hurt you?"
Jiang Wenxuan's face soured at the mention of his rival; being ambushed and injured by an enemy was indeed quite embarrassing.
"Brother, I can't drag you down. If it comes to it, just send me away as long as it ensures your safety."
"Impossible. Even if I die, I won't let him touch a single hair on you."
"But brother, your injuries..."
He wouldn't let me finish, repeating frantically, "I will kill him. I will kill him."
"Brother, you can't kill him. Taking a life comes with consequences."
His eyes reddened as he suddenly grasped my hand tightly. "You don't want him to die?"
"No, brother, I'm doing this all for you."
With sincere tears in my eyes, I looked at him pitifully and said, "Brother, please don't be angry. I'll listen to whatever you say."
Jiang Wenxuan, aren't you going mad? Then let me give you a little push.
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