Reencarnei como esposa rejeitada de uma família rica? Agora estou bancando o príncipe de Pequim

“Hmph, Shi Yi, I’ve never seen a woman as despicable as you. Isn’t this what you wanted? I’ll satisfy you, but just this once. Whether you conceive a child with the Chu family’s blood depends on your fate.”

The man sneered contemptuously, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Shi Yi lifted her eyelids, and a bright light filled her vision.

Beside her, another man was undressing, his handsome features expressionless—refined and cold.

A splitting headache hit her. Hanging from the pristine white ceiling was an object more dazzling than diamonds, though she couldn’t tell what it was.

The air was thick with a pungent, unpleasant scent.

Where was this place?

Hadn’t she died pierced by a thousand arrows, ambushed by the enemy during the war with the Great Ming Kingdom?

Could this be the underworld?

Lost in thought, she suddenly felt the man in shorts lean over, pinning her beneath him and reaching to tear at her bellyband.

“Who are you? What do you want?” Shi Yi’s eyes blazed with fury.

“Shi Yi, stop pretending. Your little act won’t work on me. Didn’t you beg me to touch you? Well, I’m going to now.” The man grasped her chin, sneering coldly.

Furious, Shi Yi shouted, “Get lost, you shameless scoundrel.”

“Shi Yi, you’ve been watching too many dramas. Don’t talk nonsense to me.” Chu Yifan gripped her chin tightly, his lips curling in mockery as he bent down, ready to kiss her.

Shi Yi raised her hand to push against his chest, then delivered a swift kick to his groin. “You libertine, go to hell!”