I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 692 - 547 Goal-done_2

Chapter 692: 547 Goal-done_2

Cui Zaiye nodded his head and walked alone into the villa.

About a dozen subordinates tacitly dispersed, guarding the entrance.

"Daddy!"

A small boy, around four or five years old, who had been playing with toys in the living room, saw Cui Zaiye and immediately got up, running over to him happily.

Cui Zaiye, a man with countless sins, revealed an incongruous look of doting affection, crouched down, caught the little boy who ran over, and then picked him up.

"Missed Daddy?"

"Missed!"

The little boy wrapped his arms around his neck, laughing with pure innocence.

The woman who had been playing with the child stood up, her sexy figure undoubtedly revealed.

"How come you have time to come over?"

Her voice was enchanting, with magnetic sensuality; her hair flowed in waves, her legs long and tight. Even though she was no longer young, the charm of a mature woman couldn’t be matched by that of a young girl.

If you could turn back the clock ten years, her face would probably not be alien to most Koreans.

Han Xizhen.

Model, actress.

She starred in many movies, at one time incredibly popular. Talking about her status in the entertainment industry, she had even surpassed Kim Joohyun at the height of her fame.

Yet, bafflingly, she chose to disappear from the limelight right at the peak of her career. Even though she never announced her departure from show business, she vanished from the public eye from then on.

Look at the scene before us.

Those fans who still thought of her probably would never imagine that the goddess they admired in their youth now had a child.

"There’s some business in Longshan Lane; just swung by to check on you all."

Cui Zaiye sat down on the sofa with the child in his arms, devoid of the ferocity and ruthlessness shown outside, playing and laughing with the child, just like an ordinary father.

He had lost a son, that was true.

But what few people knew was that he had another illegitimate child.

A man strives for a lifetime for nothing more than power, wealth, and women.

Years ago, as soon as he saw the alluring leading lady on TV, he instantly took a fancy to her and, using his power and status, claimed her as his own.

A budding actress with a promising future had to quit her acting career and became a hidden concubine.

As Cui Zaiye held his son, his rage finally began to subside.

He was already approaching fifty, and losing a son at this age was indeed a great sorrow in life; yet fortunately, he still had another son and had not lost his lineage.

After playing with his son for a while, Cui Zaiye had the nanny take the boy away.

Han Zhenxi, whose womanly allure only deepened with age, nestled obediently in his arms.

"Something happened?"

"Don’t ask about things you shouldn’t," Cui Zaiye suddenly retracted the smile he showed to his son, his tone indifferent.

Han Zhenxi immediately fell silent, "Staying for dinner?"

Cui Zaiye grunted in affirmation.

"I’ll have them prepare the meal."

Han Zhenxi was about to get up but was pulled back.

"Oh..."

A soft moan sounded.

Cui Zaiye’s hand had already gone inside her neckline.

"Be gentle..."

Han Zhenxi furrowed her brow slightly and coyly tapped his chest.

Cui Zaiye turned a deaf ear, disregarding her plea. Not only was there no gentleness, but he was even rougher, his fingers clenched tight, kneading fiercely.

Han Zhenxi’s brows showed pain as she lay in the arms of the man more than ten years her senior, like a tool meant only for pleasure, not daring to resist.

Through the thin and loose house clothes, one could vaguely see a hand moving relentlessly.

"Shouldn’t we go upstairs... the servants will see..."

For the actress whose fate was different from Kim Joohyun’s, it was unclear whether it was out of compulsion or resignation, her concern was utterly unnecessary.

The villa had five housekeepers, all very observant, busy with their work, not glancing towards the living room at all.

"What if they see?"

Cui Zaiye remained unmoved, his actions still brutal.

Han Zhenxi lay limp in his arms, her eyebrows tightly knit, yet her face flushed, as if drunk, her eyes watery.

At the prime age of thirty-something, and considering Cui Zaiye’s infrequent visits, it was quite difficult to endure.

Most mistresses in such a situation would likely harbor illusions of romance. Cases where mistresses cuckold their benefactors are not uncommon.

But what kind of person was Cui Zaiye?

Han Zhenxi wouldn’t dare to step out of line.

Cui Zaiye’s rough handling ignited both pain and pleasure in her long-deprived body, and she actively lifted her alluring face, closed her eyes, and offered up her red lips.

But Cui Zaiye seemed to look right through her, and the hand wreaking havoc under her clothes also stopped.

Han Zhenxi opened her eyes, confused.

Cui Zaiye withdrew his hand and got up dispassionately.

"Meal time."

Han Zhenxi’s mind went blank, as if she was about to get into character but someone called cut, and a strong sense of loss surged through her heart, followed by embarrassment.

She felt like a pet with no status whatsoever, someone who could be wantonly misused, completely ignoring her happiness or anger, even easily trampling on her dignity.

But what could she do?

The moment she chose to submit that year was the moment her fate was sealed.

Han Zhenxi could only force a smile, neaten her clothes, and rise to her feet.

Night.

In the end, Cui Zaiye did stay.

About ten subordinates took turns guarding in two shifts.

Some slept in the cars.

Others chatted idly at the villa’s door.

After all, they were in the wealthy district of Seoul, and there was naturally no need for high vigilance.

These relaxed criminals, due to the environment, didn’t notice that in the shadows of the distant trees, eyes were already silently watching them.

Inside the villa.

The child had already fallen asleep under the nanny’s comforting.

Next door.

Han Zhenxi, once sensational throughout the nation for her sensual charm, knelt on the spacious bed, screaming her lungs out.

Behind her.

Nearly fifty, Cui Zaiye had a fierce look on his face, his belt constantly lashing out.

Luckily, the villa’s soundproofing was strong enough; otherwise, it surely would have awakened the child.

"Whack whack whack whack whack..."

The constantly swinging shadow was projected against the wall by the light.

The scene was not enchanting; instead, it transmitted a heart-pounding brutality.

For someone like Cui Zaiye, he was not so easy to serve.

The more powerful the person, the more likely they were to have unusual predilections, which was why so many female stars couldn’t stand it and were driven to suicide.

If it were just a simple sacrifice of their bodies, they wouldn’t have gone to extremes.

"Zaiye, please, be gentle..."

Han Zhenxi begged desperately.

Cui Zaiye didn’t relent, instead, Han Zhenxi’s pleas seemed to act as a catalyst, making his expression even more ferocious as he gripped the belt tighter, treating her not like a person but an animal, whipping her all the harder.

At the villa’s entrance.

The men who had been chatting idly had slumped limply to the ground.

In the car.

The few who were resting lay on their backs, their eyes wide open with emptiness, no longer showing any sign of life.

The villa’s main gate had been silently opened at some point.

Because Cui Zaiye was staying over, the nannies had retired to their rooms early to rest.

The inside of the villa was dim with no lights.

"Rustle rustle rustle..."

Almost imperceptible sounds seemed like illusions.

Several shadows blended perfectly into the darkness, silently making their way upstairs.

"Spare me, spare me, help..."

The woman’s screams were utterly wretched, and even the good soundproofing couldn’t block it out, leaking out together with the faint light through the gap under the door.

The several shadows halted, exchanging glances.

One made a hand signal.

The shadows dispersed.

In the master bedroom.

Han Zhenxi was already covered in wounds, with horrifying whip marks crisscrossing her sleek, tender back, looking grotesque like a beautiful work of art savagely destroyed.

"Scream! Louder!"

Cui Zaiye’s brutality was on full display, devoid of any pity or tenderness, and as he spoke, he raised the belt for another strike.

And at that moment.

"Click."

A soul-shaking soft sound suddenly arose.

Cui Zaiye, ever vigilant, whipped his head around and was immediately shocked.

He saw a burly figure in tactical gear standing at the doorway; even upon seeing the unbearable scene in the room, the eyes behind the black mask showed no signs of agitation.

Without hesitation, Cui Zaiye released the belt and rushed towards the bedside table.

But he couldn’t reach it in time.

"Bang."

The bullet, silenced by a suppressor, narrowly grazed his scalp.

The bedding exploded open.

Cui Zaiye remained in a vulgar and pitiful posture, frozen in place.

"Goal-done."