Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal
Chapter 115: Sign or Die, Make Your Choice!

Chapter 115: Chapter 115: Sign or Die, Make Your Choice!

"I had no choice but to sign, my life isn’t in my own hands!"

Watching Zhao Fei sign his name, Chen Dashan nodded repeatedly, took Zhao Fei’s hand, and pressed it onto his bloodied face to imprint his handprint.

Then, bending slightly, he whispered into Zhao Fei’s ear, "I hope you’re sensible and won’t seek trouble, right? Don’t let me see you near Jiayao again, understand?"

Releasing Zhao Fei carelessly, Zhao Fei was so frightened by the murderous words that he knelt on the ground.

Zhao Jiayao, seeing Zhao Fei so utterly cowardly, suddenly felt a sense of relief.

The nightmare that had entangled her for years was, after all, just this, and then she calmly said:

"You’ve signed the divorce agreement, tomorrow I’ll find a lawyer to discuss the finances, and then we’ll go to the civil affairs office to finalize the divorce. From then on, we’re strangers — don’t come looking for me."

Zhao Fei remained silent, and Chen Dashan, seeing that Zhao Jiayao had vented her anger, kicked Zhao Fei out, "You can get lost now, and don’t forget what I just told you!"

Zhao Fei struggled to his feet, walking out of the house full of resentment, and couldn’t help but look back at the luxurious home, feeling unbearably discontented.

He had just been unable to best Chen Dashan and was forced to sign the divorce agreement; in his heart, every penny Zhao Jiayao earned should have been his!

This cheap whore had actually colluded with outsiders to kick him out, without considering what he himself had done all these years!

After so many years of gambling, he was penniless, especially now owing the casino more than a million in high-interest debts!

The casino had issued a warning, giving him two more days, otherwise, he could choose whether to lose his hands or his feet!

If the casino people were cruel enough, they could just kill him and harvest his kidneys to cover the debt!

Then, all the valuable organs in his body would be sold off to repay the gambling debt!

Thinking this, Zhao Fei unconsciously sat down nearby, pulled out a half pack of cigarettes, lit one, and began to brood.

What should he do? If he can’t get the money, his life is in danger!

He still had to think of a way, to find an opportunity to make money.

...

At Zhao Jiayao’s home.

Zhao Jiayao sat blankly on the couch, recalling the gains of her many years of marriage.

A worthless husband, who disappeared after squandering all their wealth, while she, through untold hardships, started all over again; Zhao Fei was not only no help at all, but he also kept coming back to ask for money.

This marriage had brought her nothing but grievances, it was indeed a trial.

Fortunately, she had met Chen Dashan, and that allowed her to escape.

From now on, she needn’t worry about Zhao Fei causing trouble, no more living a life of constant fear.

No longer need to feel any shame when giving herself to Chen Dashan.

At this thought, Zhao Jiayao’s cheeks flushed inadvertently, and her body began to burn up.

Looking at Chen Dashan, who was tidying up the room, Zhao Jiayao’s eyes grew misty.

He was the perfect man she envisioned in her heart: tender and kind towards those inside, strong and domineering towards those outside, providing a full sense of security.

Especially Chen Dashan’s strong body, the way he had battered Zhao Fei was truly satisfying.

If he were to use that strength on her, would it not take her to heaven?

Zhao Jiayao stretched her delicate body and said, "Dashan, come and take a break."

Chen Dashan looked at Zhao Jiayao stretching her delicate body, feeling a burning desire inside. He casually put aside some clutter and sat down on the sofa.

Zhao Jiayao nestled her tender body against Chen Dashan’s chest, feeling a strong sense of security and inhaling a dizzying masculine scent. With misty eyes, she said,

"Dashan, thank you for helping me vent my anger. If it weren’t for you, Zhao Fei would still be clinging to me like a stubborn plaster."

"That kind of life, it’s really like a nightmare..."

Seizing the opportunity, Chen Dashan stretched his hand out and caressed Zhao Jiayao’s back, feeling her silky skin through the thin layer of silk clothing, and spoke with an incredibly tender voice,

"Don’t worry, from now on, I’ll be here for you. I’ll take good care of you and won’t let you suffer even the slightest grievance."

Then he said with assertiveness, "If Zhao Fei dares to come out again, I’ll just break him!"

Hearing Chen Dashan’s tender yet domineering words, Zhao Jiayao’s heart trembled, and she hugged Chen Dashan tightly, planting a kiss on his face:

"Dashan, it’s so good to have you. You are the most perfect man in my heart."

Chen Dashan couldn’t help but smile at the favor of a beauty; it was always so comfortable.

Casually opening a bottle of red wine, he poured two glasses and said, "Don’t worry, I’ve got everything under control. Have a drink to calm your nerves."

Zhao Jiayao took the glass, touched his with a smile, and sipped it down with seductive, silken eyes.

Seeing Zhao Jiayao’s demeanor, Chen Dashan pulled her into his arms and puckered his lips, asking,

"I want to drink too. Will you feed me, please?"

Zhao Jiayao, recognizing Chen Dashan’s lecherous face, knew exactly what he was thinking.

She wanted to refuse Chen Dashan, but thinking of everything he had done for her, she let go of her hesitation. This man was so perfect that if she didn’t seize the opportunity, she might never find someone like him again.

Zhao Jiayao took a sip of the red wine, straddled Chen Dashan, and passed the wine to him mouth to mouth.

Chen Dashan’s tongue pushed past Zhao Jiayao’s teeth, entangling with hers, making squelching sounds.

The atmosphere grew hazier, and Zhao Jiayao felt her body heating up, a tingling sensation starting between her legs.

Chen Dashan’s hand was growing restless, sliding up her slender waist under the dress, flipping her bra up almost in an instant, and then squeezing the peaks the next.

Kneading, pinching, and tugging, Chen Dashan’s techniques were exquisite.

Zhao Jiayao couldn’t withstand such skillful touches, her body twisting continuously, and the kissed mouth uttering moans.

Sitting on top of Chen Dashan, Zhao Jiayao’s buttocks were right above Dashan’s raging dragon, gradually feeling its transformation.

Zhao Jiayao wore a dress with only a thong underneath, the raging dragon perfectly aligned with her secret garden, which was already starting to become moist. Zhao Jiayao’s face flushed, her eyes becoming more languid and enticing.

With the boost of the red wine, Zhao Jiayao was feeling too much, grinding her generous bottom against the raging dragon, continuously stirring it with her secret garden.

Chen Dashan’s hands wandered relentlessly, and taking advantage of Zhao Jiayao’s dazed moments, he easily stripped off all the obstructing clothes on her body.

Suddenly, Zhao Jiayao’s full, tender breasts, her slender waist, and her sultry expression came into full view of Chen Dashan.

The raging dragon swelled once more!

Zhao Jiayao felt the chill and her eyes seemed to regain clarity,

"In broad daylight, don’t strip me naked... mmm..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Chen Dashan kissed her again. One of his hands cared for her tender breasts, while the other slowly moved down her back toward the secret garden.

The area around the secret garden was already drenched.