Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

Ding Fu shrieked in pain. She felt as if her scalp was being pulled apart from her head.

Ding Fu wailed, “Pengcheng, what’s gotten into you? Pengcheng, it hurts… let go…”

The two of them barely interacted with each other these days. She had never lashed out against Yue Pengcheng. Instead, she treated him just like before. She bottled up all her feelings inside, not letting them show on her face.

On the contrary, Yue Pengcheng grew more and more impatient with Ding Fu each day. His disgust toward her could no longer be hidden— it was evident in his eyes.

Yue Pengcheng found satisfaction in Ding Fu’s cries of pain. When overcome with rage, one’s heart would often become twisted and find joy through such vile methods.

The more she screamed, the more he enjoyed it. He could not help it— he slapped her hard across her face.

“Sleep, sleep, sleep. All you do is sleep all day long! I can’t believe I spent so much money on a f*cking trash like you…”

Ding Fu was in a daze from the slap. Her vision was shrouded by darkness. “Pengcheng, I didn’t… I had a headache today. That’s why I…”

“Headache… Didn’t you say that you can’t fall asleep in a decrepit place like this? Yet, yesterday you slept like a f*cking pig… Stop pretending!”

While struggling to free herself, Ding Fu’s gown slid off her shoulders. She was not wearing any undergarments— her breasts were completely exposed.

Ding Fu had always taken care of her appearance scrupulously— she still maintained a fit and beautiful body. Seeing her nice figure, Yue Pengcheng was reminded of Mrs. Yue’s piercing words of insult.

Could he still get hard?

Yue Pengcheng tore apart Ding Fu’s clothes. “You slut… it’s still early in the afternoon yet you’re not wearing any bra? You’re f*cking naked now! Who are you trying to seduce? F*cking whore…”

Yue Pengcheng pressed Ding Fu onto the bed. His left hand was grasping her hair while his right hand slapped her face.

Once the violent tendency of a man was let loose, it would become addictive. That was what happened to Yue Pengcheng— he realized that hitting her could help vent his anger, and so he would not stop.

Ding Fu wanted to plead for mercy, but her head was spinning. Her teeth ached and her tongue was bleeding as she accidentally bit it. The strong, metallic smell of blood filled her cavity.

Ding Fu was panicking, yet no one could save her.

“Let’s see if I can get hard. I will f*ck you to death. F*ck. You. To. Death… Come on b*tch, moan! Weren’t you great at moaning when underneath other wild men?”

Yue Pengcheng had never been so rough with Ding Fu before. Right now, he did not even regard her as a person— she was just a tool relief his anger.

Suddenly, someone next door banged on the wall and yelled, “M*therfucker, are you killing pigs early in the afternoon?”

The man’s interruption only made Yue Pengcheng more excited and frenetic.

“Hey slut, you love being f*cked by other men, right? Don’t you think that the guy next door is yearning to rush over here?”

Ding Fu wailed. Tears flowed out of her eyes.

She was in the depths of despair. Yue Pengcheng was going wilder and wilder— he was a beast. She feared she could not endure it anymore.

On the other hand, Yue Pengcheng was relishing the moment.

Previously, he had always handled Ding Fu with utmost care and caution— even in bed, he was especially gentle with her.

However, today, he had no reservations. He was not even afraid of doing her to death. He did not care what Ding Fu was thinking — he f*cked her with all his might. Along with the violence, Yue Pengcheng felt as if all the pores on his body were opened— he felt euphoric.

Seeing the naked Ding Fu lying on the bed like a dead swine, Yue Pengcheng snickered.