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Lou Fule's affair with Louise's concubine caused a great uproar in the capital.
Firstly, Lou Fule is one of the most prominent socialites in the world, yet she was willing to lower herself to become someone's concubine.
Secondly, even the usually low-key and incorruptible Commander Lou was connected with people from the Beiyang government.
Louis also gave Lou Pucun a lot of face by holding a grand banquet to welcome his concubine.
When Lou Fule, dressed in a red wedding gown, got into the wedding car after leaving her parents' home, she kept wiping away tears. She cried so sadly that everyone said the army commander and his daughter had a really good relationship.
Who knew that Lou Fule now hated Lou Pucun to death?
She was blaming everyone and everything, and even when Louis opened the door, she was still sitting alone on the bed, watching the dazzling fireworks outside the window and crying.
Louis seemed a little drunk, and he staggered in carrying two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine.
Lou Fule cried even harder when he saw him come in, his voice filled with fear.
No one outside dared to spread rumors about what kind of warlord this Beiyang Army was. Lou Fule had specifically sought out some connections to inquire about him. He heard that he was ruthless and extremely cruel, and that he was also promiscuous in private, sleeping with both men and women, and often engaging in these perverse acts...
This kind of person is too dangerous.
Louis walked up to her, looked at her tear-streaked face with heartache, and raised the hand holding the wine bottle to wipe away her tears with his knuckles.
"Don't cry my baby girl."
He put what he was holding aside, took his trembling hand and kissed it:
"Don't cry. From now on, you're my girl. As long as you're obedient, I'll treat you well."
"If you come with me, you'll be my wife. I'll give you whatever you want, and no one will dare to look down on you."
He knew perfectly well what was troubling her, but digging deeper, he realized it was all just a matter of appearances.
"Really?"
"Of course," he said.
Then I poured some red wine into the two glasses:
"Your father and brother are both important business partners of mine, so naturally I will treat you well," he said, handing her his glass. "Besides, you are so perfect, I would go crazy for you."
The glass clattered with a crisp sound, and Lou Fule slowly stopped crying.
Louis bent down and kissed her on the cheek, then sat down beside her.
"I heard you almost married Qiu Ze from your enemy's family. I saw that Smith today; you should know who he is. Why did you break off the engagement?"
Lou Fule said with some disdain, "He's just a heartless man."
Louis couldn't help but chuckle: "I heard your brother and he get along well."
"It was good before, but things got a bit stagnant later."
"Why?"
"I don't know. Things seemed to get a bit tense after Qiu Ming died. Later, my brother married his mistress, which made things even more awkward."
"Little M?" Louis's interest was piqued. "Was Mrs. Si previously working for Qiu Ming?"
Suddenly, something occurred to her: "She's the one... the one Qiu Ming treasured and kept hidden away?"
Lou Fule nodded: "Later, I don't know how, I got involved with my brother."
"interesting."
"I saw her once before, she really is beautiful. No wonder Qiu Ming protected her so much when he was still alive. It's a pity she didn't come today; your brother said she's sick..."
Lou Fule got angry: "What? You like her too?"
"Of course not," he said, tilting his head back to finish his drink, then setting down his glass. "Today is our wedding night..."
Lou Fule blushed and took the wine glass from his hand.
He chuckled and swirled the glass, the deep red liquid gliding across its surface. Suddenly, he pressed her down onto the bed, tilting the glass and spilling the crimson liquid onto her face.
Lou Fule gasped in surprise as the wine slid down her cheeks, flowing down her neck and onto the blanket beneath her.
He suddenly seemed like a different person, tinged with ruthlessness and madness. He threw the cup in his hand into the corner of the room, shattering the glass on the floor.
Lou Fule's little red dress was torn open by him, and in a few quick movements he stripped her naked. He tore it so hard that the fabric left red marks on her body. Lou Fule cried out in pain and begged him to be gentler.
"You're too perfect."
After saying that, he unzipped his pants, stroked his semi-erect penis a couple of times, and then touched her lower body, inserting his fingers into her dry passage a couple of times.
His actions were hardly gentle. One second they were chatting on the edge of the bed, and the next they were about to get down to business, without even a kiss.
Lou Fule frowned, feeling pain from his actions and unable to enjoy himself, so he couldn't produce any juice.
"Has this been fucked before?" he asked with a smile. He pounded around in her hands, using some techniques to stimulate her, and finally she became a little wet.
She bit her lip and nodded.
"Oh, you're being naughty."
He flipped her over, his fingers sliding to her anus, where she recoiled sensitively the moment he touched it.
"And here?"
Realizing what he was about to do, Lou Fule was terrified and cried out, "No, please!"
"It's your fault for being naughty." He scooped some moisture from the front and smeared it on the tip, pressing it against the closed area. "I only like to touch places that no one else has touched."
Lou Fule was truly terrified and began to struggle, but he was grabbed by the back of the neck and pressed down on the bed, unable to move, and a feeling of suffocation washed over him.
He pressed himself against her, squeezing between her buttocks, completely ignoring her dryness, and pushed further in...
It hurt so much! She cried and screamed, feeling as if her untouched territory was being ripped apart. Halfway in, he pushed in with all his might, his body feeling as if it were being torn in two.
Her face was flushed red from suffocation, and her body was trembling uncontrollably.
She had just let her guard down, thinking that he was a reasonable person at home and would treat her politely even if he had to consider his father's feelings. Little did she know that he was just as people said.
He's a madman...
...
The next morning, many people came to offer their blessings, and Louis looked refreshed and in good spirits.
The female lead just wouldn't appear. She stayed in the room for half a day without coming out, and even the servant who brought her food was startled by the sight on the bed.
The room was in disarray, filled with an indescribable odor. Clothes were scattered all over the floor, along with broken glasses, wine bottles, red liquor, and some unidentified liquid.
The sheets and blankets on the bed were a mess, and the white sheets were covered with yellow and brown stains.
The woman lay naked on the bed, her neck marked with strangulation marks, her body covered in bruises, her anus twisted open, revealing bright red flesh, with a white fluid mixed with blood hanging from the entrance...
The woman's eyes were closed, like a dead fish, on the verge of death.
This wasn't the first time the servant had seen something like this. He quickly recovered, walked to the bedside, put down what he was holding, and used the landline in the room to call the doctor.
Louis met with Lou Pucun in the morning, who asked him to take good care of his daughter. Louis agreed and assured him that she would not suffer any grievances.
The promises he makes today mean that what he did yesterday is null and void.
"Louis, look at this."
His subordinate handed him a newspaper; he glanced at the date—it was from several months ago.
He couldn't read, so he sent someone to fetch a translator. Looking at the photograph printed on it, he smiled enigmatically.
"Interresting."

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