Chapter 1: The Source of Sin

It is the peak of the sun, Qingcheng, and the mountain villa.

Cen Xia took a deep breath, opened the door and got out of the car.

She was wearing a pale green long dress, which was bright and charming, and made her skin look dazzlingly white.

This is the man's favorite color.

When I entered the door, the servant was already waiting there.

He just threw her a dirty old piece of clothing, and she roughly understood what he meant.

But he knew that he had no right to resist.

Cen Xia swallowed and slowly closed her eyes.

With his hands stiff and trembling, he took off his dress in front of the servants.

She knew very well that this was Chi Jinyan's humiliation to her.

After taking off all her clothes except for her underwear, Cen Xia felt as if she were in a freezing winter.

He hurriedly picked up the clothes on the ground and covered himself with them impatiently.

He was wearing a very ordinary long coat and trousers, which were too wide and ill-fitting, just like the servants next to him, and the fabric was of very poor quality.

She had gotten used to it. She never called the man by his name, and the man never called her by his name.

She was scheduled to give her only piano performance in a few years today, but was called back at the last minute.

I don’t know what kind of storm I will face.

The servant forcefully took off her jewelry.

She protected the red, plain string around her wrist.

Rong Heng looked at the slender figure wrapped in loose clothes, which was about to fall, and felt sad.

The young master is in a bad mood today, and I'm afraid the young mistress will be restless again.

Since the day Cen Xia married him, she was like a shaky little boat on the turbulent sea in a storm, constantly being tormented by that man.

Three years, day after day.

He only put his heart into torturing her.

On the second floor, a man was smoking a cigarette between his fingers.

Green smoke rose up, blurring his carefully carved profile.

Cen Xia walked into the room.

The servant closed the door.

With a "bang", Cen Xia was startled by the sound.

Chi Jinyan turned around and met her gaze.

This woman still had such a proud look on her face even though she was tortured like this.

Chi Jinyan was a little bored.

After all these years, her will still cannot be broken.

He was somewhat curious about how he could completely defeat this woman.

He crushed the cigarette butt and went downstairs.

Walk towards the table nearby.

He picked up two glasses of wine and handed one to Cen Xia.

There was a smile in his eyes, as if there was some tenderness in them.

Cen Xia can't drink alcohol because she has a serious stomach problem.

But this is a man's order.

She closed her eyes, tilted her head back and drank it all.

There was a sudden stinging feeling in the throat.

It was an extremely spicy taste that seemed to burn the throat.

Seeing her painful frown, the man's smile faded and he didn't feel relieved at all.

He raised his head and drank the wine in his hand.

His cold voice rang in Cen Xia's ears , " Don't spit it out, swallow it."

After drinking a whole cup, Cen Xia started coughing violently and his cheeks became hot.

Before she could catch her breath, the man approached.

A pair of slender hands grabbed her collar.

The protruding joints are distinct and the veins are bulging.

She raised her head and looked at the man with fear in her eyes.

The man had a dignified and noble look on his face; the tenderness he had just shown had long since disappeared, leaving only coldness.

There is no emotion at all, so cold that people dare not touch it.

Cen Xia was just afraid that he would hurt her again, so she wanted to please him, but as soon as her hand touched the back of his hand, it was thrown away.

Chi Jinyan looked at her submissively, totally unlike the fake aloof look he had just shown. He sneered and said , " You are such a bitch."

The butler at the side handed over the handkerchief skillfully.

He wiped his hands with disgust, even carefully checking the gaps between his fingers.

Even though we were wearing clothes, he was so disgusted.

Cen Xia fell to the ground and her waist hit a root carving beside her, which hurt her so much that the pain in her stomach made her break out in a cold sweat.

"Do you know you made a mistake?"

Chi Jinyan looked at the woman on the ground with disdain, feeling extremely disgusted. He even felt that breathing the same air with her was dirty and disgusting.

There was nothing about her that was worth looking at.

There is nothing else except hatred.

"I know. I shouldn't leave the house without permission."

Cen Xia answered with his head down, his expression undetectable.

She knew that no matter what she did, this man would find an excuse to cause trouble for her.

The man seemed to enjoy her obedient appearance, but also felt a little bored. He said lightly , " Mistakes should be punished."

He loved to see how noble and cold the moonlight was in front of this person, and how humble he was behind the scenes.

Chi Jinyan raised the corner of his mouth and walked into the house.

Cen Xia knew what kind of punishment he should receive.

She got up from the ground, straightened her body, stood up slowly, and left.

Her thoughts went back to that year.

She went to find Chi Jinyan's grandmother and asked her to marry Chi Jinyan by using the family's influence.

It is really embarrassing for a girl to ask for this without caring about her modesty.

What's more, her Cen family is a wealthy and prominent family, and they attach great importance to etiquette.

She was originally a pretty young lady, but in the Chi family she was humble to the core.

It doesn’t matter, she thought that one day she would achieve her wish.

But on the wedding day, Chi Jinyan's sweetheart died in a car accident.

Because of the pressure from the Cen family, he couldn't even see her for the last time.

Later, Grandma Chi officially retired behind the scenes.

The first thing he did was to avenge his lover.

Ruined the Cen family, ruined Cen Xia.

She can't escape, she has to atone for her sins.

There is a life between them, and that is a knot that can never be untied.

The servant was watching her from a distance.

Those people never come near here.

This path is a special passage for her and the dogs in the backyard.

She walked on her knees on the road, which was covered with sharp pebbles.

I walked with difficulty to the corridor where the sunlight was blocked by the eaves, hoping to get some cool air.

However, he was roughly pulled up by the servant and thrown onto the blue bricks which were scorching hot under the scorching sun.

The scorching sun burned her cheeks, but she didn't dare raise her hands to cover them.

The liquor had been diluted by sweat.

Her mouth was cracked and her throat was burning.

Feeling drowsy due to severe dehydration.

The servant kindly poured a basin of ice water on her.

The chill instantly penetrated her heart. She pursed her lips and straightened her body. Even though she was kneeling, she was not humble at all.

An hour later the housekeeper woke her up.

The moment I returned to the living room, a chill hit me, irritating every inch of my skin.

Cen Xia hugged herself tightly.

The sound of the air conditioner operating slowly came into my ears.

She knew that Chi Jinyan did this on purpose.

"The young master told you to go and pray for the old lady."

Rong Zhengqing is the housekeeper here.

He also despised this so-called young lady and spoke to her without any respect.

Cen Xia knew.

That person wasn't so kind as to ask her to come back and enjoy the cool air.

Apart from torturing himself, he doesn't seem to care about anything else.

"knew."

She spoke in a calm tone, knowing full well that she couldn't offend anyone here.

But I just kept on tolerating but no one even came to help me.

There is a small Buddhist shrine next to the living room.

Chi Jinyan does not believe in Buddhism. He set up this Buddhist shrine just to torture Cen Xia.

It would be more accurate to say that he was praying for his sweetheart rather than for his grandmother.

Across from it is the other side of the living room.

A white piano.

That was her dream, but she was never allowed to get close to it.

He wanted her in this house, or rather, in his house.

There is no status, only kneeling.

Ask her to confess her sins.

She listened and did the same.