Night fell.
The banquet in the main house was over, and the guests dispersed one after another. Soon, the large manor was restored to its usual quietness.
Lin Ran wore a red bride's wedding dress and stood in the brightly lit ancestral temple. She picked up the incense stick beside her and lit it. She inserted it into the incense burner in front of Ji Moshen's memorial tablet. She put her palms together devoutly and bowed three times. After that, she knelt on the futon and closed her eyes slowly.
Today was her and Ji Moshen's wedding night, so she should accompany him here.
She didn't know how long she had been kneeling, but her knees were already numb. Suddenly, she heard a creak. The door of the ancestral temple was opened. She quickly straightened her back and knelt properly.
The footsteps came closer and closer, and finally stopped behind her. She hesitated whether she should turn back or not. A gust of cold wind blew out the candlelight on the altar, leaving only a few incense sticks flickering in the dark night, and an inexplicable chill rose in her heart.
She was startled by the sudden darkness. She composed herself and said, "I... I'll light the candles..." Although she did not know who was standing behind her, Lin Ran still felt that she should tell him.
"No need." In the darkness, a strange and cold male voice suddenly sounded. Lin Ran was almost scared again. She suddenly turned back and opened her eyes wide. She gradually got used to the darkness in the room. A tall and straight body stood in front of her.
He couldn't see the man's face clearly in the darkness, but he could clearly see half of a silver mask on his face.
Those who hid their heads and tails must have come with bad intentions.
Lin Ran took a step back and stared at him warily. "Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is what I am doing here." The man's cold voice sounded again. He suddenly reached out his hand and grabbed her arm. Then, he pulled her into his arms and firmly imprisoned her.
She turned pale with fright. "What, what are you going to do?"
"I'm here to help your dead husband get married. Are you happy?" His cold fingers stroked her delicate collarbone, and his movements were extremely ambiguous.
"You b*stard, let go of me!" Lin Ran was so ashamed that she became angry. She bent her knees and slammed them against his lower abdomen.
"Oh, it turns out to be a little wild cat. Interesting." The man sneered and quickly avoided her attack. Then he leaned over to cover her mouth to prevent her from shouting.
Her breath was full of the man's domineering aura. He pressed her against the hard floor and held her arm with one hand above her head.
The man let go of her lips.
"Help—Help—"
No one came to save her. It was late at night, and no one knew what had happened in this closed ancestral temple.
"Don't stay here..." Lin Ran was so angry that she had no strength to struggle. Since there was nowhere to run, she would like to be bitten by a dog. However, she didn't want to tarnish the ancestral temple of the Ji family. She was insulted by this bastard in front of her ancestors. The strong sense of shame made her hate that she couldn't die like this.
...
At dawn, Lin Ran woke up from the cold. She lay on the cold floor and opened her eyes. She happened to see the photo of Ji Moshen hanging on the wall. She was shocked and wanted to get up. The tearing pain between her legs made her shiver. The memory of being raped last night had been awakened. If it weren't for the pain all over her body reminding her, she would have thought it was a nightmare.