492: Are You Still A Man?

Are You Still A Man?

Within the darkness, Ding Fu's body trembled and shrieked: "Yue Pengcheng, you...you...are you still a man!?"2

A man, letting his woman bed with another man just to save his own life. Not only that, it was with multiple men.

This man could not even be compared with an animal.

Yan Qingsi laughed heartily: "Not bad, not bad, hahaha...Yue Pengcheng you really are someone that knows how to adapt to the situation. I'm in a great mood. Your reaction is very satisfying. Your correct choice has won you a change to live on."

"That's the right choice. For a man, women are like clothing. What's so entertaining about this old woman in her fifties? She's a loose gunny sack by now, what else is there to play? With your wealth, what kind of young ladies can't you get? Don't you think so?"

Yue Pengcheng knew that he was in the wrong. This kind of guilty person badly needed an excuse to cover up his own inner guilty conscience. 

Yue Pengcheng was hypnotizing himself, believing what Yan Qingsi said to be true.

That's right, women are like clothing. He provided Ding Fu thirty years of luxurious living, letting her enjoy the lavish lifestyle of an upper class lady. Without him, Ding Fu would only be a middle aged auntie shamelessly currying favor in order to make a living.

Since he had provided her with such a happy life, what's wrong with her saving his life at this point? Wasn't that a normal thing?

Moreover, with her being this old, was there a need to worry about chastity?

Ding Fu cried out: "Yue Pengcheng, I followed you for thirty years...you…"

In the empty parking lot, Ding Fu's cries sounded even more miserable.

Yan Qingsi's smile was cruel, as if coated with poison. She lifted Ding Fu's skirt: "Unwilling? If you're unwilling then I'll just sell you to those black guys. By then you won't be just serving us few."

Ding Fu's mouth opened, but those words of frustrations got stuck in her throat, unable to come out.

The parking lot was empty, and Yan Qingsi's mischief grew. She wanted to see how shameless can these two vermin be.

Yan Qingsi's hand was caressing Ding Fu's thigh. She felt disgusted. Damn it, only now she realized that those creepy perverts in the movies were not easy roles to act.

Yan Qingsi laughed: "We are not heartless people. If you want to be a strong woman and remain chaste, we won't stop you but let you have a chance to take your own life. There are now two options. One, you end your life with this knife, and two, you serve us."

"It's now your decision to be a strong woman, or a slut."

To be strong, death;

To be a slut, live.

A choice between life and death, simple and easy.

Yue Pengcheng dared not voice out. He hoped that Ding Fu would take the first choice.

He did not want to be cuckolded. He did not want to be reminded of how she was once held down by men ****[1] her every time he sees her in the future.

He wanted to suggest for Ding Fu to take the first choice, but he dared not speak out.

Yan Qingsi snapped her fingers: "Alright, time's up. Take the first choice. To be honest, your daddy here can't be bothered to touch an old woman like you. Who knows what diseases you may carry."

"Get onto it. Snap her neck and throw her in the car incase someone comes by later."

Ji Mianmian imitated a rough voice: "Yes."

Ding Fu trembled with goosebumps raising all over her, screamed out: "No...no...I, no...I don't want to die…"

"I ch...I choose...the...the...sec...second option…"

[1] This part was censored out in the raw. Based on how the situation goes, we will leave it to our wise readers to contemplate on what suitable verbs to be used here.

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