Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 702: Emily Questions Wang Jian



Wang Jian and Bella sat across from each other in a cozy corner of the coffee shop, their conversation flowing naturally. Bella seemed more at ease, her laughter coming more freely as Wang Jian effortlessly steered the discussion toward topics that brought out her smile. He had been careful to maintain a light, flirtatious tone throughout their time together, subtly deepening their connection.

However, just as Bella was recounting a particularly amusing story from her past, Wang Jian's phone vibrated on the table. He glanced at the screen to see Emily's name flashing. His smile faltered slightly, but he quickly masked it, turning his attention back to Bella.

"Sorry about that," he said with a sheepish grin, turning the phone over so the screen was hidden. "Where were we?"

As Bella continued talking, Wang Jian's mind briefly wandered. He wondered why Emily was calling him now. It wasn't like her to interrupt unless it was important, but this was a moment he couldn't afford to let slip. His focus returned to Bella, who was now animatedly discussing a book she had been reading.

Another vibration from his phone made his decision for him. Without breaking eye contact with Bella, Wang Jian casually reached down and silenced his phone, cutting off Emily's call. He had been meticulous in his interactions with Bella, and nothing-especially not an unexpected call-was going to derail his plans.

For the next hour, Wang Jian continued to engage Bella, each laugh and smile she offered strengthening his hold on her. They lingered over their drinks, and by the time they were ready to leave, Bella was clearly more relaxed and comfortable in his presence. Wang Jian walked her to her car, exchanging a few more lighthearted comments before placing a gentle kiss on her cheek.

"Goodnight, Bella," he said softly, his hand lightly resting on her arm.

"Goodnight, Wang Jian," she replied, her voice equally soft, a slight flush coloring her cheeks.

As Bella drove away, Wang Jian finally pulled out his phone. The screen was filled with notifications—missed calls, messages, all from Emily. His brow furrowed as he began scrolling through the texts.

*"Why aren't you answering?"*

*"Where are you?"*

*"Why are you at a café with Professor Bella?"*

The messages grew increasingly frantic, each one tinged with a mixture of worry and suspicion. Wang Jian smirked to himself. He knew Emily must be fuming by now, and he needed to handle this delicately, yet assertively.

Without hesitation, Wang Jian dialed Emily's number. The phone barely rang once before she picked up.

"Wang Jian!" Emily's voice was a mix of relief and anger. "Why didn't you answer me? Where are you? Why were you-"

Wang Jian cut her off, his voice calm yet commanding. "Emily, listen to me. Come to the Radisson Blue Hotel. Room 304. Now."

There was a stunned silence on the other end of the line. Emily had never heard Wang Jian speak to her with such authority. "But-"

"No buts, Emily. Be there in an hour." Without waiting for a response, Wang Jian ended the call.

The sun had dipped below the horizon by the time Emily arrived at the Radisson Blue Hotel. She had hurried to the room, her mind swirling with confusion and unease. When she reached room 304, she hesitated for a moment before knocking lightly.

"Come in," Wang Jian's voice called from inside.

Emily opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit room. Her eyes immediately found Wang Jian, sitting on the edge of the bed. His expression was cold, a stark contrast to the warm, loving gaze she was used to.

"Wang Jian..." Emily's voice wavered slightly as she spoke, her heart racing. "What's going on? Why did you-"

"Who told you I was having coffee with Professor Bella?" Wang Jian's tone was calm but carried a dangerous edge.

Emily took an involuntary step back, her stomach twisting with anxiety. She had expected him to be apologetic or at least explain himself, but instead, he was angry. No, more than that- he was furious, and it was directed at her. "I-it was one of my friends," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "She was at the café and saw you. She thought I should know..."

Wang Jian's eyes narrowed as he stared at her. "And you thought it was appropriate to question me about it? About a simple coffee with a professor?"

Emily felt her heart drop into her stomach. His words cut through her, and she realized just how serious this was. She had overstepped, and now Wang Jian was angry. "I-I'm sorry," she whispered, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "I didn't mean to... I was just worried..."

"Worried?" Wang Jian's voice was icy. "Worried about what, Emily? Do you not trust me?"

Emily's breath hitched as she saw the anger in his eyes. She had never seen him like this, and it terrified her. "N-no, I trust you! I do, I just... I was scared..."

Wang Jian stood up, taking a step closer to her. His presence was overwhelming, and Emily felt herself shrinking under his gaze. "You don't seem very trusting, Emily. You seem like you're accusing me of something. Like you think I'm doing something wrong."

"I'm sorry!" Emily cried, her voice breaking. She was desperate now, terrified of losing him. "Please, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have questioned you, I just—"

"Words aren't enough, Emily," Wang Jian said coldly, cutting her off. "If you want my forgiveness, you'll have to earn it."

Emily's eyes widened in shock. "W-what do you mean?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Wang Jian's gaze was hard as he looked down at her. "Strip," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. "If you want to be forgiven, show me that you mean it."

Emily's heart raced as she processed his words. This was her boyfriend, the man she loved, but

right now, he felt like a stranger. Still, she was willing to do anything to make things right, to keep him from leaving her. Slowly, her hands moved to the hem of her shirt, and she began to

undress.

Wang Jian watched her with a critical eye, his expression never softening. Emily's fingers trembled as she stripped off each piece of clothing, her face flushed with shame and fear. When she was finally standing before him, completely naked, she looked at him with pleading

eyes.

"Please, Wang Jian," she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please forgive me..."

Wang Jian's expression softened slightly, though there was still a hardness in his gaze. He stepped forward, placing a hand on her chin and tilting her head up to meet his eyes. "This isn't just about forgiveness, Emily," he said quietly. "This is about trust. You need to trust me completely. No more questioning, no more doubt. Understand?"

Emily nodded quickly, her tears falling freely now. "I understand... I'll never doubt you again,

I promise..."

Wang Jian's gaze lingered on her for a moment before he nodded. "Good. Now, get on the

bed."

Emily obeyed without hesitation, climbing onto the bed and lying down. Wang Jian slowly began to undress, his movements deliberate and controlled. When he joined her on the bed, he didn't waste any time. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a demanding kiss, his hands roaming over her body with a possessive intensity.

Emily responded eagerly, her earlier fear and anxiety giving way to a desperate need to please him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with a dominance that made her heart race.

Wang Jian's hands moved lower, caressing her breasts before sliding down to her hips. Hen/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

pulled her closer, pressing his body against hers as he positioned himself between her legs. Without any further hesitation, he entered her in one swift motion, causing Emily to gasp as pleasure and pain mixed in equal measure.

Their movements were frantic, driven by a raw, primal need. Wang Jian was relentless, his

thrusts hard and deep, each one claiming Emily in a way that left no doubt who was in control. Emily clung to him, her body trembling with each powerful stroke, her moans filling the room as she lost herself in the intense sensations.

As they moved together, Wang Jian's thoughts remained focused. This wasn't just about

physical pleasure; it was about control, about solidifying his hold over Emily. He had manipulated her emotions perfectly, turning her fear and suspicion into submission and devotion. And now, as she lay beneath him, begging for his forgiveness, he knew she was

completely his.

When they finally reached the peak, Emily cried out, her body arching against his as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Wang Jian followed soon after, his grip tightening on her hips as he reached his own release, marking her as his in every way possible.

For a moment, they lay there together, their breathing heavy and ragged. Then, Wang Jian slowly pulled away, his expression once again calm and collected. He watched as Emily curled up beside him, her eyes closed, a satisfied yet exhausted smile on her lips.

"Thank you, Wang Jian," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you for

forgiving me..."

Wang Jian leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Remember, Emily," he murmured, his voice low and smooth. "You belong to me."