The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince!

Chapter 1149: Chapter 1145: Chu Yifeng’s Obsessive Madness

“You are injured, and the situation looks grim. If you dare touch me, it must be because you wish to die.” Rong Sheng’s eyes were cold as ice, their sharpness like that of icicles, harboring a chill more damaging than any weapon.

Chu Yifeng’s gaze was momentarily hazy. He knew Rong Sheng’s eyes all too well. Every time Wu Dao dragged him out to fight to the death, Rong Sheng looked at him just like this, saying coldly, “If you don’t have the strength to survive, don’t force yourself.”

How could there be any woman in the world as cruel as her?

Even though she was saving him, she never uttered a word of concern for him. She did everything for him but never allowed a moment of warmth in his heart, not even now.

“Rong Sheng, you know I am injured. Does it pain your heart?” Chu Yifeng leaned over, breathing heavily in her ear so she could hear the labored breaths in his voice.

“You brought this upon yourself.” There wasn’t the slightest hint of concern on Rong Sheng’s face, which was as cold and celestial as ever.

Does he not know that the child he lost was the Crown Prince of the Great Cheng Dynasty, the son of his own brother, the flesh and blood of Su Yingxue?

No mother could tolerate such a thing happening.

If he had lost Rong Xi, she would have felt the same anger and revulsion towards him as Su Yingxue did.

Chu Yifeng chuckled softly, a low and sinister laugh like that of a demon crawling out of hell, filling the entire room with a hostile air.

He bit down on Rong Sheng’s neck. “Since you say I brought this upon myself, then I must insist on having a proper session with you.”

“Chu Yifeng, you let go….”

Rong Sheng hadn’t even finished speaking when she felt the pain.

Chu Yifeng pressed her down on the table, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Rong Sheng was forced into such a state, not to mention the humiliation, she felt weak and without the strength to resist.

What had he used on her?

Chu Yifeng’s tall and handsome figure stood before Rong Sheng, watching her limp and powerless. The smile on his lips grew more wicked. “Does it feel familiar? This is concocted by the Silver Moon Pavilion. The effect is the same as in the past, yet the potency lasts much longer. Doctor Rong should be quite satisfied with it.”

Rong Sheng turned her head to the side, her eyes defiant, biting her lip firmly and not making a sound.

Chu Yifeng, tired of standing, picked up the pliant Rong Sheng and carried her to the bed.

He deliberately left the lights on, using all sorts of strange methods to torture Rong Sheng.

He knew this would be a great humiliation for high and noble Rong Sheng. Yet he wanted to see her humiliated, to watch her lose her cool composure, hoping to find a hint of weakness in her uncontrolled gaze, a flicker of a desire to plead with him.

He would have pity on her.

After all, this woman was the most important person in his life.

The prolonged torment was excruciating.

Chu Yifeng pried open Rong Sheng’s mouth, looking at her bitten lips and clicking his tongue. “It’s really not good-looking when injured!”

Her lips were beautiful and usually delightful to behold, yet now, bitten and bleeding, they presented a pitiful sight that could move one’s heart.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips.

“Get lost!”

Rong Sheng’s eyes brimmed with tears as she disgustedly pushed him away.

Chu Yifeng pinched her cheek, his wicked smile enchanting, “Don’t want me to kiss you? I love kissing you the most.”

He kissed her hard, consuming all the blood from her lips, as though savoring sweet fermented rice, and with each inch he claimed, his aggression escalated, rendering Rong Sheng incapable of resisting or refusing.