Fu Sinian kissed her violently and aggressively. Xu Zijin was stunned, but soon she came back to herself and tried hard to push him away. She felt a wave of panic and wanted to run away.

However, Fu Sinian had no intention of letting her go. The beast of desire hidden deep in his body slowly woke up and thirsted for her sweetness.

The jealousy, which had been suppressed in the bottom of his heart for such a long time, surged forth in this moment. He lost control of his emotions and bit her lips rudely. Blood immediately started to ooze out.

He could perceive the metallic taste of blood, but refused to let her go. He planted his lips tightly on hers and slid his tongue into her mouth. He felt the anger growing, bubbling up inside him. At this moment, he had a strong desire to destroy Xu Zijin and even himself.

A strong fear surged up within her. Xu Zijin couldn't help but tremble all over and began to struggle even harder.

"No... Chen... Don't do that..."

'Chen! All she cares about is Fu Chen...'

Her words provoked him again. The flames of envy were raging and eating up his senses.

He pushed her down on the sofa, pressed his body against hers and brutally tore at her nightdress.

Soon her nightdress was ripped to shreds, revealing her white, ample bosom. Xu Zijin felt a chill creep over her chest, but the next second, he planted his warm lips on her naked chest and warmed her up.

He held her closer with one arm and felt for her body with his free hand. Then, his fingers moved down and caressed the delicate, warm, secret skin of her hips...

The horrifying memories of almost being raped in that remote village suddenly rushed into her mind. Xu Zijin lost control of herself and burst into tears.

Fu Sinian stopped, as the violence of his anger was cut off by her tears.

He slowly calmed down and looked down at the woman beneath him. Xu Zijin was weeping in grief and fear, looking pitiable. It felt like a basin of cold water had poured on his head, cooling down his raging jealousy.

The regret started devouring his heart. He wanted to treat her well, but now he made her cry. He didn't mean to hurt her, but he always caused her excruciating misery.

Fu Sinian reached out and wanted to wipe the tears off her face. However, before his fingertips could touch her face, she shrank back in fear, her eyes full of panic and distrust.

Fu Sinian clenched his fist and apologized, "I'm sorry."

After saying that, he fled from the room with a guilty conscience.

...

Fu Sinian sat at the bar drinking. He wanted to drink himself down, but what had happened this morning kept playing in his mind.

Her tears and her cries were like an inescapable fishing net capturing him in its thrall. Once he closed his eyes, he would recall what he had done to her. The image of her crying sadly was carved in his heart, tormenting him every minute and every second.

He knew that he hurt her again, but it was really not his original intention.

Su Xiyu came as soon as he got the message from Fu Sinian's secretary. When he arrived at the office, he saw Fu Sinian sitting huddled on the floor with lots of empty wine bottles around him, looking sad and dispirited. His clothes were crumpled and gave off an odour of the liquor; his handsome face clouded with disappointment; his eyelids drooped sadly.

Su Xiyu sighed. In his mind, Fu Sinian was such a strong and powerful man who always had every situation well under his control. But now, he looked like a poor man in gloomy, downbeat mood.

"Aunt Gu said you left in a hurry early this morning. Don't tell me you've been drinking here all the day."

Fu Sinian glanced at him and said with a casual air, "You are here."

Just then, the secretary came in and said, "Mr. Fu, here are the sleeping pills you asked for." He paused and could not resist reminding, "The doctor said that you could only take two sleeping pills a day. If you take too many sleeping pills, it will do harm to your health."

"Okay, I see." Fu Sinian waved his hand. The secretary obediently walked out.

Fu Sinian staggered up, opened the bottle of sleeping pills and poured out some pills. Then he raised his hand and was about to put the pills into his mouth.

"What are you doing?" Su Xiyu gripped Fu Sinian's wrist and stopped him from taking the pills. At the sight of so many pills in the palm of Fu Sinian's hand, Su Xiyu frowned.

'Does he take the sleeping pills just for a good sleep? No, he's trying to commit suicide!' Su Xiyu thought.

Fu Sinian knitted his brows and shook off Su Xiyu's restraining hand. "Let go of my hand. I just want to sleep for a while."

He had no choice but to seek the help of the sleeping pills because he was not able to sleep at all.

It's Too Late.