novelraw Chapter 230 Hate Me, I Give You Reason to Hate (1)
Chapter 230 Hate Me, I Give You Reason to Hate (1)
Qiao Mo frowned and took a long time to react, her sluggish thoughts gradually becoming clear.She must have been set up!
But what was the purpose?
Feeling the body heat beside her, Qiao Mo struggled to turn her head.
As soon as she turned her head, a handsome face appeared in her view, almost touching hers.
"Jing Hao... Jing Hao, wake up..."
A few seconds later, Jing Hao finally regained some consciousness, frowning as he slowly opened his eyes.
But just then, with a ’bang’, the door was kicked open from the outside!
Yan Yiheng stood at the front and was the first to walk in after kicking the door open.
Seeing Qiao Mo and Jing Hao on the bed, he frowned slightly, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes as he chuckled lightly, "Oh, did I interrupt something good?"
The moment the door opened, Fu Nancheng’s gaze stalled slightly.
In the room, the curtains were messily scattered, champagne, roses, cake...
Jackets and high heels were casually thrown on the carpet, as if hinting at what had happened not long ago.
The quilt on the large bed loosely wrapped around the two of them.
A man’s hand was tightly around her waist, and she nestled in his arms, her hair scattered on his chest, appearing a hundred times more gentle and docile than when he held her.
Fu Nancheng let out a self-deprecating laugh, those phoenix eyes tinged with red.
Meeting his menacing gaze, Qiao Mo’s heart clenched.
His eyes were like poisoned liquor, carrying mockery, pain, and cruelty...
Inexplicably, she was trapped within those eyes, unable to escape, and felt a faint pain in her chest.
"Fu Nancheng..."
He merely laughed mockingly, then coldly said, "Remove that hand of his."
"Yes, Young Master."
Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, her eyes reddening.
Before she could react, she saw Fifteen move to the bedside, pulling the quilt off and yanking Jing Hao off the bed, leaving an empty space beside her.
Jing Hao, just waking up, was instantly dragged to the ground, and Fifteen delivered a hard kick to his stomach.
Jing Hao groaned, drenched in cold sweat.
Helpless as he was already weak all over, he was no match for him.
Fifteen used heavy force, his shining leather shoes ruthlessly kicking Jing Hao, grabbing his head and slamming it against the bedside table.
"Jing Hao..." Qiao Mo, her eyes red, struggled to get up from the bed, running towards him.
But before she got close, a large hand yanked her away forcefully.
Fu Nancheng pulled her back in front of him, his phoenix eyes deep and dark: "Where are you going?"
"Fu Nancheng, why are you hitting him? This has nothing to do with him!" Qiao Mo glared at him, her eyes red.
"Ha, nothing to do with him? Since he dared to touch my woman, he should pay the price," he said in a cold, threatening voice.
"Are your eyes malfunctioning? Nothing happened between us! It was just a setup..."
As she finished speaking, she tried to shake him off.
Instead, Fu Nancheng pulled her into his arms, his large hand gripping her waist, his gaze dangerous, his voice cold: "Do you think if it wasn’t a setup, I would just take one of his hands?"
Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, her eyes reddening as she let out a light laugh: "You madman! Let me go!"
"Ah!"
Fifteen delivered another hard kick to Jing Hao, who closed his eyes tightly, curling up on the ground in pain.
Qiao Mo turned her head, her pupils contracting slightly.
Within just a few minutes, his face was bruised and purple, mixed with traces of blood.
With a muffled groan, he spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the dark brown carpet!
"Jing Hao... Jing Hao!"
"Fu Nancheng, let go of me!"