novelraw Chapter 231: Hate Me, I’ll Let You Hate (2)
Chapter 231: Hate Me, I’ll Let You Hate (2)
Qiao Mo struggled desperately, trying to break free from his embrace.But Fu Nancheng firmly restrained her waist, clasping her wrist like an iron vise, allowing no escape.
Qiao Mo looked at Jing Hao on the ground, her reddened eyes filling with a mist of tears: "Let me go... let me go! Bastard! Scumbag!"
Qiao Mo struggled like a madwoman, trying to break free from his large hands.
There was an even colder chill in his eyes, a trace of cruelty, and he chuckled lightly: "Feeling sorry?"
Her heart constricted at his words, as he slightly parted his lips: "Continue."
As soon as he spoke, Fifteen did not stop but instead struck again, kicking Jiang Jinghao repeatedly on his body and head.
Soon, they saw him curl up in pain.
Yan Yiheng held a cigarette, one leg slightly bent, leaning against the wall on one side, watching coldly with indifferent eyes, showing no intention of stopping what was happening.
Qiao Mo’s eyes reddened as she looked at the man before her and said coldly: "Fu Nancheng, what exactly do you want?"
He lifted the corner of his thin lips, a hint of sinister malice between his brows, and sneered: "I just want to see how much you care?"
Qiao Mo’s heart constricted, and she could barely speak.
"Ha, what else can you do besides bully people with your power?"
"Bully people with my power?" He let out a cold laugh, then pushed her onto the bed.
Before Qiao Mo could react, he was already walking toward Jiang Jinghao.
Qiao Mo paused for a moment, then quickly climbed up.
She saw Fifteen step to the side, as Fu Nancheng stomped his foot on Jiang Jinghao’s hand.
"No!" Qiao Mo rushed forward, her slender fingers reaching into the gap at the edge of his shoe, trying to protect Jiang Jinghao’s hand, completely disregarding herself.
Jiang Jinghao’s large hand was a bloody mess at the knuckles.
He looked down at her coldly, a trace of mockery flashing in his eyes, and he applied more pressure with his foot.
Qiao Mo’s eyes reddened, and tears ultimately could not be held back, falling in a cascade, drop by drop, onto his shiny black shoes,
"Don’t... don’t step on him..."
Looking at the pale hands beneath his shoes, because she reached her hand in to stop it, most of the force was now pressing onto her delicate white hands.
His gaze slightly constricted.
Qiao Mo, with reddened eyes, looked at him and slowly said: "Fu Nancheng, if you have any issues, come at me. What kind of skill is it to bully someone who’s been drugged?"
"Really? You are deeply affectionate towards him." He sneered, his eyes also slightly reddened.
As he finished speaking, he stomped harder on his hand again.
Qiao Mo only heard a crack, as if the entire world went silent, and beads of sweat as large as beans appeared on Jiang Jinghao’s forehead, his entire being like one in complete exhaustion.
"Jing Hao... Jing Hao..."
Qiao Mo quickly climbed forward to hold Jing Hao, cradling him in her arms.
The bloodstained hand gently brushed against his hair, and looking at the man in her arms covered in blood, Qiao Mo’s vision grew increasingly blurred; it was her, it was all because of her.
Had it not been for her, how could he have ended up like this...
But who could tell her, what wrong had she committed?
"Jing Hao, can you hear me?" Qiao Mo choked out, her voice trembling.
Shortly after, he finally spoke slowly, his voice hoarse: "Xiao Mo... don’t... don’t worry... I’m fine..."
"How are you? I will take you to the hospital." Qiao Mo suppressed her tears and hurriedly got up.
But just as she stood, Fu Nancheng pulled her up forcefully, dragging her toward the inner bedroom.
Qiao Mo’s pupils constricted, her eyes bloodshot: "Fu Nancheng, what are you going to do?"
’Bang!’ The door slammed shut.