Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free

Chapter 233 - 232-233 Hate Me, I Give You Reason to Hate (3-4)

In the suite’s two bedrooms, with just one door between them, he pinned her harshly against the door and said softly, "Since you can’t break it off, let me do it for you."Overwhelming kisses fell furiously, rough and wild.

"You devil!"

"You madman... let me go..."

A tear rolled down her eye, blurring Qiao Mo’s vision, but her body was already limp, no match for his strength, desperately turning her head to struggle.

"No... don’t touch me!"

Qiao Mo, with red eyes, tried to evade but was thrown onto the bed by him.

Fu Nancheng unbuckled his belt, eyes full of menace. Approaching the bedside: "Without a lesson, will you never learn?"

Qiao Mo scrambled to escape but was dragged back by her ankle clutched in his grip.

"Mmm... let me go!"

She struggled continuously, her pale little hand mercilessly slapped his face, leaving red marks.

"Is it that without a lesson, you will never learn? Hmm?"

Outside the door, Jiang Jinghao, covered in wounds, lay in front of it, listening to the sounds of struggle inside, his eyes red with rage.

He struggled to rise, reaching out to pull the door: "Xiao Mo... Xiao Mo!"

While Yiheng, like a mountain, stood motionless beside Jiang Jinghao, ensuring he wouldn’t crash through the door.

Yan Yiheng, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, smoked a cigarette, squinting slightly through the haze, his gaze on Jiang Jinghao filled with an indifferent but cruel expression.

Listening to the sound outside, Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks, biting her lips in silence.

Pain flickered in Fu Nancheng’s eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "If you don’t make a sound, how will he hear you? Hmm?"

Qiao Mo’s lashes trembled lightly, her whole body tensing up, still biting her lips fiercely in silence.

Qiao Mo’s fingers grasped the bedsheet tightly, her lips bleeding from her own bites, a smear of blood seeping out.

Tears silently rolled down, one after another.

’Bang bang bang!’

"Xiao Mo... Xiao Mo! Fu Nancheng!" Jiang Jinghao leaned against the door, his fists violently pounding on the closed door, his knuckles stained with blood, his clear eyes like dripping blood, red and frightening.

Listening to the banging on the door, Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, biting her lips even harder.

Jiang Jinghao frantically banged his head against the door, again and again...

As if he didn’t feel pain.

"Qiao Mo! Qiao Mo..." He lowly roared with a hoarse voice, blood gushing from his head.

Yet, each time the door was about to be broken open by him, Yiheng would drag him aside, closing the door again.

’Bang bang bang!’

Blood mixed with his hair, flowed down his forehead, drop by drop, emitting a sticky odor.

"Fu Nancheng I will kill you!"

He roared, eyes bloodshot, leaning against the door, eyes moist.

After who knows how long, he suddenly burst into tears.

Tears mixed with blood pouring down like a waterfall.

He hated himself for being useless!

Hated himself for being unable to protect her...

Hated himself for only being able to watch her being humiliated by another man!

He knew she was trying hard to suppress it.

But the more she did so, the more he hated himself!

"Xiao Mo..."

Hearing the sound of him banging against the door, Qiao Mo’s tightly shut eyes streamed with tears, softly murmuring: "Jing Hao..."

Ruthlessness flashed in Fu Nancheng’s eyes.

He grabbed her chin hard, forcing her to look at him: "Ha! Jing Hao?"

"Look clearly at who your man is!"

Qiao Mo, eyes brimming with tears, met his dark eyes, flickers of hatred crossing her eyes.

"Do you think after today, he’ll still like you as much? Hmm?"

Tears streamed down approaching a flood, Qiao Mo didn’t dare entertain the thought.

Didn’t dare think from now on, how she could ever face that man again with any dignity.

Qiao Mo, eyes glistening with tears, roared at the man: "Fu Nancheng... I hate you! I hate you!"

She scratched and punched him frantically, breaking several delicate nails, leaving red marks on his chest.

He restrained her hands, paying her struggles no mind.

The tears nearly drowned her, and soon, she could hardly lift her arms.

But she still stared at him with reddened eyes, crying continuously and mumbling: "Sob sob... I hate you... Fu Nancheng I hate you!"

A mist of tears clouded his eyes as well: "Hate me, I leave you with that."