novelraw Chapter 234: Hate Me, I’ll Let You Hate (5)
Chapter 234: Hate Me, I’ll Let You Hate (5)
Qiao Mo bit her lip tightly, her whole body convulsing, yet still unwilling to beg for mercy.His eyes flickered with a trace of coldness: "Heh, afraid Jiang Jinghao will hear, huh?"
She remained silent, and he rammed into her body again, his gaze sinister, his voice cold: "I want you to scream for him to hear."
He took her time and again.
In the end, Qiao Mo couldn’t bear it any longer, nearly breaking down: "Wuwu... Fu Nancheng... I beg you... please..."
"Beg me for what?" he pressed in a deep voice.
"Let me go... let me go..."
Qiao Mo choked out, her vision going dark, and she fainted.
Fu Nancheng was slightly taken aback, the hostility in his eyes dissipating somewhat.
He finally released her slowly, only then noticing that some blood had seeped out from beneath her at some point.
Looking at her swollen eyes, he felt a bit dazed.
He got up, walked to the window, lit a cigarette, and stared into the distance, feeling somewhat lonely.
He knew she had been set up, and also knew that nothing had happened between them.
But at the moment he pushed the door open, seeing her and Jiang Jinghao lying on the bed, his world collapsed.
He was insanely jealous, as though his heart had been carved out in a bloody slice.
Laughable that besides taking her again and again, he seemed to have no other way to prove she belonged to him.
...
More than half an hour later, Fu Nancheng changed his clothes, wrapped Qiao Mo in a blanket, and opened the door.
An utterly disheartened Jiang Jinghao snapped back to reality, his eyes red as he looked at him, reaching out with his unbroken but bloodstained hand, tightly grabbing Fu Nancheng’s pants: "What happened to Qiao Mo? What did you do to her!"
Fu Nancheng’s almond-shaped eyes slightly narrowed, the inky black of his eyes filled with a trace of frenzied jealousy and cruelty.
"Jiang Jinghao, you’d better stay away from her; next time, I won’t let you off so easily."
Shiwu stepped forward to pull Jiang Jinghao away, and Fu Nancheng coldly withdrew his gaze, holding Qiao Mo as he went directly downstairs.
"Xiao Mo... Xiao Mo!"
Jiang Jinghao tried to chase after them again, but Yan Yiheng leisurely walked up to him, curling his lips in a cold smile: "Mr. Jiang, I advise you not to bring trouble upon yourself, some things you can’t keep even if you hold onto them, so why make Qiao Mo suffer."
Jiang Jinghao remained silent, his eyes bloodshot.
Yan Yiheng chuckled lightly, warning: "Be smarter, it’ll be better for everyone."
With that, he gave him a deep look, stuffed a hand into his pants pocket, and turned to leave.
...
Inside Nanshan Villa.
Qiao Mo lay on the soft big bed with her eyes closed tightly.
Qin Zhaoran glanced lightly over Qiao Mo’s complexion, reached out to feel her pulse, and said softly: "It’s nothing, she fainted from crying too much and the pain."
With that, he turned around planning to leave the bedroom.
After all, no matter what, Qiao Mo was a woman and there were always some inconveniences.
But Fu Nancheng reached out to stop him, a hint of exhaustion in his eyes: "Zhaoran."
Qin Zhaoran gave him a look, then glanced at the pale face of Qiao Mo on the big bed, and said lightly: "Did it make her bleed?"
"Hmm."
Yan Yiheng didn’t enter the bedroom, leaning against the wall outside, smoking, listening to the conversation inside.
Qin Zhaoran pointed to an exposed section of Qiao Mo’s arm: "Look at the red marks on it."
Fu Nancheng turned his head to look, and her arm was covered in patches of bruises, looking shocking against the white jade-like skin.
"She’s just this kind of constitution, to put it plainly, she’s more delicate, can’t withstand you, and there’s nothing that can be done."
Fu Nancheng was silent.
Qin Zhaoran spoke again: "I’ll call for some medicine in a while, and for the time being, don’t touch her."