novelraw Chapter 278 I Love Her (4)
Chapter 278 I Love Her (4)
Yan Yiheng was the first to step forward, kicking the burly man in front of him to the ground."Third Brother, how are you?" he asked, frowning as he looked at the pale-faced man, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.
Lu Qingxue slowly wheeled forward, looking at Fu Qingrou and said, "Mom, how many times do I have to tell you, the matter from back then has nothing to do with Brother."
At this moment, Fu Qingrou’s eyes also reddened as she looked away from Fu Nancheng, who was kneeling on the ground, saying nothing.
Lu Qingxue’s expression was calm as she looked at her mother, a trace of pain passing through her eyes.
A few seconds later, she slowly spoke, "Don’t use my name to trouble Brother anymore. The legs are mine; I don’t need anyone to pay for what happened back then. If you insist, just assume you don’t have this daughter."
"You!" Fu Qingxue was fuming, turning her head to glare at her daughter, disbelief in her eyes.
Lu Qingxue lowered her eyes and slowly said, "For so many years, you’ve inflicted your pain on too many people."
"Ha! Fine... fine!" A mist of tears appeared in Fu Qingrou’s eyes, and she chuckled softly.
As the mother and daughter confronted each other, Fu Nancheng finally couldn’t hold on, darkness engulfing his vision as he fell to one side!
"Third Brother!" Yan Jiu hurriedly caught him, then gently laid him down on the ground.
Fu Qingrou was also a bit dazed, looking at the figure on the ground, both hands clenched tightly, and finally forced herself to look coldly at her men and commanded, "Leave!"
After she left with her people, Lu Qingxue slowly moved forward, looking at the bloodstains on the ground, a trace of worry flashing in her eyes.
Fortunately, Yan Jiu had just bought a lot of hemostatic medicine, and hastily sprinkled some on after pulling up his pant leg.
At this moment.
Inside the car, Qiao Mo finally smashed open the car window, crawled out, and saw Fu Qingrou leaving with her people.
Her heart tightened, and she immediately staggered back to the warehouse.
"Fu Nancheng!"
The moment she rushed into the warehouse, the thick, pungent smell of blood surged.
At a glance, she saw him not far away lying in a pool of blood, soaked through, his face pale.
Qiao Mo’s eyes instantly reddened, and she wobbly ran forward, kneeling on the ground, "Fu Nancheng... Fu Nancheng, how are you?"
But he just kept his eyes tightly closed, his lightly pursed thin lips devoid of any blood color, pale and dry.
Qiao Mo tightly hugged his head, her hands cradling his face, choking up, "It’s going to be okay... it’s definitely going to be okay..."
"Fu Nancheng... wake up... I’ll take you to find a doctor... I’ll take you to the hospital, okay?"
The person on the ground still showed no response.
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes in heartache.
Her eyelashes were wet with tears.
Why?
Why did he have to bear it for her...
Yan Yiheng stood silently by the side, not pulling Qiao Mo away.
She gently cradled his head, her small face lightly pressed against his cool cheek, her eyes red, tears like broken pearls cascading down her cheeks, falling onto his face...
A few seconds later, a large hand slowly lifted.
Fu Nancheng gently opened his eyes, seeing a tear-streaked small face, crying so much that his heart ached.
He gently wiped away the tears on her face and softly said, "Don’t cry."
Qiao Mo was slightly stunned, staring at him dumbly.
"Fu Nancheng..."
"Be good," he softly spoke, as if each word was extraordinarily difficult for him to say.
Qiao Mo’s tears gushed, tightly holding him, "Let’s go home... I’ll take you home..."
He lightly lowered his eyes without a word, only the corners of his lips holding a faint curve, as if very content, very content.