novelraw Chapter 349: You Better Behave (10)
Chapter 349: You Better Behave (10)
Immediately, he pried open her fingers, took the phone, and turned to leave.Qiao Mo wouldn’t have it, she immediately chased after him, circled in front of him, and fiercely grabbed his collar: "Give me back my phone... Fu Nancheng... give it back!"
Qiao Mo shouted sternly, her beautiful eyes swollen and red.
He stared at her for a few seconds but then tossed the phone to Fifteen at the door. Fifteen immediately took the phone and turned to leave.
She instantly let go of him to chase after Fifteen, but he caught hold of her waist and wouldn’t allow it.
"Get out! Get out!"
"Let go of me... bastard!"
Her sharp claws hammered against his chest, trying to break free from his grip.
He restrained her waist with one hand, and tightly gripped her fair hand with the other, letting her struggle, yet no matter how she struggled, he remained motionless.
Qiao Mo furiously bit into his neck, almost tearing off his Adam’s apple.
The taste of blood soon spread in her mouth, far more acrid than tears.
"I hate you! Fu Nancheng, I hate you!" Qiao Mo choked out, her voice hoarse after struggling for half a day.
His Adam’s apple moved slightly, and his dark eyes showed a hint of hurt, yet still went on with his usual stubbornness and coldness.
Having struggled for so long, Qiao Mo seemed tired, collapsed in his arms, almost sliding to the ground.
Fu Nancheng picked her up and placed her on the soft bed, turned around intending to leave, but Qiao Mo suddenly grabbed his large hand, tearfully looking at him, softly pleading: "Could you return the phone to me, please? Fu Nancheng... I beg you... please give me back the phone..."
He paused slightly, turned around, and wiped away the tears from her cheek with his hand, his thumb gently sliding over her cheek.
But then, he turned to leave.
Qiao Mo’s body went limp, sitting on the bed in a daze.
Before long, Qiao Mo regained her senses, looking at the tightly shut door with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes, dragging her weakened body to pick up a shard of glass from the carpet, and sliced toward her wrist.
She doesn’t want to die; she’s still young, hasn’t lived enough.
She hasn’t yet seen Xiao Xuan marrying and having children, nor seen her father come out of prison.
She hasn’t yet seen anyone tame Xie Qinghuan, that enchanting creature, nor waited for Chuchu to return from abroad for a small reunion...
But what if he won’t let her leave?
Perhaps when she’s close to dying, then he’d send her to the hospital.
And then maybe she could meet Qinghuan at the hospital, could see Jing Hao.
Carmine blood instantly gushed out, scattered on her dress, on the bedsheet, everywhere, like winter blooming red plum flowers, gaudy and dazzling.
Qiao Mo lowered her gaze, quietly leaning against the bedhead.
Once is alright, twice is fine...
She doesn’t want to forever be under his control like this.
Yet she really doesn’t know how else to resist, to rebel... to make him understand that she has her own will, that she’s not just a puppet.
Qiao Mo was already exhausted from the turmoil, leaning against the bedhead, feeling sleepy.
The dripping blood on her wrist barely made her feel anything, yet she couldn’t help but wonder how Jing Hao was doing now? Was the surgery successful...
She really doesn’t want their last embarrassing meeting to be their final encounter in this lifetime.
Suddenly she regrets, regrets that after he suffered such severe injuries, she was truly heartless and never cared.
Qiao Mo lowered her gaze again, recalling Fu Nancheng’s deep eyes, like being caught in a whirlpool, struggling and struggling, yet ultimately being engulfed.
She recalled she wasn’t the girl he was looking for, remembered all this that came inexplicably.
Sometimes she sincerely wants to know what she did wrong.