novelraw Chapter 350: You Better Behave (11)
Chapter 350: You Better Behave (11)
Fifteen waited outside for a moment, then keenly detected a faint smell of blood in the room.He immediately frowned and knocked on the door.
The ’knock knock’ of the door sounded, and Qiao Mo barely lifted her eyelids, only feeling truly annoyed.
After waiting a few seconds, Fifteen knocked a few more times, and still there was no movement inside the room.
At this moment, Fu Nancheng also sensed something was wrong and quickly came over. Without waiting for Fifteen to speak, he pushed open the door and entered.
What he saw made his pupils contract suddenly, and his heart choked.
The petite woman was curled up in a ball by the bed, and one of her pale hands dangled casually off the side. At this moment, blood was continuously seeping from her wrist, glaring against the snowy white of her arm.
The bright red blood was like a crimson ribbon, winding around her wrist and dripping onto the bed, drop after drop, staining the sheets and blankets unknown amounts.
He quickly rushed to Qiao Mo, his large hands gripping her shoulders tightly: "Qiao Mo!"
His voice carried a slight tremor, filled with extreme fear and anxiety, even his breathing turned urgent.
Qiao Mo’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, but her eyes remained closed.
It was only then that Fu Nancheng calmed down a bit, immediately scooping her up waist-high, his handsome face pressed against her small one, holding her as he raced downstairs.
Soon, he was sitting in the car with her, tearing his shirt to wrap her wrist: "Quick, to the hospital!"
At this moment, Qiao Mo felt a bit cold, yet her mind remained clear. Leaning against his chest, she slowly opened her eyes, meeting his bloodshot gaze, and gently pulled out a shallow smile: "You’ve finally agreed to let me go to the hospital."
Upon hearing this, his hands paused in their actions, the arc of his thin lips grew even colder, and there was an uncontrollable anger and shadow in his eyes.
Does she care so much about Jiang Jinghao?
Care so much that she could even disregard her own life!
Thinking of this, the hostility in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced instead by an indescribable loneliness.
He looked down at her pale little face, silent and saying nothing. Official source is N0velFire.ɴet
Qiao Mo lowered her gaze again, feeling very tired.
It seemed like she had been a bit tired lately, though it seemed there were also many moments of happiness...
Seeing her lips turn a bit pale, Fu Nancheng took off his suit jacket to wrap her, holding her tightly in his arms, gently pressing her head against his chest, his eyes becoming somewhat moist: "Xiao Mo."
Qiao Mo lowered her gaze, snuggling a little deeper into his embrace: It’s so warm...
Why is it that his embrace is so warm, yet his heart is so cold.
Qiao Mo drifted in and out of consciousness the whole way, until more than an hour later, she lay in the hospital bed, quietly gazing at the ceiling.
The room was very quiet, with a faint scent of disinfectant lingering.
Her wrist still ached a bit, but it was now wrapped in a thick, white bandage.
Qiao Mo propped herself up slowly, but froze at the sight before her.
The entire room was astonishingly empty, besides a large, soft hospital bed and a sofa, there was almost nothing else...
Turning her head slightly, she saw two men in black guarding the direction of the windows. Looking towards the entrance, two more stood there, all staring straight ahead, like emotionless beings.
Qiao Mo examined them closely, a trace of mockery crossing her eyes.
She thought the hospital room felt strange; now she realized it was because all sharp and angular objects had been removed.
All that was left were soft items, nothing that would allow her to cut her wrist again.
And these people, were they here to monitor her?