Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free

Chapter 353: You Better Behave (14)

The sharp gleam of the dagger had already pierced through his shirt in an instant, and Qiao Mo could even feel the sharp tip pressing against his skin.A little more force would pierce into his chest.

"Fu Nancheng... let go quickly! Please, let go!" At this moment, Qiao Mo was truly panicking; it’s the heart, that’s the heart...

Tears cascaded down, and Qiao Mo frantically shook her head, her small face ghostly pale without a hint of blood.

"Weren’t you going to see him? If you stab it in, you can go see him one last time!" Fu Nancheng spoke with a cold sneer, eyes filled with ruthless determination and madness.

The dagger pierced into his chest, and instantly, a spot of crimson spread on the snow-white shirt, ruby-sized, then gradually expanded outward... spreading...

Qiao Mo’s eyes were filled with the bloodstain on his chest, her beautiful eyes wide in shock.

"No... let go quickly! You’re bleeding..." Qiao Mo’s hands were bitterly aching, her entire body and nerves were tense, a thin layer of sweat seeping from her nose and forehead, afraid that if she let go, the dagger would completely pierce his heart.

"Weren’t you going to kill me? Didn’t you want me dead! Huh?" He said coldly with reddened eyes, seemingly unconcerned about his own life.

"I didn’t... I didn’t... I just wanted to see him once... I just wanted to see him once." Looking at the increasingly deeper dagger, Qiao Mo was on the verge of collapse.

"As long as I’m not dead, you’re not going anywhere today!" His lips paled a few shades too, his gaze still ominous and cold, carrying an incomprehensible obsession and madness.

The longer she held on, the more strength Qiao Mo lost.

In a moment of distraction, the dagger slipped from her hand and completely fell into his.

Seeing the force in his hand suddenly intensify, aiming to stab into his own heart, Qiao Mo gasped, without thinking, her small hands directly grabbed the sharp blade: "No... don’t do this..."

The sharp blade instantly cut her palm, and Qiao Mo held the dagger tightly, eyes flushed, choking, "Fu Nancheng... let go... please let go."

A burning pain emanated from her palm, bright red blood immediately leaked out, dripped onto the snow-white bedsheets, and rolled down the blood groove on the dagger to his chest, mingling with the blood there, increasingly intense.

Looking at her small hand clutching the dagger, he was momentarily lost.

Seizing his moment of distraction, Qiao Mo yanked the dagger out and threw it to the ground.

Qiao Mo’s heart finally relaxed, like having fought a huge battle, she collapsed onto the bed, eyeing him with teary eyes, still somewhat dazed and lost.

His gaze swept over her bloody small hand, breathing slightly halted, he slowly reached out, attempting to hold her delicate hand: "Xiao Mo..."

But just as his fingertips were about to touch her small hand, Qiao Mo moved, withdrew her gaze, and pushed him away. Before Fu Nancheng could react, she ran barefoot away from him, yanked open the hospital room door, and dashed out without looking back.

Shiwu furrowed his brows, looked at Fu Nancheng, and asked, "Young Master?"

Fu Nancheng’s eyes revealed a trace of self-mockery, he sat down on the bed in a daze, lowered his eyes and said softly, "Let her go."

Upon hearing this, Shiwu glanced at him and replied solemnly, "Yes."

Then he withdrew from the room, making sure to close the door.

Fu Nancheng sat by the bed, fingers entwined in his hair, eyes downcast, hiding the pain within.