novelraw Chapter 430: Am I Spoiling You Too Much (15)
Chapter 430: Am I Spoiling You Too Much (15)
He chuckled lightly and yanked Qiao Mo to his side: "If you’ve got the guts, just take her!"Jing Hao instinctively reached out to grasp Qiao Mo’s other hand, but in the next moment, Fu Nancheng kicked him in the chest and then fiercely stomped on his hand: "It seems that the lesson I gave you last time wasn’t enough."
Qiao Mo’s eyes turned completely red, fearing this scene might agitate Feng Lan. She stared directly at him and said coldly, "Fu Nancheng, if you touch him again, I’ll disappear from your sight for the rest of my life."
He was slightly stunned, his gaze landing on her face, somewhat dazed.
Disappear from his sight for the rest of her life...
She really knows how to hit him where it hurts.
The murmurs around continued, all quietly discussing the farce.
"What on earth is going on? Is this Qiao Mo really pregnant with someone else’s child?"
"How could the Jiang family find such a fickle woman?"
"No way, the Jiang family will absolutely not accept such a woman!"
"Engaging with other men before marriage, she’s simply a slut..."
Listening to the various murmurs, a hint of self-mockery appeared in Qiao Mo’s eyes.
This is his goal, isn’t it? In order to sabotage this marriage, he doesn’t mind ruining her, making her become the fickle slut in people’s mouths...
Fu Nancheng finally released his foot, letting go of Jing Hao, and tugged Qiao Mo’s arm, walking her outside.
"Let go! Bastard!"
Qiao Mo forcefully shook his arm, but ended up being dragged along, even losing one of her high heels, tripping several times over the wedding dress.
"Xiao Mo!" Jing Hao climbed up from the ground, immediately chasing after them.
But at this moment, Aunt Lan, who had been by Feng Lan’s side all along, suddenly let out a cry of alarm: "Jing Hao!"
Jing Hao turned his head to look, only to see the originally seated Feng Lan in the wheelchair, with lowered eyes, slowly drooping her eyelids.
"Mom!" Jing Hao immediately rushed toward Feng Lan.
Qiao Mo also stopped, looking at Feng Lan’s back with tears in her eyes: "Aunt Feng..."
Soon, many people surrounded them, enclosing Jing Hao and Feng Lan’s figures within layers, making it impossible for Qiao Mo to see.
Jing Hao raised his eyes to look in Qiao Mo’s direction, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes.
...
Fu Nancheng dragged Qiao Mo all the way to the hotel, kicked open the door, and pressed her against the door panel.
With one hand tightly gripping her wrist and pressing it beside her arm, the other hand ripped with a ’tear’ sound, pulling apart her wedding dress.
The sleeves and chest of the wedding dress were instantly torn open halfway, revealing skin as smooth as cream.
His eyes were bloodshot, fiercely covering her lips, biting roughly as if wishing he could bite off a piece of flesh.
Even so, he found it difficult to vent the fury in his heart.
Qiao Mo was forced to submit to his lips and tongue, nearly suffocating.
"Mm..."
Qiao Mo could only let out soft whimpers, unable to utter a single word, her mouth aching terribly...
She raised her hand to push against his chin, attempting to push him away.
He grabbed her hand, directly restraining it at her lower back, not allowing any movement.
After more than ten minutes, Qiao Mo’s face was flushed red, almost on the brink of suffocation.
He finally let go, lifting her and slamming her onto the bed forcefully.
Standing by the bed, he took off his suit jacket and approached her again...
Qiao Mo felt dizzy, not having time to get up from the bed before he pressed down on her, pinching her chin with one hand, his eyes full of darkness.
"I wondered what you secretly gave me that thing for, turns out it was to get married!"
"Fu Nancheng... I’m fake marrying him... I just wanted..." Qiao Mo explained, teary-eyed.