Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free

Chapter 431-432: Am I Spoiling You Too Much (16-17)

"Ha, a fake marriage?" He sneered, especially mocking.The next second, he threw a small red book at her face.

"We’ve already gotten the marriage certificate, and you’re telling me it’s a fake marriage!" ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ N0v3l.Fiɾe.net

Fu Nancheng felt utterly ridiculous, his entire being like a madman with rage!

The marriage certificate hit her face, burning hot and painfully.

Qiao Mo’s tears fell instantly. She lowered her eyes and said softly, "The marriage certificate is also fake."

Fu Nancheng chuckled lightly, gripping her chin to make her meet his gaze: "Fake? Fake enough to invite guests! Fake enough to widely distribute wedding invitations! Fake enough to hire a priest!"

He roared, feeling as if his lungs might burst.

Qiao Mo’s tears pattered down. Did he really not believe her?

"Speak!" He shouted, like a beast gone mad.

Qiao Mo’s body trembled, shaking all over, eyes filled with tears, yet she defiantly spoke up: "What right do you have to criticize me? Aren’t you also engaged to someone else?"

Fu Nancheng was slightly stunned, as if he hadn’t expected her to speak like this.

A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "Ha! Just like you, it’s also a fake engagement! A fake marriage!"

Qiao Mo was so angry she kept crying, biting her lips lightly and refusing to speak again.

"Nothing more to say? Nothing more to say, is that it!" Fu Nancheng asked harshly.

Qiao Mo just remained silent.

"What are you doing?" Qiao Mo’s entire body trembled, this version of him was truly terrifying.

"Didn’t you say there were no kids? Soon there will be!"

Qiao Mo’s face went pale, grabbing his hand she said softly, "Fu Nancheng, don’t treat me like this, I’m scared..."

He paused slightly, his gaze falling on her small face, her long eyelashes wet like butterfly wings, trembling lightly, eyes filled with deep unease and fear, stirring a touch of compassion in him.

"Don’t..." Qiao Mo said softly.

But quickly, that trace of compassion in his eyes was replaced by the bright red marriage certificate beside him.

"Ha, don’t want it? Have I spoiled you too much, that you can simply say no!" His eyes were full of coldness.

All along, he didn’t want to force her!

If she was unwilling, he would endure!

But what did he get in return? Her wedding with someone else!

Fu Nancheng was like a madman out of control, Qiao Mo bit her lips hard, eyelashes slightly wet, her little face a few shades paler.

She slowly opened her eyes, her vision somewhat blurred.

But when those eyes cleared up, they were full of icy detachment.

She looked at him coldly, sarcastically saying: "Is that enough?"

He pressed his lips together looking at her without speaking, his previously eased expression turning dark again.

"Satisfied? If you’re satisfied, then can you let me go..."

Fu Nancheng’s gaze turned cold again, hoarsely saying: "Don’t look at me with those eyes, I don’t like it."

Qiao Mo chuckled softly: "So, do I have to become whatever you like?"

His face turned grim, not saying a word, pulling off his tie, and before Qiao Mo realized what he was doing, he grabbed her wrist, firmly pressing both of her wrists above her head.

The dark blue tie wrapped tightly around her wrists, rendering her unable to move.

"Fu Nancheng! What are you doing... you madman!" Qiao Mo’s voice carried a sobbing tone, struggling hard to free her wrists, but it was futile.

The other end of the tie was tied tightly to the head of the bed, and as she struggled, the headboard trembled slightly.

"Let me go... you madman..." Qiao Mo tilted her head, unable to see her wrists, let alone untie them.

"Madman, I am mad." He once again covered her with his body, gently covering her eyes with a strip of fabric from her wedding dress, tying it behind her head.

The world suddenly turned dark, and every inch of her skin became sensitive.

"Don’t treat me like this... don’t treat me like this..." Qiao Mo whimpered.

He leaned by her ear, cruelly saying: "Next time, remember to use poison, otherwise... don’t blame me for making you cry."

Qiao Mo’s breathing became heavier, her hands bound at the head of the bed, feeling especially humiliated, struggling hard a few times, but besides ’bang bang’ sounds, the headboard didn’t move at all.

She couldn’t break free at all.

Initially, Qiao Mo turned her head aside to avoid, whimpering and begging him to let go.

But in the darkness, she became filled with unease, quivering lightly.

Later on, her arms and wrists ached endlessly, her throat was hoarse, and she was exhausted from crying.

She simply stopped struggling, biting her lips tightly, silent.

She just thought, after all, she liked this man, and it’s not like she hadn’t been touched by him before, so why make things difficult for herself?

But as she quieted down, Fu Nancheng’s gaze became even gloomier.

"Sob sob..."

In the end, she was still defeated by him.

Tears wet the white veil covering her eyes, but it was still a void of darkness.

Looking at her pale little face, he slowly reached out to remove the fabric covering her eyes, his fingers gently resting on her lips, the anger in his eyes dissipating a bit.

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