Chapter 82 Packing up and going home

He struggled to remember, but Fu Quezhou was like a mountain, pressing down on him.

He had no choice but to let him go.

"Mianmian? Can't you hear me?"

Su's father's voice was still coming from the phone. Su Yumian gasped and couldn't say a word for a long time.

Seeing this, Fu Quezhou curled his lips into a smile and turned on the hands-free function.

Su Yumian opened his eyes wide in shock and quickly replied, "Dad, I... am listening... I'm still... uh...!"

"Are you still working overtime? It's so late and you're still being forced to work overtime. You're not even worthy of being ordered around like that. Your boss is such a jerk."

Hearing this, Fu Quezhou snorted softly, lowered his head and bit Su Yumian's ear.

The strange feeling made Su Yumian couldn't help but exclaim.

"ah…!"

Fu Quezhou chuckled and whispered in his ear, "Keep your voice down. It won't be good if your father-in-law hears you."

Su Yumian glared at him resentfully. This guy must have done it on purpose.

"Dad...haah...what's wrong with you...? Uh..."

Su Yumian tried his best to make his voice sound normal, but there were always people who were trying to do bad things.

"I just wanted to ask if you'll be back for the New Year. Your mom and I are looking forward to your return."

After hearing this, Su Yumian's gradually blurred eyes cleared up.

He glanced at Fu Quezhou and saw that he didn't seem to have any intention of stopping him, so he hurriedly said, "Go back! I'll go back tomorrow... Uh-huh~!"

Hearing that he was going back, Fu Quezhou bit his ear hard in revenge.

When Father Su heard this, his voice became much more cheerful.

"Really? That's great! I'll tell your mom to kill the chickens and ducks right away so you can have something to eat when you come back tomorrow."

Hearing this, Su Yumian stretched out his hand tremblingly, his finger hovering one centimeter above the hang-up button.

He said quickly, "Dad, I'm going to hang up first. If you have anything to say, I'll talk to you tomorrow when I get back."

After saying that, he quickly hung up the phone and pushed Fu Quezhou, "Stop biting me. How can I face people tomorrow if I leave marks?"

However, Fu Quezhou not only refused to listen, but became even more demanding.

He straightened up, looked at the black mole on the sole of his foot, chuckled and said, "There's a mole here. Let me try to see if I can pick it off."

“Stop…it’s itchy…!”

"That won't work~"

"No, wait a minute..."

"Stop...it's too itchy...stop it! Ugh!"

“Crack!”

Outside the window, lightning flashed across the night sky, followed by heavy rain pouring down.

The raindrops hit the glass and slowly slid down, leaving behind streaks of water.

Fu Quezhou looked at Su Yumian, who was already unconscious and whose eyes were rolling around, and chuckled, "Looks like we need to replace the sofa too..."

Also?

Su Yumian's mind was fuzzy and he couldn't think about the meaning of this sentence.

He didn't remember how he got back to the bedroom. He woke up from a nap and subconsciously touched his side, but it was cold.

He looked up slightly and sure enough, Fu Quezhou was not on the bed.

"I'm so thirsty..."

He rubbed his eyes and slowly got out of bed. He opened the bedroom door and walked into the corridor. Looking down, he couldn't see Fu Quezhou in the living room.

"Zhou Zhou, where are you?"

He slowly walked down the stairs holding the handrail, and the sound of his slippers tapping on the stairs seemed particularly loud in the quiet early morning.

In the basement, Fu Quezhou's pure black shirt was stained with blood.

But because it was black clothes, it was hard to see, and I could only smell the strong smell of blood.

The owner of this bloody smell was naturally the tied-up Lin Mo.

At this time, he had been tortured by Fu Quezhou to the point of being out of breath, with blood all over his mouth and a few teeth on the ground.

Fu Quezhou held a pair of pliers in his hand and rubbed the blood on the tip of the pliers onto Lin Mo's face.

He said with a gloomy face, "Because of you, Mianmian suspected me, and he even cared about your whereabouts, which made me very unhappy."

Lin Mo opened his eyes wide in horror. He was tortured so badly that he could no longer feel the pain. He was numb from the pain.

Because my whole body is in pain.

"Mr. Fu, I was wrong..."

Lin Mo spoke intermittently. This sentence had been imprinted in his mind. He thought that as long as he admitted his mistake, Fu Quezhou would let him go.

Fu Quezhou chuckled, his tone revealing a hint of doting, "Okay, I understand. I'll pull out another one. Just bear with it."

As the pliers slowly clamped Lin Mo's lower teeth, the howl of fear grew louder and finally turned into a scream.

“Ahhhhhh!!!”

Su Yumian, who was drinking water in the living room, vaguely heard the sound and paused.

He looked around and listened carefully, and the sound disappeared again.

Is it possible that I am hallucinating because I haven’t woken up yet?

He was about to continue drinking water, but the next second, the sound rang out again, like whimpering and meowing.

He put down the cup of water and moved closer to the source of the sound.

He approached Fu Quezhou's study step by step, "The sound... seems to come from there..."

He came to the door of the study and knocked on it. "Zhou Zhou, are you in there?"

In the basement, Fu Quezhou stopped abruptly when he heard the knock on the door, and hurriedly covered Lin Mo's mouth.

"Shh! Be quiet." Then listen attentively.

The basement is next to the study, and the knocking sound can be heard clearly in the basement because of the closed amplification principle of the study space.

"Zhou Zhou, are you in there?" Su Yumian's ethereal voice came into the basement.

Fu Quezhou frowned, stared at Lin Mo helplessly and said, "Looks like this is all we have to do today."

After saying that, he picked up the rag and stuffed it into Lin Mo's mouth, then took off his black shirt and walked in another direction.

In the living room, Su Yumian put his ear to the door and listened for a while, then froze, "Why is there no sound?"

After hesitating for a few seconds, he said, "Zhou Zhou, then I'll come in?"

As he spoke, he placed his hand on the door handle and slowly turned it.

Just as he was about to push it open, he suddenly heard Fu Quezhou's voice from behind him.

"Why aren't you sleeping here?"

Su Yumian was shocked and turned around hurriedly, only to see Fu Quezhou appear at the door with his upper body naked, leaning against the door frame and looking at him.

Su Yumian was stunned, pointed at the study door behind him, and subconsciously asked, "Aren't you in here?"

Fu Quezhou still stood there without moving, and the coldness in his eyes was gradually hidden.

He chuckled and said, "You were confused in your sleep. I was outside the whole time. Did you hear it wrong?"

"Yeah?"

Su Yumian was a little confused. What was he doing outside in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?

He asked the question in his mind, and Fu Quezhou answered as a matter of course.

"Oh~ If you can't sleep, run a few laps. You'll be able to sleep when you're tired."

After saying that, he urged, "Don't stand there, go upstairs and sleep. Aren't you going home tomorrow? Are you planning to go back to see your parents with dark circles under your eyes?"

He urged, but still stood at the door motionless.

In the past, he would have immediately gone over to carry him upstairs, but now he was afraid that Su Yumian would smell the blood on his body.

Su Yumian didn't think much about it. If he went back like this, the two elders would definitely be worried.

"Then I'll go upstairs and sleep first."

"Well, go ahead."

Watching Su Yumian slowly go upstairs, the smile on Fu Quezhou's face gradually disappeared, and he looked at the closed study door with a gloomy expression.

The next day, just after eight o'clock, Su Yumian got up and started packing.

Although he said he was cleaning up, there weren't actually many things here that belonged to him. His things were all in the apartment.

After packing several sets of daily clothes, shoes and socks, he carried the suitcase downstairs.

As soon as I got downstairs, I saw Fu Quezhou sitting at the dining table drinking coffee. There were many gifts on the table.

Su Yumian was stunned when he saw this, and subconsciously asked, "You didn't sleep all night, did you?"