Chapter 81 There's nothing left to care about.

Fu Qiyu was relieved to know that Momo had woken up. Wendy had already told her about the situation when she came out earlier. It was all because Fu Yungui, that shameless man, was too rude that things turned out this way.

She was so exhausted that she fainted; she couldn't even imagine how intense it was.

How could Momo bear the treatment from that barbaric man? She couldn't even imagine how desperate she must have felt at that time.

She had waited there for so long just to go in and see Momo, but Anu told her he was in a bad mood and not to provoke him, and to come back tomorrow.

Otherwise, all that anger will be directed at yourself.

Fu Qiyu was taken aback when she heard him say that. She had just watched Shava playing with snakes for quite a while from outside.

I don't know what Shava did to offend him this time. He's a real pervert, that Fu Yungui.

Fu Qiyu stared at the tightly closed door and walked away cursing all the way.

After Anu persuaded Fu Qiyu to leave and returned, she saw the man leaning against the edge of the sofa smoking.

"You should all go back and get some rest." The man stubbed out his cigarette and lit another one. "We're going to Bangsalai today."

"Okay, okay." Sawa's agreement came faster than lightning, fearing that the man would change his mind at any moment, and he dragged Anu away.

He had been waiting for this man's words for longer than he had ever imagined.

"We're leaving now, Brother Yun," Anu said to him. "We'll come back this afternoon."

The man, with a cigarette between his fingers, leaned back on the sofa and nodded.

Before long, the sky outside began to lighten with the first hint of dawn. Momo had been in a semi-conscious state the whole time, and thankfully, the man never returned to the room.

This made her feel much more relaxed.

The curtains were left open last night, and now the sunlight streams into the bright room. Momo lies on the bed, staring blankly at the trees outside.

Even though it was daytime, she felt more drowsy and hopeless than if it were night.

Momo tried to get up, but after a night, the pain all over her body became even more pronounced.

She struggled for a long time before finally managing to get up, using the headboard next to her, and prepared to go back to her room to change her clothes.

Moreover, she thinks her phone is still in the room. She left it there yesterday when she went downstairs to cook, and she doesn't know if her mother will send her a message.

She can't go too long without replying to messages, lest she start worrying again, just like last time.

Momo returned to her room, and coincidentally, Su He called. She picked it up but immediately put it down, not daring to answer.

She looked at herself in the mirror and saw that she looked haggard and pale, with several unhealed wounds on the corners of her mouth. If her mother saw her like this, she would definitely be terrified.

At that point, no matter what reason she gives, she won't be able to convince her.

Momo sat on the edge of the bed, holding her phone, waiting for it to stop ringing before picking it up to reply to the message. Fortunately, there were no other unanswered messages in her chat with her mother, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Then I replied to her with the video message from earlier.

[Momo] Mom, I'm changing clothes and can't answer the phone right now.

[Soho] Okay, are you going out to play today?

【MoMo】I don’t know.

[Soho] Go out for a stroll today and take some landscape photos to show Mom, otherwise she'll think you've been cooped up at home the whole time.

[Soho] That's not good. We went there to relax.

Momo hesitated for a moment after looking at the message. She vaguely sensed that her mother also seemed to have doubts, but she didn't say it outright.

After all, she's been here for more than ten days, but he hasn't sent her a single photo of her sightseeing.

This seemed very abnormal to her mother.

After all, she knows herself well. If she were to travel, she would definitely not stay at home all the time, and she certainly wouldn't not share a single photo with her.

But since she came to Thailand, she hasn't even stepped outside the gates of the manor.

Momo thought back to last night, when the man promised her that she could go out for a stroll before he took advantage of her. She wondered if that promise still held true.

【MoMo】Okay.

She agreed readily, trying to dispel her suspicions.

【MoMo】I will definitely send it to you today.

[Su He] Okay, then hurry up and get ready. Mom went shopping too. Your dad will be home for dinner tonight.

【MoMo】Okay.

After ending the chat, she washed up and changed into long pants and a long-sleeved shirt to cover the scars on her body, then prepared to go downstairs to find something to eat.

Since I'm not dead yet, I should live well. At least I can stay alive and not cause my parents unbearable pain.

Anyway, I've lost almost everything and everyone I cared about, except for my parents.

She didn't care about anything else.

As she turned the corner leading to the living room, she smelled a strong, pungent smell of tobacco.

She frowned slightly and held her breath.

I wonder how many cigarettes this man smoked last night to have such a strong smell, and why it hasn't dissipated for so long.

Momo walked straight to the kitchen. As she passed the living room, she subconsciously glanced up at the sofa and saw a person lying on it. His shirt had been thrown on the floor and was mixed with a bunch of cigarette butts.

She guessed he would have spent the night here.

Momo looked away from his scratched chest and walked on her own without looking at him any longer.

There was still a little bit of food left in the kitchen last night, but I haven't had a chance to eat it yet; it should still be in the refrigerator.

Because he had lived in the military area since childhood, the man had always been a very light sleeper, and was especially sensitive to changes in his surroundings, waking up at the slightest noise.

So when Momo passed by, he woke up, but didn't open his eyes.

He sensed that the figure seemed to have lingered there for a while, but then quickly left.

He was quite surprised that she had taken the initiative to come downstairs today, and he was also curious about what she would do next.

So he lay there with his eyes half-closed, waiting.

Before long, the familiar aroma of food wafted from the nearby kitchen.

Fu Yungui suddenly opened his eyes, got up and sat on the sofa, looking in the direction from which the fragrance was coming.

Momo felt the gazes from not far away, but she pretended not to know anything and continued to eat her meal with her head down.

The woman was completely different from her sullen demeanor last night. Now she was sitting there eating as if nothing had happened, obediently, with the wound on her lip standing out even more against her fair face.

He couldn't see any of the injuries on his body. Not only were there no injuries, but not a single inch of skin was exposed. In such hot weather, even his neck was covered.

They're so protective of themselves, with those long sleeves, they practically want to hide the hands that hold the chopsticks too.

The hand holding the chopsticks... was as white and clean as that face, only a little empty.

Thinking this, he glanced at her again, and the next second, Fu Yungui's eyes changed slightly.