Chapter 43 You are a beast!
Su Yumian staggered and almost fell down due to being pulled by Fu Quezhou, but Fu Quezhou acted as if he didn't see it.
After forcefully pulling him into the living room, he yelled at the servants who were busy preparing dinner in the living room, "Get out!"
The servants were afraid of Fu Quezhou, so they dropped what they were holding and ran out in a hurry.
After everyone left, Fu Quezhou grabbed Su Yumian's neck by the back, pressed him down on the dining table, and reached for his buttocks with his other hand.
Su Yumian's pupils suddenly contracted, and he said hurriedly, "Fu Quezhou, what are you doing? Wait a minute...!"
However, at this moment, Fu Quezhou's mind was filled with anger, and the last bit of rationality was gone.
"What are you waiting for? Since you've already escaped, why are you coming back?" Fu Quezhou's eyes were red, and he kept moving, very rudely.
Su Yumian struggled hard, "No, that's not the case. Let me explain... Ugh!"
The pain made him tilt his neck back uncontrollably, his eyes suddenly widened, and the blue veins on his neck bulged out, clearly visible.
Fu Quezhou grabbed the back of his neck, his face grim. "Explain? When have you ever told me the truth? How are you trying to deceive me this time?"
"No, it's not like that, wuwuwu..."
The intense pain made him cry out, and the bright red blood dripping on the floor proved Fu Quezhou's brutality.
"Cry! You only know how to cry. If you ran away, you shouldn't come back. Now that you're back, you have to accept whatever I give you!"
He became more and more rough, and in the end Su Yumian was in so much pain that she could no longer make any sound.
Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Fu Quezhou gradually regained his sanity. He helped Su Yumian up and turned his face over. Only then did he see that Su Yumian's face was covered with tears, and he was biting his lips tightly and not saying a word.
Fu Quezhou was breathing heavily, staring at Su Yumian's pale face. Suddenly, he let go, stood up and left while tidying up his clothes, picked him up and put him on the sofa.
"Okay, now I'll give you a chance to explain. If you can't convince me, you know the consequences."
However, Su Yumian didn't want to say a word now. There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart.
When he wanted to explain, Fu Quezhou was only concerned with venting his anger. Now he was tired and numb.
When a person no longer has any hope or emotion towards anything, the numb body can no longer feel pain.
Seeing that he didn't say a word, Fu Quezhou laughed angrily, "Ha! That's right, you are no different from them. One by one, they all want to leave me. Of course, you can't explain it, but..."
He rushed towards Su Yumian, grabbed her neck, and yelled at her, "I've been so good to you, why are you running away?!"
For Su Yumian, he took the initiative to take medicine and control his thoughts, which had never happened before.
Su Yumian, whose expression remained calm, sneered sarcastically after hearing his words. He said in a cold tone, "Fu Quezhou, you are a beast!"
Fu Quezhou was stunned when he heard this. He always felt that Su Yumian was different from before. The person who could only beg for mercy actually resisted.
This escalated Fu Quezhou's rage to another level: "Yes! I'm a beast! I should do something even more beastly so that you will never be able to escape from me!!"
He roared at Su Yumian and tore his clothes.
Su Yumian panicked and raised his hands to fight back: "Fu Quezhou! What are you doing?!"
"What are you doing? Do what an animal should do!"
"No! Don't do this... No, wuwu..."
However, Fu Quezhou acted as if he didn't hear anything, and grabbed his ankles with both hands and bent them hard.
“Ahhhhhh!!!”
Severe pain spread from his ankle throughout his body. Su Yumian screamed and then fainted from the pain.
Old Wang, the servant, and Secretary Jin, who were waiting outside the villa, trembled all over when they heard the scream.
Old Wang was a little worried about Su Yumian's condition, so he said to Secretary Jin, "Secretary Jin, please go in and persuade Mr. Fu. If this continues, Mr. Su will die."
"Yeah, it's already pitiful enough, and Mr. Fu still..."
Lao Wang touched her suddenly and reminded her not to talk nonsense and be careful not to get herself into trouble.
The servant knew he had said the wrong thing and timidly glanced at Secretary Jin's face.
"Don't worry, I'm not the type to gossip." Secretary Jin calmly withdrew his gaze and changed the subject, "President Fu must have his reasons for doing that. Let's not meddle in his business."
Upon hearing this, Old Wang and the servant looked at each other and secretly cursed Secretary Jin for being cold-blooded and heartless. If the person being treated like that was his relative or friend, he might not have stood by and watched so coldly.
In Fu Quezhou's study, he opened the drawer and took out the medicine he had asked the psychologist for before. One box was half finished.
Staring at the medicine, the corners of his mouth slowly rose, but not out of joy.
Those eyes were still calm, even with a hint of gentleness, but there seemed to be a layer of ice in the depths of the pupils, so cold that it was intimidating.
He opened the remaining two boxes of medicine, picked out the pills one by one, and finally - poured them all into the trash can.
Su Yumian, who had been sleeping in bed for two days, suddenly woke up, staring at the familiar ceiling, and subconsciously wanted to get out of bed and run away.
However, as soon as he lifted the quilt, the scene that came into his eyes made him feel like he was falling into an icy cave.
The original pair of slender legs from the calves to the knees were gone, and the part below the calves was wrapped with thick gauze. Bright red blood soaked through the gauze and dyed the bed sheets red.
"No, my legs!!"
Su Yumian suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling and gasped, as if he had not yet woken up from the nightmare.
He subconsciously moved his legs, and the pain from his ankle made him realize that his calf was still there, but the cold and familiar touch made him stunned.
His brain froze for more than ten seconds before he remembered where the cold feeling came from.
He lifted the quilt and was glad that his legs were still there. Tragically, the shackles on his feet forced him to face reality again.
That's right, he was imprisoned again, before it was one, now it was a pair.
The injured ankle was now red and swollen, and it hurt even the slightest movement.
“Crack—”
The door opened and Wei Ji, a man wearing a white coat and with electronically permed hair, walked in carrying a medicine box.
Seeing that he was awake, Wei Ji said, "Little cutie, are you awake?"
Su Yumian looked at Wei Ji and saw him take out a bottle of spray and gauze from the medicine box. He asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm Wei Ji. Last time I saw you..." Wei Ji paused and corrected, "Oh, no, you were unconscious when I came last time."
As he spoke, he walked to the other side of the bed, gently lifted Su Yumian's injured ankle, and said softly, "I'm going to apply medicine to you now. It will sting a little, so bear with it."
As soon as my hand touched it, I felt a piercing pain, "Ugh... it hurts, it hurts..."
Wei Ji's face was filled with heartache, and he cursed softly, "Fu Quezhou, that madman, was too cruel."
After applying the medicine, they took out two splints to fix it, and finally wrapped it tightly with gauze and it was done.
Su Yumian was stunned and asked, "Don't I need to go to the hospital?"
Hearing this, Wei Ji turned her head away, looking very busy in her dress, "No, it's not a big deal, it's just a ligament strain."
Bullshit!
It was clearly a fracture, but Fu Quezhou disagreed. Who dared to take him to the hospital?
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