Chapter 122 Don't be afraid, baby, your husband is here.
Mr. Xi was almost overwhelmed by her kiss, so he changed his strategy, picked up the burning hot person in his arms, and walked to the backyard of the room, to the natural hot spring.
He immersed her entirely in the warm spring water.
As soon as she touched the water, Gu Xingnian struggled violently, splashing water everywhere, like a dying person grabbing onto the last piece of driftwood.
She was afraid of water, a fear that ran deep in her bones.
Caught off guard, Mr. Xi was pulled by her and fell into the spring.
Water droplets splashed onto his golden mask, refracting into mesmerizing shimmering light.
He reacted quickly, his strong arm gripping her waist tightly to prevent her from sinking.
Enveloped in warm water and firmly controlled by him, Gu Xingnian slowly opened her eyes.
In the misty air, her eyes seemed to clear for a moment.
She saw the masked man in front of her clearly; he was both unfamiliar and dangerous.
"Don't come any closer!" She pushed him away forcefully.
Then, she suddenly submerged her entire head in the water, forcing herself to regain her senses.
"Niannian!" He was startled and quickly reached out to grab her.
He lifted her from the water, and she clung to his shoulder, coughing and choking, before bursting into tears.
The cries were heart-wrenching.
She was still mumbling "Don't come any closer" under her breath, but her body instinctively moved closer to him, craving the slight coolness and support from his body.
Two extreme emotions were pulling at her, pushing her to the brink of collapse.
He patted her back gently and whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, don't be afraid."
His voice seemed to possess some kind of magic.
He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her lips.
Just when the two were about to succumb to their desires.
Gu Xingnian suddenly mustered all her strength, hugged his head tightly, buried her face in his neck, and cried.
It wasn't the loud wailing of before, but a suppressed, desperate sobbing.
Her body was trembling violently.
He struggled to squeeze out a few broken words: "No...don't touch me...please..."
She was using the last vestiges of her sanity to fight a desperate battle against the destructive effects of the drug.
He stopped moving, a sharp pain piercing a corner of his heart.
He gently kissed away the tears on her cheeks, coaxing her with unprecedented tenderness: "Don't be afraid, baby, your husband is here..."
At this moment, all he wanted was to relieve her of all her defenses and burdens.
Tell her that the person holding her now is not some scary stranger.
It was him... Fu Beichen!
When she heard the word "husband," her body visibly stiffened for a moment.
But the hazy effects of the drug made it impossible for her to think clearly; she seemed to hear it, yet it was as if she hadn't heard it at all.
She just kept shaking her head, tears streaming down her face, "No..."
She was in extreme pain, and tears streamed down her face like broken beads, scorching his skin.
At this moment, Fu Beichen was torn between his inner thoughts and his own, and he hesitated.
If he were to take her as Mr. Xi today...
Therefore, once she regains consciousness, the two will inevitably become mortal enemies, with no room for reconciliation.
But if he were Fu Beichen... after she regains her senses, she might never forgive him for taking advantage of her vulnerability.
Then, he will lose her completely.
Unbreakable.
Finally, he tenderly kissed away her tears that kept falling.
Then, I carefully lifted her out of the hot spring, wrapped her in a large bath towel, and carried her to the room.
He made a phone call urging for the antidote, his tone agitated.
Before long, there was a knock on the door, and a bottle of bright green medicinal oil was brought in from outside.
He quickly opened the bottle, held the medicated oil to her nose and gently shook it, then applied some to behind her ears and palms, gently massaging it in.
A refreshing medicinal fragrance wafted into her nostrils, and her rapid breathing gradually calmed down, her tense body slowly relaxing.
Not long after, she fell asleep peacefully.
He carefully removed her soaked clothes and brought her a clean, soft silk robe to change into.
Then, suppressing the restlessness in his body, he gently pulled her into his arms and let her rest her head on his arm.
He held her like that, quietly watching over her.
She had already become his whole world!
He unknowingly succumbed to depravity, sinking deeper and deeper into it.
It's time to end everything here. He's going to take her back to Haicheng and make her his wife again!
...
In a guesthouse room not far from the airport, the air was filled with the smells of blood and medicine.
Cheng Xinyao held her breath, the tip of the tweezers firmly gripping the bullet embedded in Lu Lie's arm muscle.
"Hiss..." Lu Lie gasped, veins bulging on his forehead, and beads of sweat rolling down his face.
But he gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.
My mind is filled with images of Gu Xingnian being taken away by that bastard Mr. Xi. What will happen to her after she's been drugged?
Jealousy was driving him almost insane! He was so close... to taking her away.
"Alright," Cheng Xinyao said softly, tossing the bloodied bullet into the plate with a crisp clinking sound.
She bent down and carefully wrapped the bandage around his neck, her movements gentle.
Suddenly, a huge, iron-like hand gripped her throat!
Two terrifying flames burned in Lu Lie's eyes, his voice icy and chilling: "Yilanxiang, did you put it there?"
Cheng Xinyao trembled all over, and her breathing suddenly became difficult.
"I...I just wanted to help you, senior brother..." she struggled to explain, her eyes filled with terror.
"Help me?" A cruel smile curled at the corner of Lu Lie's lips, and he tightened his grip. "You opened that car lock too?"
His gaze was sharper than a knife, as if he wanted to slowly torture her to death.
Cheng Xinyao's face turned bright red, and she could hardly breathe. She gave up struggling and instead met his violent gaze, saying each word clearly, "Yes."
"If she... doesn't leave, you... will surely die!"
This time, Feng Jun is not here, and no one will come to save her again.
That's fine.
Cheng Xinyao's lips gradually turned bluish-purple, and tears slid down her cheeks. For so many years, she had followed him like a tail, loving him so humbly that she was reduced to dust.
Finally, I can be free! I can... stop loving.
Just when she thought she was about to suffocate, the grip on her neck suddenly loosened.
Lu Lie suddenly used force to throw her hard onto the bed next to him.
"Sizzle—"
The sound of cloth tearing.
Before Cheng Xinyao could react, Lu Lie's tall figure had already loomed over her.
...
Meanwhile, in the heart of the Maduri East district, a terrifying explosion rang out, and flames shot skyward!
The once-famous Red House was reduced to ashes in an instant.
From then on, there was no more Red House in Maduri.
Zhan Xiao's tall figure emerged from the billowing smoke of the ruins, radiating a suffocating aura of ferocity.
He was dragging a dying old man along like a dead dog.
With a "thud," the old man was thrown to the ground.
His sharp gaze swept over the dozens of black-clad bodyguards in front of him, exuding a murderous aura.
"Search! Search the entire city of Madu, turn it upside down, and find him!" Zhan Xiao's voice was as cold as ice.
"Yes!" After a thunderous response, the dark mass of people quickly dispersed, surging like a tide to every corner.
At this moment, a little boy with a head of eye-catching red hair timidly walked up to Zhan Xiao.
He looked up, mustered his courage, and said, "Can...can you let him go? I'll take you to that lady."
Zhan Xiao lowered his eyes, his sharp gaze falling on the boy with a scrutinizing look.
Meanwhile, Sheng Weiwei, who was locked in the iron cage, was being tossed around so much that she felt like she was about to fall apart.
Finally, she was carried into a huge warehouse, surrounded by piles of messy goods, and the air smelled musty.
A few worn-out sofas were placed not far away, and in the middle was a particularly large television set.
What kind of place is this?
Before she could figure it out, the warehouse door creaked open.
A bald man walked in.
When Sheng Weiwei saw his face clearly, she gasped in fright and shrank back into the corner of the cage.
The bald man's face was half burned, his skin shrunken and a terrifying dark red, a stark contrast to the other side of his normal face, so grotesque it sent chills down one's spine.
He carried a baseball bat on his shoulder, followed by a dozen or so shady-looking men, all oddly shaped and dressed in slovenly clothes, clearly low-level thugs.
Just as the bald man was about to speak, one of his henchmen rushed in, panting heavily.
"Brother Xiong...Brother Xiong! Something terrible has happened!"
"The Red House...the Red House has been burned down! Old Wu...Old Wu has also been captured by Zhan Xiao's men!"
"What did you say?!" The bald man, known as "Brother Xiong," had his one intact eye instantly filled with bloodshot veins, and his face became even more distorted.
Xing Wenxiong flew into a rage, turned around abruptly, grabbed a thick iron bar from the side, rushed to Sheng Weiwei's iron cage, and swung it down hard!
"Bang—!" A deafening crash resounded as the iron cage shook violently.
Sheng Weiwei was terrified and screamed. She huddled tightly inside the cage, trembling and not daring to breathe.
"Oh shit!"
Xing Wenxiong flew into a rage, then went around to the other side and started smashing the cage repeatedly.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Sheng Weiwei could only dodge left and right in the cage in terror, following his movements, afraid that the iron bar would hit her at any moment.
This person...this person is absolutely insane! A psychopath!
She's now kicking herself for it. Why did she ever ditch Zhan Xiao's bodyguards? She was asking for trouble!
Will Zhan Xiao come to save her?
But... they've never even slept together, so what am I to him?
Having no bargaining chips at all, a chilling sense of despair instantly gripped her heart.
When Xing Wenxiong got tired of smashing, he casually threw the iron bar away with a loud clang.
He plopped down on a tattered sofa not far away, panting heavily, and nodded to his underling next to him.
"Bring that thing over here!"
The two younger brothers hurriedly pushed the huge television set in front of the cage.
Xing Wenxiong grinned, revealing a twisted smile, half of his face looking good and the other half looking like a ghost, which made Sheng Weiwei feel uneasy.
"Hey girl, aren't you looking for Sheng Tingxiao? It's been so many years, it's time he showed his face!"
The TV screen flickered and then lit up.
A man appears on the screen, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, exuding a heroic aura. He is none other than Sheng Weiwei's beloved brother, Sheng Tingxiao!
"elder brother!"
Sheng Weiwei's eyes widened in disbelief, and her eyes welled up with tears!
Niannian, where are you? I see my brother!
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