Chapter 35 In the critical moment, he arrived!
In the hotel suite, the heavy smell of smoke mixed with the pungent odor of alcohol.
Fang Ganming sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, a cigarette between his fingers, the crimson tip flickering.
A band-aid was haphazardly stuck to the back of his hand, the adhesive not firmly attached, and through the peeling edge, you could see a fresh teeth mark inside, with blood still seeping out.
His shirt was unbuttoned up to his chest, his belt was nowhere to be found, and his trousers hung loosely around his waist.
With a tiny red dot on his hand, he casually flicked it onto the carpet, and a small black mark immediately appeared where the sparks landed.
Fang Ganming narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on the large bed directly opposite him.
Qu He's hands were bound with a leather belt, her eyes were covered with a black cloth, and her breathing was rapid and disordered. Under the light, her skin had an abnormal flush, and the empty syringe at the foot of the bed reflected a cold light.
Fang Ganming licked his lips, his throat tightening.
From the moment Fang Ganming first saw Qu He, he had been thinking about this day.
Despite wearing the most conservative and old-fashioned black business attire, the coolness in her eyes always captivated his heart.
The allure hidden beneath an abstinent exterior is far stronger than that that pounces on you.
Unfortunately, she chose to cooperate with the Wan Group at the time, which caused him to miss the opportunity.
This had been on his mind for quite some time, but here it was, delivered right to his doorstep again...
Fang Ganming tapped his back teeth, took off his shirt and pants, and got up to walk step by step to the bedside.
The carpet was thick, and his footsteps were almost inaudible, but Qu He still felt a nauseous aura gradually approaching, and she shuddered.
The leather straps tied around her wrists were so tight they were painful, and her skin was already chafed raw, but the pain was nothing compared to the growing heat surging within her body.
She knew perfectly well that her rationality was being gradually eroded, and only the taste of blood from biting her tongue could keep her barely maintaining a sliver of consciousness.
The mattress sank in, and a pair of hands reeking of smoke approached, then abruptly ripped off the black bandages from her eyes.
The sudden light caused Qu He's pupils to shrink, and everything in her vision swayed before finally focusing on Fang Ganming's greedy face.
"Miss Qu, have you calmed down now?" He maliciously rubbed his fingers against her cheek.
Fang Gan grabbed her chin with one hand and lifted it forcefully. "Do you remember me?"
Qu He's eyes were glazed over, and her body was burning hot, but she was still struggling. Her tongue had been bitten until it bled, and her mouth tasted of blood.
"...Don't touch...me." Her voice was weak, but carried a hint of stubbornness.
Fang Ganming laughed, "You're quite stubborn. You can endure it for so long after getting an injection?"
He clicked his tongue twice, then tightened the leather strap on her wrist by two more notches. The metal buckle fell off, and Qu He groaned as it was tightened, her eyes instantly reddening, and tears welled up uncontrollably.
Fang Ganming tightened his grip on her chin a little more. "But I like stubborn people. They're more interesting when you tame them."
As he spoke, his hand had already reached down to the zipper on her skirt.
In an instant, all the lights in the room went out.
Almost simultaneously, the room door was kicked open with great force, the door panel slammed against the wall with a loud bang, and several dark figures rushed in.
Before he could react, an unknown force grabbed him by the neck and threw him into a corner behind the door. His back slammed against the wall, and the pain made his vision go black.
"Damn it, who are you?"
He clutched his back, cursing, and tried to get up.
"Who are you! Who let you in? Do you know who I am? Do you know who my father is? You dare touch me? I..."
Before he could speak, his head was slammed against the floor again, his face hitting the floor hard, his mouth full of blood as he groaned, "Ugh...ugh...mmm..."
He could only utter a few indistinct sounds; the rest of his words turned into chaotic sobs.
In the darkness, a tall figure looked down at him. Although the person did not say a word or make any extra movements, Fang Ganming could still feel the coldness emanating from him.
It's inexplicably terrifying!
"Clatter".
The lights came on.
Fang Ganming's eye was already swollen from the bump, and the sudden bright light made it sting his eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, she was met with the cold, sharp look in Zhuang Bieyan's eyes.
His voice trembled: "Zhuang...Zhuang Bieyan...how could you be here!"
He had never seen Zhuang Bieyan like this before; his black shirt was rolled up to his forearm, revealing his cold, hard wrist.
He lowered his eyes as if looking at a dead man, but when his gaze fell on the man's lower body, which was only wearing underwear, a fierce glint instantly appeared in his eyes.
With a long kick, the tip of his leather shoe pierced Fang Ganming's face, almost millimeters away from going into his eyeball.
"ah!"
Fang Ganming had just screamed when Zhuang Bieyan's foot stomped down, the sole of his leather shoe grinding against his face as if to crush his bones.
"Help... Panic! Let go... I..." He tried to struggle, but his legs and hands were held down tightly, and he couldn't move.
Zhuang Bieyan's anger gradually escalated, and the force of his stomping increased, causing the face beneath his feet to gradually twist and deform.
"Second brother, save them first." Yu Shan rushed over and quickly stopped him when he saw the situation was not right.
He was genuinely afraid that Zhuang Lao Er might lose control and actually harm someone.
Zhuang Bieyan paused for a moment, the crimson in his eyes faded slightly, he stomped his foot one last time before turning and walking towards the large bed in the inner room.
Fang Ganming collapsed to the ground, his face blurred with blood, looking exactly like a dying dog.
Zhuang Bieyan strode towards the bedside, his heart pounding with every step, and he didn't even realize how shaky his hands were.
Upon seeing the person on the bed, his pupils contracted sharply.
Qu He lay on the bed with her hair disheveled, her dress had fallen to her shoulders, revealing her skin, which was an abnormally red. Her dazed eyes were filled with tears, which slid down her cheeks onto the sheets.
Upon seeing the leather belt on her wrist, Zhuang Bieyan's eyes darkened even further.
Yu Shan followed in and, upon seeing this scene, quickly closed his eyes and turned his head away.
At the farewell banquet, he approached the bedside step by step and softly called her name.
"Quhe."
"Ugh...no...go away..."
As soon as her hand touched, Qu He began to struggle.
Every word felt like a knife piercing Zhuang Bieyan's heart.
He could only restrain her with one hand and use the other hand to untie the belt on her wrist.
The belt was wrapped several times and tied very tightly, and a lot of force was used, leaving a deep red mark on Qu He's wrist.
With each loop he untied, his hands trembled even more violently as he saw the deeper marks beneath.
Qu He was clearly no longer in her right mind, but her body was still instinctively resisting.
"Ugh...no...go away..."
Her tears flowed even more fiercely, and with her hands freed, she waved them wildly, hitting Zhuang Bieyan's hands repeatedly.
The force wasn't great, but the pain made him catch his breath and his heart clench.
Zhuang Bieyan quickly grabbed the blanket next to him and wrapped it around her struggling body. Then he bent down and carefully picked her up horizontally.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, his voice incredibly soft.
Qu He was restless in his arms, twisting her body and trying to break free. She punched his chest repeatedly, but he withstood several of her heavy blows and carried her out.
But as soon as he reached the foot of the bed, he paused when he saw the syringe next to it.
His blood seemed to freeze at that moment, and his hand almost went limp.
His voice was as cold as ice. He looked at Fang Ganming, who was huddled by the door, and asked, word by word, "What did you give her?"
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