After Qiao Zhenggang had taken revenge on Qin Zhenzhen, he pulled up his pants and before leaving, he did not forget to untie the rope for her and took out the cloth ball stuffed in her mouth.
Because he guessed that she would not dare to speak out.
"Ugh~" The fear that Qin Zhenzhen had suppressed in her throat was finally released, but her trembling body could not exert any strength and she could only retch uncontrollably.
Tears streamed down her humiliated face, and she sat powerlessly on the snow like a rag doll that had been crushed and torn into pieces.
She watched helplessly as the beast who took away her virginity gradually disappeared from her sight, but she could do nothing.
After such a shameful incident, she could only swallow her anger and dare not tell anyone about it.
Even if Qin Lingxiao could tear Qiao Zhenggang apart, her reputation would be ruined, and she would never be able to marry into a good family in the future.
Si Yang was lying alone on the hospital bed. Just as he finished applying his facial mask, the door was pushed open.
Qin Zhenzhen's legs felt weak, and she stumbled slightly. Her braid was a little crooked and messy, obviously re-braided. Her jacket was stained with water stains, and two buttons were missing. The corners of her eyes were noticeably red, from crying...
Seeing her unsteady balance, Si Yang raised an eyebrow and jokingly said, "If you don't want to take care of me, you can leave at any time. There's no need to put yourself in this state, right? Do you want me to take care of you in return?"
Anger rose in Qin Zhenzhen's tired eyes. "Qin Siyang, you deliberately kept me here for another purpose, right?"
The dim electric light cast a soft glow, and Si Yang's half-smiley eyes scanned her.
"What do you mean by other purpose? I don't understand you."
Qin Zhenzhen clenched her fists, her nails nearly scratching her palms. She stared at Si Yang with hatred, her eyes filled with resentment as if filled with poison.
She finally understood why Si Yang had asked her to stay and "take care" of her. It was to let Qiao Zhenggang take revenge on her. She must have deliberately let Qiao Zhenggang out.
She wanted to rush up and strangle Si Yang to death without hesitation, but she was concerned that Si Yang had a backup plan, so she could only suppress her anger.
"It's getting late and I'm sleepy. You can leave anytime if you want." Si Yang pulled up the quilt and crawled in.
The ward fell into silence, and Qin Zhenzhen stood there like a broken statue. How could she swallow the humiliation she had suffered today?
She wanted to slam the door and leave, but she was afraid of running into that "evil ghost" Qiao Zhenggang again.
Thinking that he had touched her body, she wanted to wash it off.
Si Yang buried his head in the quilt and heard Qin Zhenzhen pouring boiling water into the enamel basin. Then the door opened and she went to add water.
Si Yang boldly speculated that Qiao Zhenggang had most likely confirmed the crime that Qin Zhenzhen was trying to accuse him of.
Qin Zhenzhen's compromising look was because she wanted to preserve her reputation, so she planned to suffer a loss in secret.
Qin Zhenzhen washed herself over and over again, then comforted herself that everything was fine and she would pretend nothing had happened.
The next day, she got up early and prepared to go back to the company headquarters. Qin Lingxiao came over early in the morning with a net bag lunch box.
He brought millet porridge and steamed buns to Qin Siyang and Qin Zhenzhen. Although he had a lot of things to do, as long as the relationship between his two sisters improved, he was still willing to take the time to care about them.
But as soon as he entered the room and saw Qin Zhenzhen's red and swollen eyes, the corners of his lips suddenly drooped.
"Zhenzhen, what's wrong? Have you been crying?"
He immediately put the lunch box in his hand on the cabinet beside him, pulled Qin Zhenzhen to the window, and asked nervously with his head down.
"No...it's okay..." Qin Zhenzhen forced a smile and changed the subject, "Brother, I'm hungry."
Qin Lingxiao found her attempt to hide something rather out of character, so he grabbed her hand and started to question her. But she hissed, and the obvious pain on her face vanished in an instant.
Qin Lingxiao realized something was wrong. He lifted her sleeve and took a look, ignoring her struggle. He saw a bruise on her wrist left by the binding.
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