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After realizing Rong Heting's intention, Mu Qianqian was no longer calm and obedient like before.
After all her hopes had been shattered, all her fear retreated and an invisible Escape Armor enveloped her soul. She no longer knew why she was so afraid of Rong Heting.
Did he have the bone marrow she wanted?
"Let me go!"
"Come back with me."
"Rong Heting, I told you to let me go!"
"You better behave, and don't challenge my patience."
While Mu Qianqian was struggling, Rong Heting's hand strength also increased.
However, it was different from before. This time, Mu Qianqian truly acted as if she didn't feel any pain. She risked the delicate bones in her hands to break, trying to escape Rong Heting's control.
In the end, Rong Heting even heard the crisp sound from Mu Qianqian's palms. It was only then that he realized how serious the situation was and quickly released the restraint on Mu Qianqian in panic.
"What are you being stubborn about? "Let me see your hand!"
All of Rong Heting's calmness was dispersed by Mu Qianqian. After releasing Mu Qianqian, Rong Heting wanted to pull her hand up to check. However, before his palm could touch her slender hand, a sound suddenly came from her face.
"Pah!"
The scorching heat accompanied by a crisp sound came from his face. Rong Heting turned his head slightly, and the air around him froze.
Mu Qianqian endured the pain on her wrist, allowing the cold sweat to trickle down her forehead. She bit her lips and used all her strength to slap Rong Heting.
Even when Rong Heting was beaten up, his heart still quivered slightly. Even though the bright red handprint stung her eyes, Mu Qianqian still bit her lips and endured.
Rong Heting tilted his head and stayed silent for a long time. Finally, he turned his head and looked back at her. Mu Qianqian didn't allow herself to retreat. She spoke even before the men did, blocking off any possible words that might come out of his mouth.
"It's true. Rong Heting, what face do you have for me to return to Rong Manor with you? You seem to have forgotten, I am willing to follow you, willing to obediently accept your requests, all for the sake of my brother's bone marrow! Now that you have nothing left, do you think I will still be by your side? "
Rong Heting saw Mu Qianqian stubbornly facing him. There was not a single shred of cowardice in her eyes as she stared at him with eyes filled with hatred.
"You're willing to stay with me just for Mu Shen?"
Even though he knew the answer, Rong Heting still asked it at this moment.
Mu Qianqian laughed self-deprecatingly. Looking at the bright red handprint on the man's face, she felt her palms turn hot and numb.
All the pain on his arm, which had almost been broken, was so vivid and distinct. However, the pain came from his own heart.
"What do you think?"
There was no direct answer, only the usual manly tone of the question, but the clear tone sounded even more ironic.
Mu Qianqian didn't even know if she was mocking Rong Heting or herself.
"Rong Heting, you don't think I'm letting you do this to me because I'm in love with you, do you? Don't you know why I was with you at first? Or could it be that the aloof Young Master Di in Dongfeng has fallen in love with me and is eager to get a different answer from me? "
Mu Qianqian laughed and cried. Her mouth was curled in a mocking smile, but her eyes were filled with tears.
Ye Zichen looked at Rong Heting with a dark expression because of what she said, while the man's gaze shot out a cold glare.
The smile on Mu Qianqian's face became even wider, and even the tears in her eyes started rolling down without blinking once.
"There's no need for Young Master Rong to deny it. I'm sure Young Master Rong thinks that I'm joking. A small figure like me is not worthy of Young Master Di in Dongfeng."
"…"
"But, since Young Master Rong won't admit to liking a lowly person like me, then I will have to show it through my actions. Otherwise, if those subordinates of yours were to use such despicable methods against me time and time again for your sake, I really wouldn't be able to take it! "
"…"
She casually wiped away the tears on her face. When Rong Heting squinted his eyes, Mu Qianqian turned her head away from Rong Heting and completely ignored the pressure.
"If you don't like me, please don't pester me. I'm not so despicable as to take the initiative to be your mistress! I never thought that Rong Heting would be so shameless that he would have to hide it from me! "
"…"
"I think you should know that if you can't save Mu Shen's bone marrow, you are worthless in my heart!"
Suppressing the surging yearning in her heart, Mu Qianqian made up her mind.
She warned Rong Heting and herself that from now on, the man in front of her had nothing to do with her.
After Mu Qianqian said this, Rong Heting grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
But this time, that palm-sized face was no longer as delicate as it was before. It was looking at him fearlessly, and its eyes were filled with determination.
The man with the dark expression returned to his previous warm smile. His breathing gradually became calmer, making him seem even colder.
Rong Heting gradually retracted his palms, retracting the irritation in his heart. His whole body was emitting a cold aura.
Giving Mu Qianqian a meaningful look, Rong Heting turned around and walked towards his car.
Mu Qianqian stood motionlessly on the spot. Her heart was empty the moment the man turned around.
If it was before, she would have accepted her fate and thought that she would follow Rong Heting into that cold and unfeeling courtyard. However, the moment Rong Heting turned around without saying a word, she knew that she was finally free.
The freedom she had been anticipating for so long was right in front of her eyes. She even held it in her hand. But why was her heart still empty?
Mu Qianqian raised her head to the westering sun in the winter sky, trying to absorb some warmth as her arm hurt a little. But when the cold wind blew, she seemed to feel nothing.
He's gone, really gone.
The sound of the engine and the sound of the tires grinding against the ground was getting farther and farther away. She could almost imagine how cold the man was, sitting in the car with one hand on the steering wheel, staring at the road with practiced, calm eyes, not stopping to look at her again as he stepped on the gas and sped away.
The arrogant Rong Heting wouldn't allow himself to miss anyone after she showed her disdain, right?
She was free, she was free.
But after freedom, why didn't she know where she was supposed to go?