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The punishment was the punishment. When Mu Qianqian left the hospital, she had already mentally prepared a punishment. However, this time, she guessed it wouldn't be an easy task.
An hour later, Mu Qianqian was still standing quietly in the darkness under the bright lights of the entrance.
It was windy, not very strong, but very cold.
The wind blew through her hair, causing it to flutter down her back. Her extremely beautiful face, when contrasted with her messy hair, looked extremely alluring.
Rong Heting signed the contract in his hand. He looked up at the monitor video on the computer and frowned slightly.
The Vice Guard Captain who was standing below him naturally noticed Rong Heting's change. He was so nervous that his entire back was wet.
Yesterday, when he had just returned from the island, every single guard of Rong Manor had been sent to the island to receive training, and the trainers that he had arranged were all elites of the highest echelons.
As if they had been ordered to do so by Captain Ming Yu, every single one of the trainers had gone all out and tortured them to the point that their bones were about to break, but they just couldn't break.
It wasn't fatal, it wasn't serious, it was painful.
Everyone who returned from the Rong Manor knew exactly why.
They thought that because of their dereliction of duty, they would no longer have the qualifications to come to Rong Manor, but after they completed their mission, the Young Master still allowed them to return.
It was their honor to not be abandoned by the young master. After returning to the Rong Manor, no one dared to lower their guard, nor did they dare to anger the young master again.
On the island, not being able to complete the mission assigned to them by the young master was a disgrace.
But now, who would tell him how to satisfy the Young Master?
"How long has it been?"
Just when the guard vice-captain was having a headache, Rong Heting, who was sitting behind the table, looked over indifferently.
"One …" "An hour."
It was a sentence without any tone, but it made the guard captain feel even more nervous. The guard captain stuttered in reply.
She's been standing there for an hour?
Rong Heting put down the pen in his hand and pinched the space between his eyebrows. The irritation in his heart never subsided. Even when he was dealing with official matters, it was hard for him not to think about the woman standing outside the door.
Controlling himself, not allowing himself to be controlled by a woman, he forced himself to finally calm down and read the documents in his hands. And he did have the intention of punishing her.
But now, it had clearly exceeded his expectations, but the annoyance in his heart had become even more obvious.
Rong Heting stood up with a sullen look, then walked towards the balcony with the cigarettes on the table.
"Go down."
The vice-captain looked at Rong Heting's stern back and wanted to ask something, but when he felt the cold aura from the young master, he didn't dare to say anything more and retreated from the study room.
Rong Heting was standing on the balcony. From this position, he couldn't see the scenery outside the door and naturally couldn't see the woman who slapped him in the afternoon.
There was no need to send her dignity to trample on him anymore. Since she dared to slap him today, she knew what would happen.
If he didn't pursue the matter, he would just treat it as repaying her for the grievances she had suffered at Rong Manor. Didn't he want to escape?
Rong Heting kept thinking about that determined face with hatred in it's heart. His chest felt stuffy. He lit up the cigarette in his hand and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
Standing on the balcony for a while, Rong Heting kept looking at the Posterior Mountain scene in the distance, yet didn't seem to see anything. Not long later, he felt an ice-cold liquid smashing onto his face.
Rong Heting came back to his senses. His eyes swept across the balcony wall and the wooden bench that he had been warm with her before. His face completely darkened.
When everyone's gaze was occupied by a bit of moisture, Rong Heting threw the cigarette in his hand into the exquisite ashtray on the wall. Then, he walked into the room from the balcony and disappeared in a flash in the direction of the study door.
Mu Qianqian only felt that the wind had finally stopped. The rain drops landed on her face and hair. It was still as cold as before, but it was still different from the cold wind blowing past her.
It was also cold. Whether she was more comfortable by the wind or the rain, it seemed like she could experience it again.
This is probably the last rain of this year's Dongfeng City. Before long, the Dongfeng City will enter into winter.
Mu Qianqian lowered her head and stared blankly at the dead leaves on the ground. While she was lost in thought, a pair of exquisite leather slippers and bare feet appeared in her line of sight.
Mu Qianqian's body finally changed slightly from before. After the appearance of the pair of familiar shoes, her fingers unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, instinctively suppressing her desire to turn around and run away.
An umbrella above her head blocked the fine rain, but it wasn't much rain. Mu Qianqian knew that her clothes were still wet.
Under the dim light, Mu Qianqian's gaze also became dazed. She raised her head to look at Rong Heting's indifferent face. Mu Qianqian tried her best to make herself smile.
"I've come to beg you. Are you satisfied now?"
After Mu Qianqian finished speaking, she looked at the man in front of her who looked like he wanted to get angry. The smile on her face was even wider, but her eyelids were so heavy that they could no longer open.
Rong Heting caught the unconscious Mu Qianqian and held her in his arms again. However, the temperature of the touch caused him to frown and his heart was a little flustered.
The vice-captain hurriedly ran over to grab the umbrella that Rong Heting was holding. Rong Heting carried Mu Qianqian in his arms and walked into the mansion quickly.
When Ting Lan and Maid Lee walked out of the kitchen, what they saw was Rong Heting carrying Mu Qianqian into the mansion.
Ting Lan hurried over to welcome him.
"Young Master, what's going on?"
"She has a fever, call Bai Sheng back."
Rong Heting quickly walked to the stairs and wanted to carry Mu Qianqian back to the bedroom. However, when he was halfway between the first and second floor, he stopped.
"Let Bai Sheng arrange for the hospital to come back. Mu Shen is not allowed to have any more incidents, transfer the reserve responsible for guarding the presidential palace to the hospital. Anyone who dares to launch a sneak attack will be killed."
"Yes."
Ting Lan received Rong Heting's order and quickly made the arrangements on the phone.
She had already received the news when Qianqian had just arrived at the entrance. Naturally, she could tell from the dark expression on her young master's face that something must have happened between the two of them.
That was why Ting Lan didn't dare to ask any further and directly went into the kitchen with Maid Lee to prepare food for Qianqian.
But who would have thought that even standing up could cause Mu Qianqian to suffer like this? Qianqian was too weak right now.