CEO’s Contract Sweet Wife

2Mu Qianqian wasn't surprised that Rong Heting could see that she was begging him. She had always been in the grasp of this man. In front of the powerful capital Young Master Rong, she was always such a weak existence.    

    

Pursing her lips, Mu Qianqian's voice was filled with her weak and hoarse voice.    

    

"Let Mu Shen go, maybe he didn't hurt someone."    

    

A trace of ridicule flashed across Rong Heting's mouth. He did not try to avoid Mu Qianqian's gaze at all. Ling Ao had woken up and told him that it was not Mu Shen who had hurt the person. It seemed like Mu Shen had shot and blown away a bullet that had hit Mu Qianqian's forehead.    

    

"The plane that delivered the blood to Ling Ao was affected by the signal interference, and Mu Shen reported his name on the walkie-talkie, threatening to stay in the sky for almost an hour longer. If I didn't pick up the plane myself, you would be dead by now."    

    

Mu Shen's deception was Mu Qianqian's biggest wound. Rong Heting wanted to expose the hidden wound in her heart to the light of the sun.    

    

Covering up would only cause the wound to fester, which would lead to more serious hidden danger. However, tearing open the wound and treating it would be able to heal it and make it grow new flesh. After Mu Qianqian lost consciousness and had the thought of living, Rong Heting couldn't allow Mu Qianqian to continue like this.    

    

Mu Shen could no longer be the backbone of her life, nor could he occupy a position comparable to life in her heart. He could not, he absolutely could not!    

    

"Mu Qianqian, Mu Shen lied to you. He's not sick, he intentionally sent you to my side."    

    

Mu Qianqian looked away from Rong Heting, "No, it might be a misunderstanding. Maybe someone threatened him, like last time when he was kidnapped."    

    

"I found out that before Mu Hongwen sent you to Paradise in the World, he received a call from the hospital. It was the hospital's office that urged him to pay a large amount of medical fees for Mu Shen, enough to be equal to the amount of money your father left for him. However, the hospital's president denied his actions, because he usually contacts you directly, don't you think that's strange?"    

    

Mu Qianqian barely considered it. "I was busy preparing for the exam, so maybe I didn't get a call. They couldn't get in touch with me, so they went to find my uncle."    

    

Rong Heting frowned. He was dissatisfied with Mu Qianqian's evasion and his voice had turned cold, but he was still patient.    

    

"Did you leave a call for Mu Hongwen? The call I received was from Mu Shen's main medical office. It seems that Mu Shen did not want to hide his intentions from me. "    

    

"That could also be the treatment of a doctor. He is very concerned about everything related to Mu Shen." Mu Qianqian's tone was light and clear, not in a hurry, but her recovery speed was not slow either.    

    

Rong Heting didn't allow Mu Qianqian to avoid him anymore, "The day you were shot, Mu Hongwen died in prison. The surveillance footage showed that he committed suicide, but the surveillance footage was only discovered later on by the experts Luo Yu invited. That's a video that has been refined. Whether it's the time or the texture of the video, it's linked to the point where there's no mistake at all. How many people do you think would be able to achieve such a feat? "    

    

"Perhaps …" "Perhaps …"    

    

"Perhaps there is such a coincidence? However, someone told me that a week before Mu Hongwen died, a few drug addicts in the prison personally heard from Mu Hongwen that his nephew brought him good ice and even sold it to the boss in exchange for his not being discriminated against! "    

    

"No, they heard wrong …"    

    

"The video is fake. Your uncle's suicide is fake. There aren't that many coincidences in the world. Your uncle swallowed the poison in the ice poison, but does he want to commit suicide?" He just wants to take drugs! "    

    

"No, my uncle can't stand going to jail!" Mu Qianqian was still looking out of the window, but she felt the sun grow colder.    

    

"The people who wanted to kill me on the set were the same as the people who tried to assassinate Ling Ao. They were basically the same people. All the loose shares I had previously entered into Mu Shen's account!"    

    

Rong Heting sat down beside Mu Qianqian and gently pulled her shoulders, causing her to look at him with an evasive look.    

    

"Qianqian, is it so unacceptable? "Mu Shen, he really lied to you. You know it yourself, right?"    

    

Mu Qianqian's tears finally flowed down. This was the first time she cried after she knew that Mu Shen had left. Previously, she was too nervous and desperate that she didn't shed a single tear.    

    

"Rong Heting, I should be happy. My Deep Sword will not die. He is not sick, I should be happy …"    

    

Mu Qianqian's vision became blurry as she mumbled absentmindedly, "But I'm still sad. Daddy left me and Deep, then deeply left me, I finally became a person."    

    

Rong Heting held Mu Qianqian tightly in his arms and pressed her head against his chest, allowing her small hands to grip tightly onto the front of his shirt.    

    

"Qianqian, you have me now. You'll never be alone. Just stay by my side from now on, huh?"    

    

Rong Heting feebly coaxed Mu Qianqian. As long as Mu Qianqian faced reality face to face, it would be better to face with her than to flee. He would treat the injuries in her heart and replace Mu Shen as the most important existence in her heart.    

    

Mu Qianqian closed her eyes and felt the warmth from the man's body. Could he be her support?    

    

"Rong Heting, how about you let him go?" "Please."    

    

A muffled sound came from his chest, but this time, Rong Heting was no longer angry. He knew that her little thing was willing to face it.    

    

"You have to survive in order to have the chance to beg me."    

    

Mu Qianqian pounded on Rong Heting's chest with all her might. Towards the fact that the man was still threatening her at this moment, she could only compromise weakly.    

    

Sobbing like a kitten in Rong Heting's embrace, Rong Heting hugged Mu Qianqian tightly and let her vent.    

    

Her big palms covered her small hands with the needle, preventing her excitement from affecting the position of the needle.    

    

He did not want her to suffer again by his side. From now on, he was her support.