CEO’s Contract Sweet Wife

Mu Qianqian's body stiffened as she heard the man's pleadingly mumbling next to her ear. She slowly put down the cup in her hands as well. Tears flowed down her face and dripped onto the cold surface of the sink.    

Mu Qianqian clearly knew that Rong Heting wasn't just apologizing for what happened just now. He was apologizing for what she feared the most.    

Mu Qianqian's body trembled uncontrollably at the thought of those torments. Her hand, which held the cup of water, was no longer steady. The cup fell into the sink, making a crisp sound as it collided with the fine porcelain.    

Rong Heting immediately felt the tension in Mu Qianqian's heart, and he thought back to the moment he walked into the basement, when Qianqian had gone crazy.    

Hugging Mu Qianqian tightly from behind, Rong Heting raised his head and looked at the teary and emaciated face in the mirror. He saw traces of fear overflowing from Mu Qianqian's face, and he once again closed his eyes in defeat, kissing her ear.    

"I'm sorry, Qianqian. I'm sorry."    

"Don't be afraid of me. Don't be afraid of me anymore. It really won't happen again. Don't be afraid of me anymore."    

Mu Qianqian choked with sobs. She wanted to stop herself from crying, but she felt wronged.    

Mu Qianqian found it harder to calm her heart when she thought of all that she had experienced, the harm that the tyrannical man in front of her had brought her time and time again, how she had been unable to control her desire for him to respond even after he had hurt her so many times.    

"I'm not wrong."    

Mu Qianqian could only say this in a choked voice before losing control of her emotions and started crying softly. Rong Heting didn't look at Mu Qianqian anymore, he just turned Mu Qianqian's body around with his eyes closed and pushed her head into his arms.    

Mu Qianqian's cheek touched the warmth of Rong Heting's chest again. She finally vented out the emotions that she had accumulated in her heart and cried out loud.    

"I'm not wrong. I didn't do anything. Why are you punishing me? What right do you have to punish me? "Sob, sob, sob …"    

This was the first time Mu Qianqian complained to Rong Heting about what had happened. Previously, she didn't want to face it anymore, but now, not only was the wound formed from scabs, but it also had pus.    

Mu Qianqian had broken down a few times when they were together, but most of the time, it was due to the fear of her memories that made her unable to voice out the complaints she had been feeling.    

Rong Heting knew that this was a chance to release Qianqian's heart. He knew that Qianqian needed to vent her anger, but he couldn't really release her, even if she was so depressed that she almost went crazy.    

A punch came from his chest. Rong Heting didn't dare to dodge and just let the girl in his arms vent the grievances in his heart.    

"You didn't even check properly before coming to question me, and you even threw those photos on my face, making it look like my face is swollen, wuu …    

"You made me lose my dignity in front of so many people! Rong Heting, why are you so overbearing? How are you so bad!? You are such a bad guy!" You beast, you are a beast! "Ah!    

Rong Heting was speechless. He also felt that he was very bad. He, who was always strict, was really so angry that he lost his head. That was why he made such a mistake and tortured his little thing to such an extent.    

Sensing Rong Heting's speechlessness, Mu Qianqian felt sad. All the grievances that she had suffered rushed up to her at once. Not only did she not mind, she even kicked the man that was hugging her tightly.    

"Isn't it enough for you to rob me? Wasn't it enough to force me to be your mistress? Am I that willing to be scolded as a dishonest woman? It's all because of you, Rong Heting! You're bad! "Sob, sob, sob …"    

You forced me to come and please you, and even made me stand in the cold wind for so long, why didn't you think about how I saved you? When you robbed me, you tortured me, and why didn't you think about how I saved you before? "Sob, sob, sob …"    

"Why are you apologizing now? I've waited for a long time, why are you apologizing now? Didn't you know that I'd be disappointed if you apologized so late? How did you come to apologize to me? "Sob, sob, sob …"    

Rong Heting was being beaten, stepped on, and kicked, and none of this mattered. As he listened to the girl's words, he recovered from his initial bitterness and regret. He even began to have a headache as he felt that he was facing more sufferings than he had expected.    

"You embarrassed me so much that I can't go see Brother Feng anymore. Brother Feng and I have already made an agreement that we will get married when I grow up! But now that everything has been ruined by you, how can I have the face to meet him in the future if you let me be so embarrassing in front of Brother Feng? "Sob, sob, sob …"    

Rong Heting's nerves were pounding. Endure, he endured.    

"Brother Feng, wuwuwu …    

When Mu Qianqian once again cried and yelled at Ye Feng, Rong Heting directly pulled Mu Qianqian out of his embrace. Mu Qianqian, who was in pain, stared at him with moist eyes and choked with sobs.    

"Are you still thinking about Ye Feng?"    

Rong Heting's words carried a hint of threat, and his gaze turned sharp once again.    

Mu Qianqian shrunk her neck in tears and then shut her mouth. She didn't say anything else and just burst into tears. That pitiful and helpless look made Rong Heting retract his warning painfully.    

He didn't want her to cry, didn't want her to be afraid of him, didn't want her to feel wronged again. However, he wouldn't let her think of other men again.    

Rong Heting held Mu Qianqian's head with both of his hands and lowered his head to kiss Mu Qianqian's lips again. The domineering kiss became stronger, yet it also contained heartache. The tip of his tongue moved across every inch of tender skin, trying to use a kiss to comfort the little thing in front of him that made him feel helpless.    

After kissing the girl in his arms until she felt dizzy, Rong Heting licked the salty tears off Mu Qianqian's face before pressing his forehead against Mu Qianqian's forehead.    

"Qianqian, I will make it up to you. There is only one thing I can do, and that is not to think about other men!"    

He would compensate her, because he had already made his decision when Qianqian appeared once more at the Rong Manor entrance.    

Hugging Mu Qianqian, Mu Qianqian felt dizzy. When she came back to her senses, she pulled on Rong Heting's sleeve anxiously.    

"I can't go out. I want to wash my face. Your saliva is dirty!"    

After Mu Qianqian had calmed down, she started to make a ruckus even though the man's face was full of unhappiness and drool.    

"Just now, you weren't satisfied with me hating your filthiness, but now, you're deliberately taking revenge on me?"    

Mu Qianqian blushed. "I don't find you dirty. It's just that if you go out like this, you'll be noticed by others."    

Rong Heting let out a rare sigh of relief in his heart. He carried Mu Qianqian and walked in the direction of the bathroom.    

"Of course not. Since you're all dirty, then let's wash together before leaving."    

Mu Qianqian, "…"