CEO’s Contract Sweet Wife

1"It's precisely because we experienced the most painful days that Leng Su and I were so nervous that we gave her so many pills, leading to everything that happened today."    

    

"Rong Heting, I no longer have the right to be by Qianqian's side, nor am I qualified to rob her."    

    

"I'll return her to you. This time, please treat her well."    

    

When Ye Feng left, Rong Heting sat at the head of the table without saying anything for a long time.    

    

The person he wanted to win the most was Ye Feng, but he never thought of paying such a high price in exchange for a victory.    

    

Just how much pressure had his little thing withstood to be unconscious after knowing about what had happened all those years ago? How many painful memories did he recall in order to force himself to go crazy?    

    

Ye Feng said he didn't have the qualification, so was he qualified?    

    

Rong Heting thought back to the methods he used on Mu Qianqian that year. An indescribable sense of regret gushed out from his usually cold and ruthless eyes.    

    

He had always had no scruples, and had no choice but to admit that he had pushed Qianqian too hard, and everything that had happened in the end had been too cruel for her.    

    

In the six years since she had left him, when she had given birth to a child under pressure alone, would the mental torment she endured be more painful than a sharp dagger stabbing into her heart?    

    

They were siblings, and they were actually siblings!    

    

Even if Shi Wenjie told him six years ago that they were siblings, he never really considered Mu Qianqian as his sister.    

    

How could he believe such a ridiculous fact!    

    

The room was silent. Everyone looked at Rong Heting's gloomy face and didn't dare to say a word.    

    

However, a cry broke the silence in the room, causing everyone in the room to stand up tensely.    

    

"Ah — ah —"    

    

Mu Qianqian's shrill cries came once again from the ward, making everyone feel slightly relieved but also more distressed.    

    

It wasn't that the drug addiction had broken out, but Mu Qianqian's messy memories tormented her once again.    

    

Rong Heting stood up and quickly walked into the ward.    

    

"I'm not, I'm not that kind of woman, I'm not!"    

    

"Don't come over! I didn't do it, Brother Feng and I are innocent, what right do you have to frame me! Why! "Ah!    

    

Everyone was standing at the door, not daring to move. Bai Sheng, the neuroscientist, and the psychiatrist, Alice, also heard the commotion from the office and quickly entered the ward.    

    

In her line of sight, Mu Qianqian pulled at her hair with all her might and waved her hand from time to time in an attempt to stop Rong Heting who was approaching her.    

    

"Don't come over! You demon! I hate you, I hate you! "Rong Heting —"    

    

"No, I haven't! Nonsense! "Nonsense!"    

    

"What right do you have to hit me, what right do you have to hit me!?" "Ah!    

    

"I killed you, what right do you have to treat me like that! I'll kill you! "    

    

Rong Heting carried the collapsed Mu Qianqian in his arms, but he couldn't stop her from struggling under the tension.    

    

Mu Qianqian struggled to slap Rong Heting's face. Her sharp nails scratched Rong Heting's face, and blood started to flow down from the side of his face. However, Rong Heting, who was once aloof and arrogant, didn't even dare to show a trace of anger in front of him, and forcefully bore with it.    

    

His eyes were filled with a tender pain. He didn't dare to have the slightest bit of anger because he was afraid of scaring the little girl in his arms.    

    

"Qianqian, it's over, it's all over. It's my fault, it's my fault that I didn't investigate it clearly. Stop messing around, stop."    

    

"NO!" No way, no way! You are the devil, you killed my brother! "    

    

Her gentle tone couldn't calm Mu Qianqian down, on the contrary, it pushed her into the abyss of pain.    

    

Her eyes opened wide, and her fingers firmly grabbed onto Rong Heting's clothes, "You killed my brother! Why, why did you do this to me! You killed my Deep Sword! Rong Heting, I shouldn't have loved you. You killed my only brother! "Ah!    

    

"Deep, where is my deep? You killed him, you killed him! I want revenge, I want revenge! "    

    

Mu Qianqian grabbed Rong Heting's neck, her mind replayed the scene of Mu Shen falling into the sea, unable to remain calm.    

    

She could no longer recognize the person in front of her, nor could she recall her previous love. Only hatred remained in her eyes.    

    

Bai Sheng and the doctors didn't dare to step forward. With the sedative in their hands, they stood by the side and waited. Without Rong Heting's order, they didn't dare to drug Mu Qianqian without permission.    

    

After all, the damage to their nerves from the drugs was too great, so they still hoped to calm Mu Qianqian down without any drugs.    

    

Seeing Rong Heting being torn apart by the petite Mu Qianqian on the bed, who was hurting him, Hua Yunrong couldn't help but walk into the bed and remind Mu Qianqian, who had lost her rationality.    

    

"Qianqian, be good. Mu Shen isn't dead, he's still alive. He's in Italy, I'll send someone to find him, okay?"    

    

Mu Qianqian could no longer hear his words in her ears. She could only hear that Mu Shen was not dead.    

    

When Rong Heting saw Mu Qianqian stop her actions and turn around to look at Hua Yunrong, a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes. If the fact that Mu Shen was still alive allowed Mu Qianqian to regain some rationality, he would immediately send someone to capture his younger brother.    

    

Six years ago, ever since Mu Shen sent him a piece of paper, he had not sent back any news, nor did he return his Rong Family once.    

    

He knew that Mu Shen harbored hatred towards his father from the bottom of his heart.    

    

He could ignore him and not return home, but in order to save Qianqian, he had to capture him.    

    

Ting Ye stood at the door with tears streaming down her face. She looked at Qianqian who turned her head and stared at Hua Yunrong in a daze. She could not help but rush to Hua Yunrong's side.    

    

"Qianqian, I swear what Young Master Hua said is true. She is still alive. I have seen him before. I know where he is. Can I help you find her?"    

    

As soon as Ting Ye finished her words, everyone's heart sank.    

    

Mu Qianqian's tears flowed down her face. Her breathing became more ragged. Without waiting for Rong Heting to hug her again, she frantically grabbed Hua Yunrong's hand and bit on it.    

    

"Yes." Hua Yunrong couldn't help but let out a grunt.    

    

"Qianqian!" Don't bite Young Master Hua! Quick, let go! " Ting Ye, who was standing beside Hua Yunrong, also shouted.    

    

Mu Qianqian firmly bit Hua Yunrong's wrist. Her eyes, which were no longer clear, were already filled with a stronger hatred than before. Mu Qianqian refused to let go of her teeth as they stabbed into her flesh.    

    

She seemed to not only want to bite off Hua Yunrong's flesh, but also want to crush his bones.    

    

Hua Yunrong gritted his teeth and endured the pain. He looked at Mu Qianqian, who was biting on his arm, and did not dare to use any strength. He was afraid that his actions would hurt Mu Qianqian at all.    

    

Fresh blood kept gushing out from the edge of Mu Qianqian's teeth, making her look even more crazed.    

    

The men outside the door all tried to help, but no one dared to.