70: C70 Don't Make Me Hate You

C70 Don't Make Me Hate You

"Believe it or not!" Qiao Yumeng panicked when she heard Fu Qianchen's words. She quickly sneered and said, "Are you not afraid that Qiao Yurou will know that you came here to find me? After all, she is your fiancée."

Fu Qianchen seemed to have woken up quite a bit when Qiao Yurou was mentioned. He let go of Qiao Yumeng and stared at her for a while. He took out a cigarette and lit it. The smell of Nicholas and alcohol wrapped around Qiao Yumeng.

"I'm going to sleep. You can go back now." Qiao Yumeng said and turned to leave.

"You are not allowed to go!" Fu Qianchen's tone was as domineering as usual. Very quickly, he hugged Qiao Yumeng from behind. The scalding temperature of his body was also transmitted over through the thin fabric, as if it was going to burn someone.

"Are you crazy?" Qiao Yumeng's heart suddenly sped up, especially when Fu Qianchen's wine-smelling breath sprayed on the back of her neck without any cover. It was so hot that even her soul trembled.

"Qiao Yumeng... do you hate me that much?" Probably because he was drunk, he would allow himself to show a little bit of sincerity in front of Qiao Yumeng.

"Yes." Qiao Yumeng's answer was firm and direct.

She could not pretend that the things he did to her did not exist. Furthermore, she had already promised to be Lu Chen's girlfriend. That kiss just now had already let Lu Chen down.

"Is that so?" Fu Qianchen turned his head to look at Qiao Yumeng. The expression on his face was very blank. His expression had not changed for a long time. No one knew what he was thinking. After a while, he suddenly laughed and said, "Hating me... is also good."

His words made Qiao Yumeng not know what to say. He did not know what his appearance meant to Qiao Yumeng. Her heart, which had finally calmed down, was once again in a mess because of his words.

"Fu Qianchen, you should go." Qiao Yumeng stood straight. Even though her back was in Fu Qianchen's embrace, her eyes were still wide open. She forced herself not to sink.

"I won't leave." Fu Qianchen lowered his head and bit Qiao Yumeng's neck.

He did not have much strength, but he did not stop until he bit off a piece of flesh.

"Fu Qianchen!" Qiao Yumeng struggled with all her strength. Finally, she lifted her foot and stepped on Fu Qianchen's back.

She was wearing slippers. Even after using all her strength, Fu Qianchen was still unmoved. He ground Qiao Yumeng's neck bit by bit until he tasted the blood. Only then did he let go.

"Are you sick?" Qiao Yumeng panted and struggled a few more times.

"Yes, I am." Fu Qianchen's tone was low and carried an undetectable depression. But in the next second, he became the high-spirited Fu Qianchen again. He tightly held Qiao Yumeng's shoulder and forced her to turn around to face him. He asked her, "Qiao Yumeng, Have you slept with Lu Chen?"

Qiao Yumeng did not know why, but after hearing Fu Qianchen's words, she felt her entire body turn cold.

"What does it have to do with you?" Qiao Yumeng's answer was an admission to Fu Qianchen. His expression became ferocious, making Qiao Yumeng feel like he would eat her.

"I admit that I did something wrong in the past! But... but..." Fu Qianchen said for a long time but he could not say what it was. Soon, he vomited.

The dull and narrow stairs were filled with the stench of alcohol and vomit. Fu Qianchen did not want to let go of Qiao Yumeng. His hand was still tightly holding her like an iron ring.

Seeing that he was vomiting very hard, Qiao Yumeng almost could not help but raise her hand to pat his back several times. In the end, she still held it in and coldly looked at him until he was vomiting cold sweat.

When he was done vomiting, Fu Qianchen did not wake up. He raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth with force. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Qiao Yumeng for a while. He still asked, "Have you slept with Lu Chen?"

"It has nothing to do with you." She struggled to free herself from Fu Qianchen's grip on her wrist. The more she struggled, the stronger Fu Qianchen became. Her wrist hurt so much that Qiao Yumeng felt her wrist dislocated. Fu Qianchen suddenly let go of her.

The moment Fu Qianchen let go, Qiao Yumeng was about to leave. Very quickly, she was pressed against the wall by Fu Qianchen.

"Wu." Qiao Yumeng's back hit the wall and she groaned. Before she could react, Fu Qianchen's hand went into her clothes.

"Fu Qianchen!" Qiao Yumeng's voice was broken because she was scared.

Fu Qianchen's hand paused. He looked up at Qiao Yumeng and said bitterly, "I will prove it to you today. I am not worse than Lu Chen!"

"Son of a b * tch!" Qiao Yumeng screamed and slapped Fu Qianchen's face.

She used all her strength to slap Fu Qianchen. The clear sound of the slap echoed in the corridor before it disappeared.

Qiao Yumeng's slap did not wake Fu Qianchen up much. Instead, it was like she had hit his reverse scale. He instantly turned into a furious lion. He reached out to pull Qiao Yumeng's clothes and growled, "You want to protect Lu Chen's innocence, but I will not let you!"2

Qiao Yumeng had never seen Fu Qianchen like this before.

Even five years ago, when he knew that she married him in Qiao Yurou's place, he only turned around and left, leaving her alone through their wedding night.

Later on, Fu Qianchen got drunk and took her for the first time. Although it was not gentle, it was not so unreasonable.

Seeing that he was Fu Qianchen's opponent, waves after waves of despair attacked Qiao Yumeng. She was unwilling to cry in front of Fu Qianchen and her tears finally rolled down uncontrollably. She shook her head while crying and said, "Fu Qianchen, don't make me hate you..."

Qiao Yumeng's tears made Fu Qianchen's actions stop. He stared at Qiao Yumeng's tears and there was a trace of pain in his eyes. But very quickly, he raised his hand to cover Qiao Yumeng's eyes and said, "Don't look at me like this... Don't..."

His voice was low, like a low murmur of love in the human world, but his hands did not stop moving at all.

Sensing that Fu Qianchen's hands were going down, Qiao Yumeng almost reflexively lowered her head and bit Fu Qianchen's arm.

The bite she took was filled with despair and hatred. She exerted a lot of strength and almost the instant she bit down, she tasted the blood in her mouth.

The pain on his arm woke Fu Qianchen up. He looked down at Qiao Yumeng who was in a sorry state and finally let go of Qiao Yumeng.

Sensing that she had escaped from Fu Qianchen's shackles, Qiao Yumeng turned around and ran upstairs desperately. Only when she closed the door did she lean against the door and sit on the ground.

On the corridor, Fu Qianchen stared straight at the closed door. His expression was blank for a long time.

Although he was drunk just now, the things he did to Qiao Yumeng and the words he said were carved into his mind without missing a single detail. He could not forget it even if he wanted to.

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