CHAPTER 134: CHAPTER 134: YOU DON’T LIKE IT?

Bai Qiao’s hoarse voice echoed in the silent room.

No matter how weak her character might be, at this moment, seeing her son’s murderer, she gritted her teeth in hatred, "Get out! Get out of here!"

She shattered the glass cup on the windowsill, her chest heaving violently, appearing to feel pain, her face turned pale as she forcefully pressed against her heart.

Afraid she’d get too worked up and go into shock, Wen Shu tugged on Nan’s sleeve.

Receiving the signal, a dark mist passed over Nan’s eyes, and Bai Qiao’s intense emotions gradually calmed down.

Seeing her calm down, Wen Shu walked to her side, wanting to hold her hand to check her injuries, but her arm was slapped away with a "snap."

Leaning against the window, Bai Qiao glared at her viciously, "Get away, you murderer!"

Frowning at her lack of cooperation, Wen Shu forcefully grasped her cold hand, and after a brief examination, her frown deepened.

How could it be like this?

Not only did she have injuries from a miscarriage, but there was also nerve damage in her brain...

Just how many times was she subjected to Spiritual Control during yesterday’s incident?

Wen Shu raised her eyes, looking into those round eyes full of hatred, activated her superpower in her palm, and softened her voice to ask, "Bai Qiao, do you remember what happened yesterday when we were trying on clothes together?"

Warm energy flowed into her body, Bai Qiao’s cold limbs gradually warmed, and the annoying stabbing pain in her head was alleviated.

She felt her eyes heat up comfortably, her thoughts involuntarily following Wen Shu’s inquiry.

However, when she tried to recall, a vague white fog seemed to rise in her mind, nothing was clear.

A flash of doubt appeared in her eyes, "Trying on clothes..."

Seeing her thoughts stuck, Wen Shu gently tightened her grip on her hand, softly guiding her, "Did you forget? We were with Lu Di..."

As she spoke, Bai Qiao’s eyes cleared for a few seconds, but before she could say anything, the door was suddenly pushed open forcefully.

"What are you doing to Qiaoqiao!"

A broad, rough male hand gripped Wen Shu’s shoulder and pulled hard.

Unprepared, she fell backward, her hand bracing against the ground, while a strong arm scooped her into an embrace.

Wen Shu hadn’t had time to steady herself and see Craig’s expression, she was momentarily stunned.

The male before her, dressed neatly and elegantly, his face serious and handsome, but when he turned to look at Bai Qiao, there was an inexplicable flicker in his eyes.

But he quickly regained his composure, tightly embraced Bai Qiao, covering her face with a cloak, and coldly looked at them, "You are not welcome here, please leave!"

Bai Qiao’s memory was altered, unable to ask anything, and Wen Shu did not insist on staying.

She slowly walked back to the second floor, thoughtfully recalling Craig’s fleeting abnormality.

Why would he feel guilty? Could he have been involved in yesterday’s incident as well?

Wen Shu furrowed her brows tightly, and after returning to her bedroom, she pondered for a long time, her mood growing heavier.

In the original work, Craig easily accepted Lu Di’s alliance, later on, forming a close cooperation for the sake of family interests.

If just for this reason, he could harm Bai Qiao...

Wen Shu’s eyelids drooped, looking at the withered flower in the backyard, thinking of the "love" these male leads developed because of Bai Qiao’s selfless dedication.

Is there not a single one of them who truly cares for Bai Qiao?

She pressed her lips tightly, resting her chin on her hands, feeling a wave of depression, unable to resist the urge to sigh, when suddenly, a slender pale hand reached out beside her.

A flower branch with heavy petals and a vivid red hue swayed before her eyes, dropping a few crystal-clear dewdrops.

Wen Shu stopped in her tracks, realizing it was the same type as the flower she had seen that morning...

"Is it beautiful?"

A cold voice echoed by her ear, merging with the one in her mind.

Wen Shu turned her eyes towards the person, her heart momentarily stalled.

In the bright sunlight, Luo Fei stood against the light, his sharp and deep outline covered by a hazy shadow.

He gazed at her with dark eyes, lazily holding the flower branch between his slender fingers, sniffing near his nose, causing the fluffy and bright red petals to gently tremble.

"Do you like it?"

Seeing her staring blankly at him, Luo Fei asked with a light chuckle, his lips curving with an enticing line.

Wen Shu’s eyelashes trembled slightly, averting her gaze, raising her hand to push him away, but then heard a loud "thud" as something heavy fell to the ground.

She looked over in confusion, struggling to see what it was, when the back of her neck was seized by a burning hot hand.

The flower branch fell to the ground, a strong warmth pressing against her lips in a fierce manner.

Wen Shu’s eyes widened slightly, pushing against the chest before her in refusal, but those dark eyes flashed with anger, deepening the kiss.

The arm around her back tightened, as if intending to imprison her in his arms; pain radiated from her lips, she felt a suffocating sensation, pounding Luo Fei’s shoulder with force, yet he remained unmoved.

"Mmph!"

Tears blurred her vision, her chest pained by the tension, collapsing weakly, this deadly kiss finally stopping.

Able to barely stand, she gasped for air, clinging to Luo Fei’s shoulder, while gentle pecks continued to fall on her lips.

"Wen Shu..."

Rough fingertips brushed over her wetted eye corners.

Luo Fei lowered his eyes to look at her, seeing her tearful face, narrowed his eyes dangerously, still feeling unsatisfied.

He initially thought that if he changed, and was willing to compromise, he would capture her attention...

But when he eagerly sought her out, she was already taken by someone else!

Recalling the intense sound in last night’s rain, the dark fire churning within him burned straight into his eyes.

"Wen Shu..."

Wen Shu had just steadied herself when a scorching breath brushed past her cheek, as male, stubbly hair nestled into her neck.

She furrowed her brows, intending to push away, but suddenly felt a tingling sensation.

Wet, hot lips and teeth bit into her neck ferociously, then abruptly eased pressure, unwillingly teasing a tender spot, grinding slowly.

Her eyes trembled, before feeling pain, her whole body shivered involuntarily with an overwhelming tremble.

A muffled grinding sound came by her neck, "Your body, is full of the scent of other males!"

A deep, cold voice revealed extreme dissatisfaction.

Hearing his words clearly, Wen Shu’s face flushed then paled, enduring the discomfort in her body, forcibly shoving him, "Let go!"

But her weak arm hadn’t yet pushed herself up before being held tighter.

Luo Fei stared at her resistant face, the dark fire within growing stronger, the malicious thoughts buried deep once again stirring, "Wen Shu..."

Seeing his eyes turn dark, Wen Shu’s heart tightened, turning her face away to escape, but her cheek was pinched, "You really don’t like me?"

A hoarse and lazy male voice sounded heavily above her head.

Wen Shu’s breath halted, sensing something ominous, but before she could react, her cheek was gently lifted.

In her vision, those vivid red lips slowly parted, "If you don’t like it..."

Rough fingertips brushed over her stinging lips, lingering ambiguously on her cheek, before lightly pressing at the reddened corner of her eye.

Darkness swirled in Luo Fei’s eyes as he gazed at her small white face cupped in his hand, evoking a tender desire from deep within his chest, releasing a gentle low laugh, "...why is your expression like this?"