After Qiao Ying's pale lips trembled for a few moments, she wanted to explain. The man dragged her into the bathroom without mercy and turned on the faucet to rinse her fingers.
The deep voice was a bit gloomy.
"Have you ever been touched by them?"
The icy cold water splashed on Qiao Ying's fingertips, making her heart tremble and she shook her head randomly.
She didn't dare to break away, so she could only let him scrub her fingertips vigorously, as if he was trying to remove a layer of skin.
Qiao Ying endured the pain until the man relented and let her go, shrinking back into a corner like a frightened bird.
Su Su raised her eyelashes and saw the man pull out a clean towel and wipe his fingers slowly, and then the tall shadow enveloped her again.
She bit her almost bloodless lips, looked up her fair face, and explained to him.
[I just want to make some money based on my own ability, I don’t do that kind of thing. 】
Yu Chengjin stared at her with his long, dark eyes, "Short of money?"
Qiao Ying's back stiffened slightly, and a complex look flashed through her almond-shaped eyes.
The illegitimate daughter of the Qiao family lives in an awkward position in the Qiao family. She has graduated from college and cannot find an ordinary job like ordinary people because of her disability.
Even though she shouldn't have extravagant expectations, she still thought that when the man in front of her became kind-hearted one day and stopped hating her, she could probably leave Shencheng with the money she had saved and live a good life.
Qiao Ying avoided his eyes and gestured with her pale arms.
[Jingjing’s birthday is coming soon, and I want to work a part-time job to earn some money to buy her gifts. 】
Yu Chengjin's cold and indifferent face was full of sarcasm and a ruthless sneer.
"Does a mute like you have friends?"
Qiao Ying had long developed the habit of being submissive in front of him, but listening to his tone, she seemed to have determined that Jingjing was also a disabled person, so she immediately frowned with a little displeasure.
[Jingjing is very nice. She has never disliked me for being mute. She also gave it to me on my birthday last time. Reciprocity. 】
The man said calmly, "You don't have to work part-time anymore."
She suddenly opened her eyes wide, [Why? 】
Yu Chengjin looked into the woman's clear wet eyes, the paranoid factor in his body was extremely restless, and he uttered a few words concisely.
"I don't allow it."
In desperation, Qiao Ying took the initiative to hold him and begged him to show his respect.
Outside, someone knocked on the door.
"Mr. Yu, do you need help?"
Yu Chengjin rolled his eyes and was pulled by her. His small white hands were so frightened that Qiao Ying hurriedly stepped away and took a step back. She was so scared that cold sweat broke out on her palms.
He stepped forward and approached, slightly raising the corners of his eyes, pressing his cold fingertips hard against her lips, not bothering to speak.
"There is no reason for me here. You can only obey. Do you understand? Just wait here and I will settle the score with you later."
The man seemed to have thrown away the broken rag doll, opened the door and left, leaving Qiao Ying standing there in despair.
No matter what, it's death. The rabbit will struggle a few times before dying.
Qiao Ying was freed from the pessimistic helplessness, strengthened her confidence in escaping, and noticed a window here.
Without hesitation, I opened the window and was surprised to find a small platform outside, connected to the box next door.
Qiao Ying was braver than she had ever been before. She climbed over the platform carefully and clumsily climbed to the other side.
She didn't know if there were any guests in this private room, so she walked out quietly.
In the dim light, she found someone on the sofa.
Just as he was about to explain his words, he accidentally kicked a wine bottle under his foot, making a crisp impact.
Qiao Ying was very embarrassed. She fumbled for the switch of the box and pressed it. Soft light illuminated the entire space.
She turned around, and the scene in front of her made her pupils shrink violently.
The man's overly handsome face was too handsome to look like a real person. He was lazily leaning on the sofa and staring at her with a deep and dark look.
The cold white arm hung at the edge, bright red blood flowed down the fingertips, and a sharp knife lay in the pool of blood.
