Qin had fierce sex with me the whole night. When I woke up, he had already left.

I didn’t know when my hands had been untied. Looking at the bruises on my wrists, I felt painful, but it was not as painful as my heart.

I curled up in bed and felt groggy.

In the meantime, someone knocked at the door, but I ignored it. When I woke up again, it was already the third day.

I hadn’t eaten or drank all day, and I was punished by Qin Mochen all night. All this made me weak.

This room was the one I knew the best. It was also the room where I was held in captivity by Qin Mochen for two years.

I closed my eyes in agony and swallowed all the humiliation and reluctance. I endured all the pain and fatigue to get up and go downstairs to change my clothes and get ready to leave.

Suddenly my phone rang. It was Su Chengzhao. I hesitated for a while but picked it up eventually.

His voice was tender and full of pity as he said, “Yufei, I will come to pick you up later. I have contacted the best doctor for you. I believe that you will surely recover.”

At that moment, how I wanted to cry aloud, wanted to immediately throw myself into his arms. He must be the only one in the world who cared about me.

I answered and then hung up the phone. As soon as I left the room, I saw Mo Yulin standing outside the other room and staring at me with hatred. She asked, “Why aren't you dead yet?!”

I knew what she meant. I leaned against the wall to support my weak body, smiled casually and said, “I feel so sorry. Mochen loves me so much and he was so good yesterday that I couldn’t get out of my bed.”

Her face suddenly became ferocious. She came up to me and glared at me as she glowered, “Who the fuck do you think you are? Do you think you can defeat me? What a sly man your father used to be, but didn’t I frame him as a rapist and let him die in prison? Since Chen loves me so much now, what have you still got to go against me?”

When she mentioned my father, I could hardly contain my resentment. My beloved father was killed for adopting a vicious daughter!

My poor father was framed as a rapist after his death.

Mo Yulin saw my resentment, sneered contemptuously, came up to me, and poked at my shoulder as she jabbed, “Mo Yufei, you are so pathetic now. Your father, who loved you the most, was killed by me. Your mother, who also loved you the most, died miserably in front of you. Now the man you love has been snatched away by me; what’s the point of your living?”

She clutched my collar and said something wicked, “Go to hell. It’s better for everyone.”

Unable to contain my hatred, I slapped her and she fell to the ground. Suddenly, half her face was swollen and the corner of her lips was bleeding.

I knew the slap took all my strength.

It seemed that she was a little frightened. I crouched down and grabbed her hair, and said in a fierce voice, “Mo Yulin, do you know how hateful you are? What you went through three years ago, I will put you through it again! I am going to make you miserable for the rest of your life.”

I slapped her hard again, but I realized something was wrong when I saw her frightened expression and her evasive action.

But it was too late.

Before I could react, I was pulled up by a hand, and before I could see who it was, I was slapped and rolled on the ground.

Behind me was the steep staircase. However, when I found out, it was already too late, and I rolled down the stairs. I felt my bones being hit violently. But no one cared about me; all I heard was Qin Mochen comforting Mo Yulin.

Ling cried out in horror on the side and held me who was about to fall into a coma.

I felt sore all over. There was a kind of burning feeling between my legs. Ling saw my lower body was bleeding, and she hurriedly shouted Qin Mochen to help.

Everything in front of my eyes was vague, and my consciousness became chaotic. I vaguely saw Qin Mochen nervously holding Mo Yulin from my side.

At that time, I didn’t know what I thought. I subconsciously reached out to tug at his trousers and stop him. I tried to look up, but only saw his cold back.

The intense pain made me gradually lose consciousness.

I whispered, “Mochen, my father... was wronged, I was...”

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