Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Chapter 618 - The Countdown of Fu and Lin (5)

Chapter 618: The Countdown of Fu and Lin (5)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Lin Shiyu looked at Fu Jingtong, clenched her teeth and said softly, “It’s not scary to be sick. The scarier thing is not going for treatment when you are sick. Fu Jingtong, the best place for you is the mental asylum.”

Fu Jingtong forcefully squeezed Lin Shiyu’s svelte waist, lowered his head and kissed her silky hair. “Do you believe that I will throw Fu Qinglun into the mental asylum first?”

She believeḍ it.

Of course she believed it.

This Fu Jingtong was a damn lunatic!

Lin Shiyu looked down at Fu Qinglun, who was lying on the carpet. He wanted to get up and snatch her back, but a bodyguard stepped on the wound in his chest. When he moved, the bodyguard forcefully exerted more force, and he was unable to get up.

But his eyes were fixated on her. She was overcome by the sincerity in his eyes.

“Shi’shi...” He called out her name hoarsely. “Don’t listen to him. Don’t say those words. I don’t like it... I don’t like it all...”

No man would be able to tolerate such words.

Let alone... This was his beloved Shi’shi, his beloved woman.

“Fu Qinglun, I would still say the same words. Go. Leave Karghalik. You need to start afresh in life.”

Fu Qinglun clenched his fists. There was profound sadness and longing in his eyes. “You... are here. How can I leave?”

She was here, he could not leave.

Wherever she was, his heart would remain at that place.

It was as if someone had thrown a stone at Lin Shiyu’s heart, and ripples formed in her heart. She clenched her fists and did not even feel pain when she dug her fingernails into her palm.

He was not willing to leave because she was here.

At this moment, she felt a sudden ache around her waist. Fu Jingtong had squeezed her again. “Shi’shi...”

His cold voice reverberated around her ears. He was forcing her to say those words.

Those words would be sufficient to defeat Fu Qinglun.

He had already been beaten until he collapsed onto the floor, but his indomitable will was still there. He had not been defeated.

“Both of you can leave,” the Deputy Head said.

The two policemen swiftly left without a trace.

“Elder Miss Fu, Young Master Fu has been thrown inside. You can come in to take a look.” The Deputy Head gave a solicitous smile.

“Thank you, Deputy Head. I’ll always remember your kindness. Please do not let anyone enter tonight,” Fu Rongrong said.

The Deputy Head of the Police Department happily consented and assured her, “Elder Miss Fu, please rest assured that no one will enter.”

The Deputy Head left.

Fu Rongrong walked ahead and entered the prison cell. Fu Qinglun was thrown onto a heap of dried grass. There were marks of him being beaten on his handsome face and body. The stitch at his heart had also split and mottled red blood tainted his white shirt.

Fu Qinglun closed his eyes. His damp fringe stuck to his forehead and his muscular chest was heaving. He was weak and frail.

Fu Rongrong bent down slowly as her eyes raked over the man obsessively. He was already very pitiable and wretched. He was probably in the most pathetic state in his entire life, but his handsome and refined face showed no expression and was still as enchantingly mature and polished.

Now he was even more like an aristocrat who had fallen from grace.

This was the type of person who exuded an aristocratic vibe, with a charisma that could not be hidden.

Fu Rongrong reached for Fu Qinglun’s handsome face.

But she did not get to touch him. The man opened his eyes and his eyes were icy-cold. “Take off your filthy hand. Scram!”

He told her to scram.

This time, Fu Rongrong did not get angry. She looked at the man and smiled. “Brother Qinglun, I will not go anywhere tonight. Because tonight... you will be mine.”

There was a sharp glint in Fu Rongrong’s eyes. He suddenly smelled a strange fragrance from Rongrong’s body.

“What have you done?”

“Brother Qinglun, do you mean this aphrodisiac scent?”

Aphrodisiac scent?

Fu Qinglun looked at Fu Rongrong, and a malicious, sneering smile played on his pale lips. “Are you so hungry for men? Don’t worry, one day I will sell you to a brothel in Africa, and you will be the lowest of all the prostitutes there.”

Fu Rongrong blanched at his words. Nobody could withstand such ruthless and vicious words. He looked at her in such a menacing way that it made her fearful, as if she had already seen her future.

“Brother Qinglun, I don’t know about the future. I only know that you don’t have the ability now. You can’t even walk out of this prison cell.”

With that, Fu Rongrong stroked Fu Qinglun’s muscular chest. “Brother Qinglun, do you feel your body getting hot? Don’t you feel like taking off your clothes? Don’t you feel like having a woman?”