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The men laughed, and someone said, "Good idea! It was too fitting for this little girl! They grow up to look like foxes! "

She seemed to have clashed with my leg, and she threw it so hard, so accurately, that she sometimes even stuck it directly into my leg, leaving a small, bleeding hole.

I heard Sister Yun's shrill voice shouting, "Jin Tun! Jin Tun! "

She beckoned to the two men to drag me away and hide me, so I was hidden in a large cupboard and stuffed into my mouth with something unknown.

My consciousness is a little out of focus right now, but I still force myself to focus on listening to what is going on outside.

The door seemed to have been pushed open, and then, I heard Jin Zicheng's emotionless voice speak. "Where's Qing He?"

Immediately following that was Jin Yuan’er's gentle yet somewhat nervous voice, "Bro … Zicheng, what did you say? Isn't Qing He the young miss? If you want to find her, you should ask the supervisor. Why are you asking me? "

"I don't have the time to see you putting on an act with me, I will ask again, where's Qing He?"

"I don't know!" Jin Yuan’er seemed to want to put up a resistance.

Following that, I heard the sound of footsteps heading this way, as well as Jin Yuan’er's somewhat anxious voice. "Zicheng!"

The next second, the cabinet door opened, and Jin Zicheng's face appeared in front of me. Looking at the wounds on my body, he frowned.

He removed the gag from my mouth and lifted me out. It wasn't heavy, but it was inevitable that he would touch my wound and make me cry out in pain.

His frown deepened, and he turned with me in his arms, his voice tinged with barely suppressed anger. "You have nothing to explain?"

Jin Yuan’er's voice trembled as she said, "You're my fiance, yet you're hugging another woman and trying to explain to me? Jin Zicheng! Do you still remember whose husband you are going to be?! "

Jin Zicheng looked at her, "If you don't wish to maintain this engagement, you can just tell me directly. There is no need to go through so much trouble."

"Jin Zicheng!" Jin Yuan’er looked like she was crazy, and the sight of her suffering made me feel a lot better.

"You can scram now."

Jin Yuan’er angrily opened the door, but was stopped by Jin Zicheng: "Wait." She turned around with hope, but met Jin Zicheng's cold gaze. Leave the one who raped Qing He behind. "

"I didn't do this!"

"Don't pretend to be stupid," Jin Zicheng's voice was cold and heartless. "I've already investigated everything thoroughly, leave the people here."

Jin Yuan’er trembled from head to toe, pushed the bald man out and led the others away.

Jin Zicheng's purpose for bringing the baldy over was self-evident, but he didn't know that me and the baldy were just playing around. If I didn't go and explain, the baldy would definitely not be able to survive.

I pulled at the clothes on Jin Zicheng's chest. No, he didn't rape me, we. It was just a show for Jin Yuan’er to watch. He also saved me … "

Jin Zicheng held my hand tighter. I forced myself to finish my sentence, "You … Let him go... "

"Really?"

I nodded weakly.

Jin Zicheng raised his head and looked at the baldy. A moment later, he let him leave.

Baldy gave me a grateful look and pushed the door open.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and a deep sense of drowsiness overcame me. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

In my last glance, I seemed to see Jin Zicheng looking down at me with an infinitely gentle gaze.

Illusion, I think. How could such a word as gentleness be used to describe Jin Zicheng?

But I have to admit that when he appeared before me today, he was like a deity descending upon me, allowing me to be at ease all of a sudden.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in bed with no one around me. I don't know how long I slept for. I raised my hand to hit my head, but there was a dull pain. Only then did I remember what happened before I fell unconscious.

I lifted the blanket and checked my wounds. They had already been bandaged, and even the wounds on my knees were replaced with medicine and gauze.

However... Where was this? I looked around. The room was gorgeous.

Just as I lowered my head to meditate, the old butler walked in and amiably said to me: "Miss Qing He, since you're awake, let's go eat. Young Master is already downstairs."

It was indeed Jin Zicheng's home.

I limped down the stairs. The butler wanted to come over and help me, but I was too embarrassed to do so.

Down the stairs, Jin Zicheng swept a glance at me, and said lightly: "Come and eat."

I sat across from him and hesitated for a moment. "I really have to thank you for what happened yesterday."

He continued, "That was the day before yesterday."

"The day before yesterday?" "I was stunned for a moment. I really didn't expect that I would have been unconscious for the entire day." "Ah, no matter what day it is, thank you."

Jin Zicheng drank the last mouthful of soup, wiped his mouth, and said: "Quickly eat."

I said, "What's the matter?"

He looked down at me condescendingly. "Don't you need to eat fast?"

I was speechless and buried my head in my food. Just as I was eating and drinking crazily, Jin Zicheng added lightly on the side, "But there is indeed something I need to do."

"In a while, go back to your place to pack up some clothes. We'll go on the flight tonight, you and me."

I jerked my head up. "What?"

After Jin Zicheng threw down the bomb, he acted like nothing happened and didn't reply to me and went upstairs.

I was still dizzy when I stood at the airport. Jin Zicheng walked in front while I limped behind him. He suddenly turned his head and looked at me, standing in place while waiting for me to follow him.

I followed as quickly as I could. "Where are we going?"

Jin Zicheng didn't even bother to reply. After a while, he suddenly asked, "You said that you and that bald guy were just acting for Jin Yuan’er, then why would he be willing to help you?"