"Brother...Brother, why are you here?" He Xiaoqi was instantly terrified, her expression somewhat panicked. He Qimo glanced at He Xiaoqi, then looked behind her, "What are you doing here?" He Xiaoqi was flustered and speechless, especially at the door, where Mr. Wen, who had been blocked by her brother, was now nose bleeding from a punch, covering his cheek, standing at the door with his underlings including Zhang Minghua. "I... I..." He Xiaoqi retreated, afraid to speak. He Qimo pressed forward step by step, "You’re still in contact with them?" The disappointment and anger in his eyes were evident. He Xiaoqi was terrified at being discovered, yet felt as if she’d found a lifeline. Her brother didn’t know she had kidnapped Gu Zixuan, he merely thought she was in contact with Wen Zexi and his group. At this, He Xiaoqi’s eyes flickered, timidly she said, "Brother, don’t blame them, I, I just came to pick something up..." Her stuttering acted well, as it stirred even greater fury in He Qimo, he asked, "What do you lack that you need to come here for?" He Xiaoqi remained silent. He Qimo grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, "Come on, go back with me." Malice flashed in He Xiaoqi’s eyes, as did satisfaction. Smirking, she followed He Qimo out half-heartedly. Yet, for Gu Zixuan inside the bedroom, hearing He Qimo’s voice was like watching a lifeboat drift away. Despair filled her eyes. The drug administered to her was quickly eroding her consciousness, making her limp and near unconscious. Her clothes had basically been undone. Sitting in an inconvenient chair position, several people were tugging at her skirt. She knew, once He Qimo left, she’d have no chance to call for help. In desperation, she aimed the chair and heavily sat down on someone’s foot. The heart-wrenching cry of "Ah~" echoed. The person slapped Gu Zixuan furiously. She fell hard with the chair. In the living room, the scream silenced the entire villa. He Xiaoqi and Wen Zexi, along with the others, were frozen stiff. He Qimo quickly looked back towards the source of the sound. After a pause, his sullen eyes fell on He Xiaoqi, "What are you doing?" He Xiaoqi’s face turned pale, unable to say a word. He Qimo pressed his lips together, swiftly releasing He Xiaoqi’s wrist, and started to walk inside. This time, not to mention He Xiaoqi panicked, she hastily grabbed He Qimo’s arm, and frantically said, "Brother, I’ll go back with you, there’s nothing inside!" Even Wen Zexi sensed something was wrong, feeling deeply betrayed by He Xiaoqi, and quickly wanted to block He Qimo’s steps. However, these spoiled young masters spent their years inhaling powder, drinking, clubbing, playing with women, indulging in whatever vices; their bodies were depleted and weak in their early twenties. Aside from wearing stylish clothes, they had nothing. How could they stand up to the physically fit He Qimo? Even someone like Liang Xi, who exercised occasionally, couldn’t block a move. The more they obstructed, the deeper He Qimo’s suspicion grew. While walking, He Qimo ordered Liang Xi, "Hold them back!" Liang Xi obeyed, raising his fist. He Qimo shook off He Xiaoqi’s pale, repeated attempts to cling to him, and moved inside without hesitation. He pushed the door open. It was precisely the moment when the people inside sensed something was wrong and hurriedly tried to shove Gu Zixuan, chair and all, behind the curtain. Gu Zixuan, already drugged, after that slap, had no strength left in her. She couldn’t struggle, nor did she have the energy to do so. The moment He Qimo opened the door, their eyes met. What he saw was Gu Zixuan’s disheveled hair and clothes, already undone in a mess, and the duct taped mouth, leaving her voiceless, with eyes silently shedding tears upon seeing him... Ultimately, how He Qimo overturned the scene, untied Gu Zixuan’s restraints, slipped off his jacket, and carried her away in his arms was unknown. He Xiaoqi only knew the utter extremity of this situation. When she followed to explain, she received a harsh slap on her cheek from her turning brother. Simultaneously, he said to Mr. Wen, who followed, "I know she’ll never sever ties with you people; I don’t want to care about her anymore. She’s already twenty, an adult, she can make her own life decisions. If you want to sleep with her, do it; treat her however you wish, it seems like she doesn’t care herself. I won’t protect her one bit more. If a girl doesn’t respect herself, no one can love her." Then he turned and left, telling Liang Xi to drive off in a red BMW, leaving her at the island villa. He Xiaoqi knew, her brother was truly angered by her. He no longer cared about her... And she, was truly finished... He Qimo carried Gu Zixuan into the car, placing her in the passenger seat and buckling her seatbelt. He got into the driver’s seat and slowly drove away from the island villa. Along the way, He Qimo noticed Gu Zixuan was gradually becoming weary. He thought about taking her to the hospital. But then, his gaze fell upon the platinum ring on her middle finger... His expression hardened, and he finally called a private doctor. Then he hit the gas pedal, starting to accelerate smoothly towards the He Mansion. When He Qimo carried Gu Zixuan back to the villa, in the living room, both He Yuan and Zhou Huimei, who were already arguing, saw them and were slightly stunned. But their reactions differed. He Yuan was anxious, "Xuanxuan? What’s wrong with her?" Zhou Huimei was chaotic, "Qi Mo? Why did you bring her back!" He Qimo didn’t want to speak, he put down the car keys, and carried Gu Zixuan straight back to their former shared bedroom. Placing her by the toilet in the bathroom, without a word, he stuck his finger into her mouth, poked around her throat, forcing her to vomit. Until a wave of acidic and white vomit came out of Gu Zixuan’s throat. He repeated several times, until Gu Zixuan could no longer vomit anything, he washed a towel, wrung it dry, and gradually cleaned her hands and face. Only then did he carry her back to the bed. Placing her in the center of the soft French-imported silicone bed. Soon, the private doctor arrived. He opened and looked at Gu Zixuan’s eyelids, measured her blood pressure, and checked her heartbeat. Finally, holding a disposable cup, looking at the vomit He Qimo had scooped out from the toilet. After confirming several times the half-dissolved white pills, he said, "It’s not a drug that causes major harm, just purified nitrazepam, which will quickly put a person into deep sleep. Actually, taking this medication is not a big issue; once she wakes up, she’ll be fine." Upon hearing these words, Zhou Huimei glanced at her son’s somber, cold face filled with anxiety, while also hatefully scolded, "Such a bitch! She must have been a slut; President Feng doesn’t want her. She tried to commit suicide by overdosing, and now she’s still trying to cause trouble, relying on my son!" He Qimo, however, heard those simple words "once she wakes up she’ll be fine," and gradually clenched his fist, veins bulging... He Qimo didn’t speak. He Yuan could sense that something was not right. Especially when he was wandering the courtyard at night and saw He Xiaoqi driving out quickly, and saw his son quietly turn the car around to follow. Now his daughter hadn’t returned, but his daughter-in-law had come back... and in such a sorry state. Though He Yuan didn’t want to guess what had happened, knowing his daughter well, some disappointment and intuition were now beyond normal human feelings to express. He could only turn around and walk into the kitchen. Stubbornly and silently instructed the servant, "No one is allowed to call He Xiaoqi tonight; if she calls back, hang up. Bring out the crockpot, make some millet porridge, and prepare some light, palatable dishes to take to Xuanxuan later." He Yuan had always been very good to Gu Zixuan, for eight years treating her like a loving father. The servant understood, though did not know why not to prepare for the Miss’s call, yet still nodded, "Okay." and began to get busy. Zhou Huimei’s chattering made He Qimo’s voice turn cold before she could speak a third word, "Mother, can you return to your own room within a minute and stop talking?" Zhou Huimei’s face instantly turned stunned with anger. But facing her son, she never had the courage, coupled with a deep understanding of her son’s temper. So although unwilling, seeing Gu Zixuan somehow in a sunken state was satisfying, she let out a disdainful snort and left. Soon, the private doctor was also sent away. When the room quieted down and it was just her and He Qimo. After a series of ordeals, leaning weakly against the cushion, Gu Zixuan, who wasn’t very strong, gradually spoke up. "Xiaoqi is still young, and I haven’t had any accidents, those people are not kind, you should let Liang Xi fetch her back." Excessive kindness made this pair, almost two months without speaking or contacting, He Qimo after a long silence, speak, "That’s what she deserves." "Nothing is deserved, you should bring her back." Gu Zixuan reiterated again, and when speaking, turned her face away. This made He Qimo, wearing just a shirt, sit on the edge of the bed with his arms folded, his jet-black eyes examining deeply and intensely. After a long time, as if sensing something. He curved a strong hint of sarcasm at the corner of his lips. Slowly, he asked one word at a time, "You know everything?" Follow current novᴇls on novel⁂fire.net