Chapter 770: Chapter 770
He Jingyao let out a heavy sigh, one hand steadying himself against the wall.
Opening his eyes, He Jingyao surveyed the bathroom; a mirror was right next to him.
He looked at his own face in the mirror and, without hesitation, punched it fiercely!
With a crash, the mirror shattered into pieces, and the man’s hand was covered in blood! ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel·fiɾe·net
“Ah!” the girl screamed in horror, “Mr. He, you’re bleeding!”
With his back against the wall and facing her, He Jingyao spoke in a cold voice, “Don’t come any closer!”
The girl’s footsteps halted abruptly.
It was not his words that stopped her, but his expression.
The man’s handsome face was still extremely tense, cold and restrained, his jet-black eyes seeming to be filled with shattered ice, tinged with a touch of condescension and mockery.
This coldness and mockery involuntarily filled her with fear and inferiority, as if even moving one step closer to him would be a desecration.
“I…” Her lips trembled, an inexplicable sense of grievance welling up inside her, causing her to burst into tears involuntarily, “I just wanted to help you.”
The pain on the back of his hand brought some clarity to He Jingyao’s mind.
He curled his lips into a smile, still icy and mocking, “I told you to get out! Can’t you understand?”
The girl shrank back, as if she could no longer bear the pressure, and with a sob, she turned and ran away.
Only then did He Jingyao let out a long breath.
He dared not relax, walked over to lock the bathroom door, then went towards the center of the bathroom. His fingers, trembling slightly, quickly stripped off his shirt. He turned on the shower, and the cold water falling on his burning skin finally extinguished the heat inch by inch.
After getting up, He Yirong went to the living room and the first thing he did was turn on the surveillance to check the situation in the study.
But strangely, there was no one in the study.
“Huh?” He was surprised and looked at Hen Bing, “Didn’t that kid run away?
Hen Bing smiled, “Maybe the young master hasn’t gotten up yet.”
“At this hour…” He Yirong hummed lightly, then suddenly realized something was wrong, “That girl isn’t there either, could it be…”
He “ha” with a chuckle, shaking his head, revealing a ‘just as I thought’ smile.
There was only one bed in the study, and now that neither person was within the surveillance range, there was only one explanation: the two of them were sleeping together.
This kid… still playing the saint in front of him, thought He Yirong to himself.
“Go, tell them to get up,” said He Yirong with a feeling of triumph.
If He Jingyao had slept with another woman, then his goal was achieved, and there was no need to keep him confined any longer.
With a secretive smile, Hen Bing acknowledged and took the keys to open the door.
After entering the study, he walked straight to the resting area, knocked on the door, and spoke respectfully, “Young master, are you awake?”
Soon after, the door opened, revealing a timid face.
The girl’s eyes were still red and swollen, as if she had cried for a long time. Seeing Hen Bing, she couldn’t help but lower her head, “Assistant Hen…”
“Where is the young master?” Hen Bing scanned the inside of the resting area but seemed not to find He Jingyao, “Isn’t he in there?”
The girl shook her head, barely managing a smile, “Mr. He went to the bathroom in the middle of the night and even locked the door from inside… then he never came out.”