Demon Chief: Haunting the Scapegoose Bride

Chapter 41 A Tired Heart

Huang Qiao didn't remember how she got out of that hellish apartment, she only remembered that she refused his driver to take her back, but chose to walk back by herself.

She looked very embarrassed, as if she had been raped, her black hair became extremely messy, and the buttons of her light yellow sweater were crooked. She clutched her chest and left with a tired heart.

"Bastard, you are a beast." This was what she said to him before leaving.

But he didn't care, no matter how much she scolded him, he didn't care, because he knew that he was the final winner, and they were just pawns for his revenge.

"Mr. Xiang, Ms. Huang refused me to take her back, she... walked back by herself." The driver returned cautiously, for fear of saying a wrong sentence.

"Well, it doesn't matter, let her go if she likes." Xiang Zichen stood by the window, raised the curtains, watched Huang Qiao leave in a state of embarrassment, and felt satisfied again in his heart.

Looking back at the bloodstains she left behind, he didn't feel a trace of guilt, on the contrary, he felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction, that sense of possessive satisfaction, that she was just his prey.

Who cares about the life and death of the prey?

Huang Qiao didn't know how long she had been walking. She walked on the street in a daze, looking at the pedestrians and vehicles passing by. For the first time, she felt that the sky was unfair. Why should she be the one who was injured?What did she do wrong?

She cried helplessly and attracted many people to watch, but she didn't care, because she knew that no one would recognize her. She was not the second lady of Sihai Group at the moment, she was not a high-achieving student who came back from France, and she was not even the big star Huang Qian My sister, she is just a hurt little girl, a lonely and helpless little girl.

A taxi slowly stopped beside her, and the driver in the car asked kindly: "Miss, is something wrong with you? Do you need to call the police?"

Huang Qiao shook her head...

Then the driver asked carefully, "Do you need me to take you home?"

Huang Qiao hesitated for a moment, then nodded, then got into the car, and when she arrived at Ding Xun's neighborhood, Huang Qiao dropped the hundred-yuan bill, and got out of the car in a hurry before the driver returned the change.

Back upstairs, sure enough, Ding Xun hadn't come back yet, she started to take a bath desperately again, just like that time, she felt dirty, what's the difference with a prostitute, prostitutes want money, and she doesn't even have any money.

Huang Qiao looked at herself in the mirror, and thought it was so ridiculous, so humble...

Later, she took sick leave and didn't go to work for three consecutive days. She needed to adjust her mood...

Ding Xun also didn't come back for three days, which not only made her suspicious, Ding Xun's whereabouts are very mysterious recently, it seems that she always stays up at night, does she have a boyfriend?

Just as she was thinking, the doorbell rang. Huang Qiao dragged her tired body to open the door. When the door opened, a bucket of ink came oncoming...

Then the two men scolded fiercely: "Little San, be smarter from now on, next time you won't be as lucky as ink, or sulfuric acid."

Huang Qiao was taken aback, then wiped the ink off her face with her hand and asked, "Did you make a mistake?"

The two men didn't speak, and quickly left. Huang Qiao finally understood what it means to be unlucky, and she would choke on drinking water. Sure enough, she is in such a mess now, and she is really unlucky to be splashed with ink for no reason.

Unable to get up to take a bath, Huang Qiao felt helpless looking at the ink all over her body. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind. Ink, ink, seems...can touch some of her new discoveries?