?Chapter 189: Chapter 189: Not as Important as You Chapter 189: Chapter 189: Not as Important as You Qiao Ruoxin looked at the man’s angry face and whispered softly, “Then stop meddling in Lin Xi’s affairs. If you don’t, he won’t kidnap Lin Xi anymore.”
“Fine.”
He actually… agreed???
“Aren’t you being a bit too heartless and ungrateful?”
After all, when Mo Chen’s life was hanging by a thread, it was Lin Xi who saved him. Now topletely ignore Lin Xi isn’t quite right.
Mo Chen pinned her beneath him,id his head on her slim and fragile shoulders, closed his eyes, and spoke in azy and blurry voice, “That might be slightly true, but you’re more important than that.”
A shallow curve lifted at the corners of her mouth as she held the man tighter, and she said softly, “Go to sleep, you must be tired.”
The man had quickly fallen into a deep sleep.
In the second before he fell asleep, he thought to himself that he wouldn’t be at ease until he dealt with that trash Simon.
Qiao Ruoxin, hearing the man’s even breathing, also closed her eyes and soon entered her dreams.
…
In the dream, she saw Simon and Mo Chen standing together, far apart, and she couldn’t make out what they were saying.
She tried desperately to rush over, but she couldn’t get close no matter how hard she tried.
Then, she saw Simon and Mo Chen fighting, with Simon still getting beaten up badly, blood everywhere.
But! Suddenly, Simon pulled out a gun and shot Mo Chen in the heart!
“Mo Chen!”
She woke up with a shock from the dream!
Qiao Ruoxin opened her eyes suddenly, only to find that it was just a dream. Thank goodness it was just a dream.
She realized that the man who had been on top of her was gone.
Sitting up, she touched her forehead and noticed she was covered in ayer of cold sweat.
She got out of bed, went to the bathroom to wash up, changed her clothes, and came downstairs to the dining room.
The nanny had made her a simple American breakfast. “Miss Qiao, please have your breakfast.”
“When did Mo Chen leave?”
The nanny recalled the morning’s events, “It seemed to be after six in the morning. A call came through, and Master Mo wasn’t nning to go, but then they said Miss Lin Xi had been stabbed, and then he left.”
In her hand, Qiao Ruoxin’s knife and fork ttered down onto the te, making a piercing sound.
Lin Xi was stabbed?
Simon, the psychopath!
Her face was stricken with shock as she stood up from the dining table and walked toward the upstairs bedroom.
“Miss Qiao, aren’t you having your breakfast?” the nanny called out from behind. Qiao Ruoxin didn’t respond.
…
Inside the bedroom.
Qiao Ruoxin returned to the bedroom, found her phone, and immediately dialed Simon’s number. It rang for a long time before he picked up.
The moment the call connected, she didn’t wait for the other side to speak, her voice filled with rage, “Are you sick? Are you trying to murder someone?”
“Who told you to bring up the word ‘suicide’ so casually?”
“You’re nothing but scum! You truly disgust me! I’d rather die than have a man like you!”
This was the real definition of a psychopath, with whom there is no reasoning whatsoever.
Simon’s coldughter came from the other end of the phone, “Baby, take good care of your body for me, don’t let him touch you. Otherwise, I’ll make sure Mo Chen is stuck with Lin Xi and can’t escape. Eventually, they’ll develop feelings.”
Qiao Ruoxin was silent for a few seconds, then she hung up the phone.
She then called her agent, wanting to take a day off.
At noon, Qiao Ruoxin, fully disguised with a mask, sunsses, and a baseball cap, arrived at the hospital intending to check on Lin Xi’s condition.
Approaching the door of the VIP ward, she saw four bodyguards standing guard outside—
Xiaowu was among them.
If Xiaowu was there, it meant Mo Chen was also inside the ward.