Chapter 17 Qin Jinhai, I Hate You

Chapter 17: Chapter 17 Qin Jinhai, I Hate YouAs soon as she opened it, she saw the familiar prison background. The entire cell contained only a large bed. A black, long cloth lay on the bed. An image instantly flashed through her mind. In the dimly lit prison cell, the man pinned her down on the bed, violating her at will. The more she begged, the more excited he became, possessing her even more boldly... S~eaʀᴄh the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Fu Bing’s hands and feet grew ice-cold as she exited the video. "Who exactly are you?" The other party didn’t respond. Instead, they sent a threat: "Don’t play dumb. First Lin Xiao, then Li Qing. Do you really think your little tricks can fool me?" Fu Bing felt as though she had fallen into an ice cellar. That unspeakable intimacy from the prison—there was actually a video of it. Who on earth was that person? Wu Shi parked the car steadily. The person next to him sat motionless in her seat. Wu Shi gently touched her sleeve. Fu Bing abruptly sat up straight. It took her a few seconds to come to her senses. She looked out the window, struggling to squeeze out a smile. "We’ve arrived, huh." Wu Shi looked at her with concern. Fu Bing got out of the car in a daze. Before she could stand firm, she tripped over a toy car a child had left on the ground, barely steadying herself by grabbing the wall. Wu Shi walked around the car and steadied her. "You can go back. I can go up by myself." All she wanted at that moment was to be alone. She needed to calm down! She absolutely needed to calm down! Wu Shi ignored her, half-supporting, half-carrying her up the stairs. Xiaomei had ordered a table full of takeout. Fu Bing’s face was pale, but she forced a thin smile. "You ordered so much food. Aren’t you planning to leave any for tomorrow?" "We didn’t celebrate when you were released from prison. And today, Lin Xiao surrendered, and you turned the tables on Li Qing! That’s three major happy events all together. We must celebrate properly." Xiaomei suddenly thought of something. "Should we ask Uncle He and Aunt Ning to come over too?" "It’s too late. Aunt Ning’s legs aren’t good; let’s not bother them." "’Mmhmm. Wu Shi, you drink with us too," Xiaomei sighed, her expression aggrieved. "I don’t have any relatives, and all my friends have left. I don’t even know who to share happy moments with." Fu Bing patted her back. "We’ll have new family members. Don’t be afraid." Xiaomei hugged Fu Bing tightly. "Sister, I’m sorry for making you comfort me." "You’re the only sister I have. If I don’t comfort you, who else would I comfort?" Wu Shi retracted his worried gaze, silently opening the takeout containers and setting out bowls and chopsticks. Initially, Xiaomei had been a bit afraid of Wu Shi. Now that she was used to seeing him, she wasn’t afraid anymore. Xiaomei poured drinks for Fu Bing and Wu Shi, then filled her own cup to the brim. "This toast isn’t for my sister; it’s for Brother Wu Shi," Xiaomei said, her round little face full of sincerity. "Brother Wu Shi, we’ll have to trouble you to protect my sister in the future. She’s a very, very good person. She doesn’t like to complain and bears a lot on her own. I can’t protect my sister, so I’m asking you to stay by her side from now on and guard her, ensuring she doesn’t get hurt again." Fu Bing frowned. "Xiaomei, your request is inappropriate." She and Xiaomei had known Wu Shi for less than ten days; they had no right to ask anything of him. However, Wu Shi voluntarily clinked his glass with Xiaomei’s and drained his drink in one gulp. Xiaomei giggled and drank up as well. Fu Bing looked down at the cup before her and also tilted her head back, drinking it down. "Hey, I haven’t made a toast yet," Xiaomei pouted. "We’re all family. There’s no need for formalities." Family... Those words made Wu Shi’s eyes curve into a smile. The bitterness of the alcohol was diluted by them, even gaining a hint of sweetness. Fu Bing didn’t like drinking; the alcohol was too bitter. She could never understand the pleasure of it. This time, she drank one cup after another. She was trying to consume all the bitterness at once, so only sweetness would remain in the future. Neither Wu Shi nor Xiaomei tried to stop her; they simply drank alongside her. Late into the night, Fu Bing and Xiaomei both collapsed on the table, drunk. Wu Shi dragged Xiaomei back to her room and tossed her onto the bed in the guest room as if she were a sack of garbage. Returning to the living room, he carefully lifted Fu Bing and carried her to her bed. He didn’t turn on the light, afraid of waking her. Moonlight filtering through the window and the glow from the streetlights outside faintly illuminated the room’s darkness, casting a soft light across Fu Bing’s face, which had filled out a little. It was as white as jade, smooth and delicate. Fu Bing was trapped in a nightmare, scared and fearful. In the dream, her child was finally born after a day and a night of labor. The baby’s cries were loud and healthy. Fu Bing unconsciously let a smile slip. Suddenly, a pair of large hands snatched the child from her embrace. Fu Bing looked up sharply. It was Qin Jinhai. Qin Jinhai stared indifferently at the baby’s small face. "A bastard. Better off dead!" He raised the infant high and smashed it forcefully to the ground. "No!" Fu Bing’s eyes were wide with horror as she leaped forward. The child’s body grazed her outstretched fingers before hitting the ground. On the bed, Fu Bing’s body curled up, trembling all over and murmuring in a low voice. Wu Shi leaned close to her lips, trying to hear what she was saying. Afterward, his stooped body stood frozen in place. "Qin Jinhai, I hate you!" Wu Shi closed the bedroom door, went downstairs, got into the Maybach that had been waiting for a long time, and stared blankly through the car window into the deep night. Qin Jinhai, I hate you! How deep must the hatred be for her to curse him with gritted teeth even in her dreams? Mu Lin glanced at his boss through the rearview mirror, quietly reminding him, "Boss, if you wear the disguise for too long, the glue will seep into your skin." Qin Jinhai silently took off his mask. Mu Lin, having been with Qin Jinhai for many years, knew he was displeased. Still, he braced himself and said, "Your father has called many times." Only then did Qin Jinhai take out his phone, which was set to silent. Indeed, there were numerous missed calls. Qin Jinhai made a call. Before Qin Sheng could speak, he spoke first, "Our agreement is over. When will you tell me about Fu Bing’s background?" Qin Sheng sneered. "With that attitude, you think you’re worthy of asking me? The agreement I signed with you three years ago only ensured Fu Bing wouldn’t die in jail. It didn’t say I would tell you about her background." "What do you want this time?" Qin Jinhai asked, an icy aura emanating from him. "I’ll let you know when I’ve decided." Qin Jinhai rolled down the car window, so furious he threw his phone out. At that moment, the car was crossing a river. The black phone flew over the river’s guardrail and plummeted towards the water, finally disappearing into the rolling current. 「*」 Fu Bing woke up at eight in the morning, lured by the aroma of breakfast. The living room had already been tidied up, and Uncle He was busy in the kitchen. Seeing Fu Bing was up, he said cheerfully, "Go wash your face. The food is almost ready." "Thank you, Uncle He." This was the domestic warmth she had missed for so long. Uncle He had lost his right hand; it had been sliced off at the wrist, the entire palm gone. Over the years, he had grown accustomed to it. Chopping vegetables, stir-frying, and serving dishes posed no problem for him. Fu Bing sat at the dining table just as Uncle He brought over a full bowl of herbal soup, reminding her, "Remember to drink it." "Uncle He, you don’t have to come over every day. Aunt Ning needs you too." "If we don’t see you for a day, both your Aunt Ning and I get worried," Uncle He said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Child, don’t put too much pressure on yourself." Fu Bing gave a bitter smile. "It’s because I’m not strong enough that I’ve made you and Aunt Ning worry so much, even coming over this early just to comfort me." "In our eyes, no one can bring you down," Uncle He said gently. "Others only care how far you can go, but those who love you also want to ask if you’re tired." "I’m fine. Uncle He, trust me, everything will be all right." Uncle He and Aunt Ning will have happy twilight years, her own health will recover, Xiaomei will be able to stand on her own, and Wu Shi will have a home. They will all be all right. "I’m waiting for that day," Uncle He said with a smile. After finishing breakfast, under Uncle He’s watchful eye, Fu Bing drained the entire bowl of herbal soup. Aunt Ning knew she disliked bitterness and had specially made the soup very mild and sweet. Fu Bing wiped her mouth and said, "Uncle He, I have an idea. Could you discuss it with Aunt Ning later and see if she’s willing?" "Go ahead."