Chapter 3 Have you done enough?
He Zhiyao shook off Qin Shuang's wrist, stepped back from her, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. With a casual flick, he threw the blood-stained shirt onto Qin Shuang's face and turned to leave the room.
The white shirt that landed on Qin Shuang's face still carried a faint whiff of tobacco.
Qin Shuang grabbed the shirt and sat up abruptly, hurling it towards the direction of the doorway.
Then she stared at the tightly shut door, and her tears fell like beads off a broken string.
Why has it come to this...
Where on earth are mom and dad, do they know what she's going through...
She wanted to go home, she desperately wanted to go home...
...
On the third day of being confined in the villa, Qin Shuang did not eat anything all day.
On the fourth day, Qin Shuang still refused to eat.
When the servant asked her, she only said she wanted to go home.
Seeing Qin Shuang so weak that she fainted, the housekeeper had no choice but to call He Zhiyao, "Mr. He, you should come and see. Miss Qin, she refuses to eat anything. If this continues, I'm afraid..."
"Don't call me about her affairs," He Zhiyao replied coldly before hanging up.
On the fifth day, Qin Shuang could no longer hold up and developed a fever.
The housekeeper called for a doctor and tried to call He Zhiyao again, but he did not answer.
It was not until noon on the sixth day that He Zhiyao finally returned to the villa.
As soon as he entered, the housekeeper hurriedly reported, "Miss Qin has been unconscious for two days now. The doctor has visited, but Miss Qin refuses to eat or take medicine. The fever broke yesterday, but today it has come back..."
He Zhiyao, with a cold face, went upstairs.
On the bedroom bed, Qin Shuang's complexion was deathly pale, having lost weight in just a few days, her brows tightly furrowed, even in unconsciousness she seemed to be in great distress.
He Zhiyao stared at her, the malevolence in his eyes spilling out bit by bit.
He strode to the bedside, gripped Qin Shuang's chin firmly, and asked the housekeeper harshly, "Where's the medicine?"
The housekeeper quickly brought over the prepared pill and water from the table.
He Zhiyao shoved the pill into Qin Shuang's mouth abruptly, held up her chin, and forced her to swallow it down, then poured some water into her mouth as well.
Perhaps the water was poured too forcefully, the choking Qin Shuang began to cough violently, weakly prying her eyelids open.
Upon seeing He Zhiyao, she coughed violently while instinctively trying to shrink back.
He Zhiyao clenched her chin tighter, his overwhelming aura seemingly capable of devouring her,
"Are you done with your act?"