northernbook Chapter 120 Let’s Have Another Child
Chapter 120 Let’s Have Another Child
"Qin'er."
A tender whisper, like a breeze blowing across the lake, rang softly in Qiao Qin's ears.
Qiao Qin struggled hard and finally helped Huo Yan to the bedside. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she felt a faint smell of alcohol mixed with a masculine scent coming towards her. That was Huo Yan's scent.
She couldn't help but tilt her head slightly, trying to catch the few words he whispered.
"Qin'er, don't leave me."
Huo Yan's voice was low and slightly hoarse, full of affection and attachment. His warm breath brushed against Qiao Qin's ears, bringing with it a heart-pounding tingling sensation.
A complex emotion flashed through Qiao Qin's eyes. She wanted to break free from this sudden restraint, but at that moment the man grabbed her waist tightly.
Huo Yan's palms were broad and powerful. With a slight exertion, he pulled Qiao Qin into his broad chest.
"what--"
The sudden change made Qiao Qin couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
Then, a faint scent of cedar entered her nose. She fell into the man's arms, her body stiffened instantly, her ear was against Huo Yan's chest, and she could clearly feel his heartbeat, which was so powerful and firm, as if it wanted to merge her entire being into it.
Qiao Qin's breathing stagnated slightly. She looked up and met Huo Yan's deep eyes, which contained tenderness and desire that she had never seen before, without a trace of drunkenness.
Qiao Qin's brows were furrowed, the anger in her heart was as silent but fierce as a gust of wind.
She was deceived by this man again!
Huo Yan held Qiao Qin's hand tightly, his determination just like his inner obsession of not wanting to let go. Although he was not actually drunk, under the catalysis of alcohol, his inner emotions were like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, no longer bound by reason.
"You can't leave me."
There was an unquestionable arrogance in his words, as if he wanted to lock Qiao Qin firmly in his world.
Then, he gently clasped the back of Qiao Qin's head with one hand and brought her face close to him. His thin lips, with a faint scent of wine, gently and firmly covered Qiao Qin's lips.
The kiss, from being strong and overbearing at the beginning, gradually became lingering and sad, like the melody on the strings, gradually rising in volume. The atmosphere in the room was ignited at this moment, as warm as a bonfire.
Huo Yan's eyes were burning with crazy and persistent flames. He ignored Qiao Qin's resistance and clasped her hands tightly with his broad palms like iron clamps.
He roughly ripped the buttons on her clothes, and the sound of each button breaking was like tearing the defenses in her heart.
"Qin'er, let's have another child." His voice was hoarse and trembling, with an almost morbid desire, "If we have a child, you won't leave me."
Qiao Qin's eyes widened, fear surged into her heart like a tide, she couldn't believe that the man in front of her had become so strange and crazy. However, her hands were tightly grasped by him, and no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free from the iron-hard bondage.
"Huo Yan, don't do this... I beg you, I'm scared." Qiao Qin's voice was already tearful. She begged tremblingly, hoping that he could wake up from this crazy state.
However, Huo Yan seemed unable to hear her voice. There was only crazy persistence and desire in his eyes. If it were usual, Huo Yan would definitely stop to comfort her, but he drank a lot of wine today, and too many emotions were accumulated in his heart during this period of time, so he had lost his mind.
Qiao Qin's eyes were burning with anger, and she shouted, "Stop! Do you really dare?"
: "We are husband and wife." Huo Yan's voice was extremely hoarse.
Qiao Qin clenched her teeth tightly, and her lips were bleeding, but her persistence did not shake Huo Yan at all. Her eyes were full of despair. Finally, she could only close her eyes that were flashing with anger and sadness, and said three words in a trembling but firm voice:
"I...hate...you."
These three words, though as light as a feather, are as heavy as Mount Tai. They are like a sharp sword, piercing deeply into Huo Yan's heart.
Fallen overnight.
The morning light of the next day, like fine golden silk, quietly penetrated the gaps in the French windows and gently filled the entire room. The light danced in the air, coating every corner with a layer of warm color.
Qiao Qin slowly woke up in this dreamlike light and shadow. Her eyes opened slightly, but seemed to be restrained by an invisible force, unable to open them completely. Her body felt like it was crushed by a huge rock, and she felt a piercing pain in every part of her body.
Beside her pillow, the man who had spent the night with her last night had quietly left, leaving behind only emptiness and silence.
Qiao Qin lay quietly on the bed, letting the tears slide silently from the corners of her eyes. Those tears, as if they were the endless sorrow and loss in her heart, kept overflowing and soaking the entire pillow. Her eyes were full of emptiness and numbness, as if she was an orphan abandoned by the world, having lost all color and hope.
Time seemed to stop at this moment. Qiao Qin just lay there quietly, letting the tears wash her soul. Finally, when the last drop of tears dried up on the pillow, only emptiness and numbness remained in Qiao Qin's eyes.
Her soul seemed to be completely hollowed out, and she could no longer find anything to rely on. Her future became gloomy at this moment, as if it was shrouded in a thick haze, and she could no longer see a ray of light.
Qiao Qin cried from day to night. She got up to go to the bathroom, but was frightened by herself in the mirror. She saw a pair of red and swollen eyes, messy hair, and looked extremely embarrassed.
Is this herself?
Qiao Qin stared at herself in the mirror, her pupils gradually focusing on the dense kiss marks on her neck.
Those marks, like marks in the darkness, appeared abruptly on her fair skin, glaring and dirty.
She slowly turned on the faucet, and hot water poured down like a waterfall. Qiao Qin frantically wiped the marks with her palms and towel, as if she wanted to completely erase those marks that did not belong to her from her body.
However, no matter how hard she tried, the hickeys still stubbornly remained on her skin, as if mocking her futility.
"Dirty." Qiao Qin whispered, her voice filled with endless despair and anger.
There was a cold light flashing in her eyes, as if to freeze all the filth in the world.
"It's really dirty." She murmured again, her voice revealing an unspeakable sadness.
Her eyes wandered in the mirror, and suddenly, a cold light caught her attention. She turned her head and saw a sharp blade lying quietly on the dressing table, the blade flashing dangerously under the light.
Qiao Qin's eyes were fixed on the blade, and an indescribable impulse surged in her heart.
She slowly stretched out her hand, and her fingers gently touched the handle of the knife. The cold touch made her shudder. However, she did not stop, but tightened her grip on the handle, as if she wanted to pour all her despair and anger into the blade.
......
The night is like thick ink, quietly covering this bustling city.
The cold moon is like a disk, hanging alone on the branches, casting mottled silver light, making everything seem even colder.
Huo Yan sat in front of a large desk, his eyes fixed on the documents in his hands, his brows revealing a bit of fatigue. His fingers tapped lightly on the desk, as if he was thinking about something.
Just then, a slight knock on the door broke the silence in the office.
Assistant Yan pushed the door open and walked in, holding a thick contract in his hand with a cautious look on his face.
"Mr. Huo, this is a contract that needs to be signed the day after tomorrow." He reminded softly, with a hint of caution in his voice.
Huo Yan raised his head, glanced at him with a sharp gaze, and then said calmly: "Can't I sign now?"
Although his voice was calm, it carried an unquestionable majesty.
Assistant Yan's heart trembled, and he quickly replied: "Yes, of course." He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead while speaking, and secretly complained in his heart: President Huo is usually a workaholic, and I didn't expect him to be even worse today. Has something big happened in the company again?
The air in the office seemed to freeze at this moment. Only the rustling sound of Huo Yan's pen scratching on paper could be heard. Assistant Yan stood aside, not daring to make a sound.
Actually.
Huo Yan's heart was tangled like a tangled mess. Last night, under the influence of alcohol, he actually did such a thing to Qiao Qin. At this moment, his heart was filled with anxiety and uneasiness.
He knew that what happened last night would only make Qiao Qin dislike him even more. After all, their relationship was already tense.
Whenever Huo Yan recalled Qiao Qin's cold and distant eyes, his heart felt as if it was pierced by a needle. The pain was unbearable. He smiled at himself, and that smile was full of bitterness and helplessness.
Perhaps this is fate's punishment for him.
Huo Yan took a deep breath and silently prepared himself mentally. Even if Qiao Qin hated him, as long as he stayed by his side, it would be fine. Then he stood up and walked out.
soon.
Huo Yan arrived at the door of his house.
With a slight "click", the door slowly opened, and the villa was filled with dead silence and darkness, as if it had swallowed up all the light and sound.
Huo Yan frowned slightly, his brows revealing confusion and doubt, but he did not stay for too long and went straight upstairs. He pushed open the door of the master bedroom, and a sound of splashing water came into his ears, crisp and rapid.
Are you taking a shower?
Huo Yan felt relieved, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his body.
However, when his eyes swept over the untouched food on the table, his heart sank again. Qin'er had not eaten all day. This sudden news filled his heart with worry and uneasiness.
As time passed, the sound of water in the bathroom continued. Huo Yan finally realized something was wrong and a bad premonition arose in his heart.
Huo Yan's eyes gradually deepened. He walked to the door and said in a low and concerned voice, "Qin'er?"
However, the only response he got was empty silence, as if even the air had frozen.
"Qin'er, if you don't respond, I'm going to push the door open." Huo Yan's voice became heavier, revealing a hint of anxiety.
However, there was still deathly silence behind the door, which made him feel uneasy like a tide.
Finally, Huo Yan couldn't wait any longer. He waved his hand suddenly, and the wooden door shattered with a loud bang.
The scene before him made his pupils shrink instantly, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand.
As far as the eye can see, Qiao Qin was lying quietly in the bathtub. Her body, which should have been caressed by the gentle waves, was now soaked in cold water. Her clothes were clinging to her body, outlining her graceful and fragile figure.
However, behind this heart-warming picture lies a cruel reality that cannot be ignored.
On her right wrist, a deep wound was shocking, like a scarlet snake winding down, and every drop of blood was telling the passing of her life. The ground was covered with blood, like a cruel painting.
At this moment, Qiao Qin was like a broken porcelain doll, her face as pale as paper, like a flower attacked by the cold wind, losing its former beauty.
Her breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible, and every rise and fall tugged at the hearts of everyone present, as if she could fall into eternal silence at any time.
"Qin'er!"
Huo Yan's voice was trembling and desperate. He could no longer maintain his calm and composure. The pain in his heart was like a burning fire, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
He rushed to the bathtub frantically, wanting to hug the fragile woman tightly in his arms, but he was afraid that his touch would cause her more harm.
Huo Yan was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe, his hands were shaking, and he called the emergency number.
A moment later, the sound of an ambulance siren broke the silence of the villa.
The air was filled with tension and solemnity.
Huo Yan has always been calm and rational, but at this moment he seemed to have lost his backbone and followed the ambulance closely.
His gaze was fixed on Qiao Qin's pale face. Her eyes, which usually sparkled brightly, were now closed, as if they had fallen into endless darkness.
He gently held her unbandaged hand, feeling the faint warmth from her fingertips, but his heart felt as if pierced by thousands of arrows.
His eyes were slightly red, and a crystal tear quietly slid down his cheek and dripped onto the back of her cold hand.
"Qin'er, wake up... look at me, as long as you wake up, I will agree to everything you say, okay?" Huo Yan's voice was choked with unprecedented pleading and despair.
However, Qiao Qin had fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss. Her world had fallen into silence and she could no longer hear his affectionate call.
The ambulance sped through the night, but Huo Yan's heart seemed to be abandoned in the wilderness, unable to find its way home.
A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and his mind kept recalling every sweet moment they had shared together. He didn't understand how things had turned out like this?
Is it wrong that he just wants to go back to the past and be with Qiao Qin forever?
why?
Why must she leave me?
There was a flash of confusion in Huo Yan's eyes. His chest seemed to be pressed by a huge rock and he couldn't breathe at all. Soon, Qiao Qin was sent to the emergency room. As the door slowly closed, he was also isolated outside.