After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me
Chapter 189 - 155: Dinner, More Important Than News_2

Chapter 189: Chapter 155: Dinner, More Important Than News_2

Tang Xi was at a loss for words and sat on the ground in a daze.

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The car sped along the road.

Fu Tingzhou kicked open the door of Qingfeng Garden and walked in. Shiliu came wagging its tail, biting its toy, but Fu Tingzhou paid it no mind. He picked up Tang Xi and walked directly to the bedroom where he threw her onto the bed.

Tang Xi trembled with fear, knowing what she was about to face.

Fu Tingzhou lifted his hand and ripped off his tie, then used it to bind her hands.

The bed was in American style, adorned with wooden patterns and sprayed with white eco-friendly paint.

Her hands were tied to the head of the bed with the tie.

Her clothes were torn, she trembled all over, her body marked by his brand.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain at her collarbone.

Tang Xi gasped sharply.

Tang Xi’s face was pale as she pleaded miserably.

"Fu Tingzhou..."

At this moment, Fu Tingzhou, like a fierce beast set ablaze by rage, lost all control.

Tang Xi’s pleas and cries were ignored by him.

She cried until her throat went hoarse, and it wasn’t until late at night when she was almost passing out that he finally stopped, or more precisely, didn’t really stop. He simply gave her a moment to breathe before resuming even more furious punishment.

The next morning, she barely had the strength to move a finger.

The woman lay on the silvery-grey satin sheets.

Her skin was pale yet sensitive.

Especially at her collarbone, the bite marks that couldn’t be erased, the wounds’ scabs had just set.

In a haze, Tang Xi saw a figure standing by the bed.

She knew it was Fu Tingzhou.

At this moment, she had no strength to speak and could finally close her eyes, taking her pain with her to rest.

Tang Xi fell into a deep sleep.

Fu Tingzhou raised his hand, caressing the woman’s delicate, fair cheeks, his fingertips trembling slightly as they touched her swollen, bloody lips.

His gaze was watery, yet dark, his voice hoarse with a tinge of agony, "Tang Xi, why... why did you betray me."

Fu Tingzhou closed his eyes, standing by the bed for a long while.

He stood like a sculpture wrapped in darkness, cold, alone, his pupils filled with dark mockery.

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The first ray of morning light entered the bedroom.

It fell on the floor, creating scattered light spots.

Fu Tingzhou left Qingfeng Garden.

And Tang Xi slept for a long time.

When she woke up the next day, she had a fever.

She was deliriously hot.

She lay in bed, her whole body aching unbearably, and when she woke up again, she found herself in a hospital. Looking after her was a female bodyguard, around 30 years old, dressed in a black tracksuit, with short ear-length hair, looking quite fit.

She briefly introduced herself, "My name is Nie Xiaoyun, Mr. Fu has instructed me to take care of you from now on. If you need anything, you can call me immediately."

Tang Xi’s throat was hoarse; she raised her hand to touch her neck and realized she couldn’t speak.

Nie Xiaoyun spoke, "The doctor said your throat got inflamed due to the fever, and your pre-existing condition has worsened, so it’s quite severe now. But don’t worry, the doctor said with treatment, it will slowly heal in about half a month."

Tang Xi glanced at the hospital room and then at Nie Xiaoyun.

At this moment, she had recovered a bit and began putting together the events of the past few days. Her throat hurt terribly, and she wanted to find her phone. Nie Xiaoyun came over, took out her own phone, and handed it to her, "Miss Tang, use mine."

Tang Xi instantly understood; her phone had been confiscated.

Of course, Fu Tingzhou wouldn’t let her off that easily.

On Nie Xiaoyun’s phone, she typed, "What about Zhao Qi, the bodyguard who was following me before?"

Nie Xiaoyun’s voice was calm, "He? Mr. Fu sent him to Africa."

Tang Xi slightly lowered her eyes. Was it because of her?

Nie Xiaoyun saw what she was thinking and said, "As bodyguards, we follow Mr. Fu’s instructions. If we didn’t protect you well, it’s our fault. Miss Tang, don’t think too much about it. Zhao Qi going to Africa might also be good for his training. Right now, you should take care of yourself. What would you like to eat? I’ll have someone buy it for you."

Tang Xi wasn’t hungry; she shook her head and lay back on the bed.

Nie Xiaoyun handed her a pen and paper; they could communicate like this until her throat recovered.

But Tang Xi had very few requests.

At noon, a nurse came to give her an IV. Seeing the red marks on her neck and the bluish-purple signs of binding on her wrists, she carefully asked, "Miss, have you been abused at home? Do you need us to call the police?"