Contract Marriage: Billionaire and His Deaf Wife
Chapter 225: A Matter of Life and Death (3)

Chapter 225: Chapter 225: A Matter of Life and Death (3)

"Using us, is that it?" Zhong Qiaohui bit her lip, a ruthless glint passing through her eyes, "If she managed to run out and call the police for us, that’d be good. If not—"

"No, that won’t happen—" Xiaoliu inhaled sharply, nervously, "She wouldn’t really just abandon us."

"Hmph. That remains to be seen. If she wasn’t really scared for her life, would she have cared only for her own escape at that moment?" Zhong Qiaohui said, suddenly turning to look at Gu Nuan, "By the way, how did you two come back?"

Compared to Li Changzhi, who had fled on his own, it was beyond doubt, an act of bravery that Gu Nuan and Tang Qingzhong, who were supposed to be safe, had come back to rescue them!

Wa Zicong searched for Gu Nuan’s face in the darkness, a thought involuntarily surfacing in his mind: Had she risked her life to run back into the private room to save him?

Gu Nuan spoke indifferently, "My senior and I merely suspected a trap at the time, and didn’t expect that we’d come back just as those people started getting violent. If we had fled then, we might not have made it. After killing you all, those people would have come after the two of us just the same. By then, we two alone, outnumbered and outpowered, would have stood even less chance of escape."

To hear her tell it, Gu Nuan’s words made it sound as if she and Tang Qingzhong had acted purely out of self-interest.

Xiaoliu blinked her eyelashes, seeming puzzled about what sort of person Gu Nuan was.

Zhong Qiaohui, however, suddenly gave a stifled laugh and said, "No matter what, if it weren’t for you two, we’d be really dead now, especially him—"

Leaning on Xiaoliu, Fu Yubo’s face had already turned as pale as paper, devoid of any color.

As Xiaoliu held his body, his fingers trembled uncontrollably, and he didn’t dare to look at the wounds.

Xiaoliu, scared just like Xiaoliu, covered her own eyes with her hands.

Fu Yubo’s helpless, pleading eyes made everyone think of death’s proximity, feeling an overwhelming sense of pity mingled with a chill of helplessness and pain.

Zhong Qiaohui slammed her fist against the wall next to her, and the young lady cursed, "Damn it!"

Everyone’s cell phones, just like those of Gu Nuan and Tang Qingzhong, had all been taken without anyone noticing.

They didn’t know what they could use to signal for help outside.

Compared to whether they could wait for rescue, the more immediate concern was Fu Yubo, who faced a life-threatening situation and could die before them at any moment.

Just the thought of that almost made Xiaoliu faint directly.

Xiaoliu, terrified, stuffed her hands into her mouth, shaking her head, not daring to cry.

Tang Qingzhong and Zhong Qiaohui were the same, their eyes nearly bulging out, wishing they could feed the person who had stabbed Fu Yubo to the dogs.

Gu Nuan felt her way over from the ground, reaching Fu Yubo’s side.

Wa Zicong watched her movement the entire time.

Then, she suddenly pulled something from her pocket, something about the size of a small packet of tissues. Following this, Gu Nuan abruptly called out, "Who has a lighter? Shine it here."

No cell phones and certainly no flashlights. But men who smoked always carried lighters.

Wa Zicong suddenly thought, could she have known he definitely had a lighter to ask like this? Either way, he quickly found the lighter that hadn’t been stolen from his suit pocket and struck it to life with cupped hands.

The yellow flame that ignited in an instant lit up the injured in the dark.

The people at the scene were shocked once again.

Forget that Fu Yubo’s complexion was already ashen, almost identical to a corpse—it was a sight even more horrific than they had imagined. His wound bled continuously, and his clothes were largely stained blood red, like rivers of blood.