Fated to My Billionaire Husband
Chapter 1374: Hit me...

Chapter 1374: Chapter 1374: Hit me...

Lele, what should I do? He’s going to torment me again, but you can’t save me...

"Woof woof—" Lele seemed to understand, sensing her sorrow; it barked, trying to comfort her.

Immediately, Mo Lan released it and opened the door to the bedroom, chasing it out.

It was fine for her to be injured alone; she couldn’t drag Lele down with her.

Lele, locked out, scratched at the door with its paws and barked loudly; any servant who came to lead it away was fiercely scared off by it.

...

Fifteen minutes later, Qi Ruigang had finished his shower.

To Mo Lan, those minutes felt as long as a century.

The man emerged wrapped in a black bathrobe; he was tall, robust, and his rough appearance was frightening.

With the black bathrobe, he seemed even more terrifyingly cold.

"Would you like something to eat? I’ll go make it for you," Mo Lan asked him calmly, her voice still gentle.

Qi Ruigang lazily approached her, his strong hand grabbing her wrist and pulling her into his embrace.

"It’s been a long time since I’ve touched you, and indeed, I’m hungry. Come on, feed me!"

He suddenly carried her horizontally and then roughly threw her onto the bed—

Mo Lan, dizzy, propped up her body and screamed in fear, "Hit me, please don’t touch me! I beg you, hit me..."

Qi Ruigang forcefully pinched her chin and gave a sinister smile, "Would you rather I hit you than touch you?"

Mo Lan’s eyes widened with fear, and she nodded frantically.

Yes, she would rather he hit her than touch her.

He was a perverted man; once he had touched her, and that time nearly cost her life, she had lain in the hospital for a full three months.

And then it took another half a year to fully recover her body.

That one experience made her see him as a terrifying beast; she would tremble at the sight of him.

She really would rather he hit her than touch her.

Qi Ruigang cruelly smiled, "Lanlan, you always keep me from touching you, are you remaining chaste for Qi Ruisen?"

"It’s not about him; you know I can’t bear you!" Mo Lan gasped for air as she argued, her face pale, looking as if she could faint at any moment.

"Still defending him, huh? He defended you, sacrificing a lot to prevent me from killing you. And for him, you’d rather I hit you than let me touch you..."

Qi Ruigang’s expression suddenly changed, becoming ferociously terrifying, "You are my wife, yet your heart longs for that bastard! You lowly woman, I’d feel filthy just touching you!"

With that, he turned and took a whip off the wall, swinging it through the air with a sharp crack.

"Strip—" he stared at Mo Lan with a sinister glare, fierce like a wild beast.

Mo Lan bit her lip tightly; without resisting, she trembled as she slipped off her dress...

Her clothes fell to the ground, revealing her fair skin.

There were still a few faint whip marks on her body, left from a month ago. Because the wounds were too deep, they had yet to heal completely.

Qi Ruigang stared at her back, smiling bloodthirstily.

"Crack—" Suddenly, he raised the whip and lashed it fiercely across her back.

"Ahhh—" Mo Lan let out a scream of agony, a bloody mark promptly appearing on her pale back.

"Crack—" Another whip struck, along with Mo Lan’s cries.

Qi Ruigang was skilled with the whip, each strike tormenting Mo Lan to her limits, yet leaving no scars on her body.