Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 357: I’m a living person, not your toy!

Chapter 357: Chapter 357: I’m a living person, not your toy!

As her words fell, Zhou Ziqiao’s mind suddenly exploded like a bomb had gone off.

She remained petrified, her blood seemingly frozen in her veins, until she managed to react and turned to run towards the exit.

Upon seeing this, Mother Zhou hurriedly chased after her, grabbing her arm, "Qiaoqiao, you shouldn’t run in your condition. Wait, I’ll have your father come back to pick you up."

She quickly called Father Zhou to explain the situation, and soon, the patrol car returned.

Since there were seats available, both Mother Zhou and Zhou Ziqiao got into the car.

The short distance of one kilometer, a matter of dozens of seconds, felt like agonizing years to Zhou Ziqiao.

The patrol car stopped in front of the elaborately carved gate, the security office had already opened the gate, and Zhou Ziqiao got out of the car first.

She saw Mu Shaoze lying face down on the ground, his hand covered in blood.

She had never dreamed that Mu Shaoze could do such a thing. Her vision darkened as she walked forward and slowly squatted down.

She turned over the man’s wrist; it was unharmed, with no sign of any cuts, just some blood on the back of his hand that looked frightening.

Realizing she had been deceived, she tried to shake off his hand but was tightly held in return by the distinct knuckles of the man’s fingers.

"Mu Shaoze, you’ve gone too far!"

Mu Shaoze looked up at her with a pale face, his lips also peeling from the high fever.

"Ziqiao, all I wanted was to see you. Because I couldn’t get through the gate, don’t be mad," said Mu Shaoze as he struggled to his feet, gazing at her intently.

Bloodshot with emotion, tears began to well up in Zhou Ziqiao’s eyes, spilling over her cheeks as she pressed her lips tightly together, her nostrils trembling slightly.

"Mu Shaoze, don’t come looking for me again, even if you’re dead, I won’t look at you again."

Mu Shaoze hugged her tightly, "Ziqiao, I’ve really missed you. Give me a chance to take good care of you and our child. You were anxious about me just now; you still care about me."

"Mu Shaoze, you always act so self-righteous in front of me. You think you can manipulate my emotions easily. Why should I dance to your tune? I’m a living person, not your toy!"

"Ziqiao, I really made a mistake. I won’t do things you dislike in the future."

"Okay then," said Zhou Ziqiao coldly, "I don’t like seeing you."

Mu Shaoze was reluctant to let go but worried that his persistence might upset her and affect their child, so he slowly released her.

He watched as she angrily turned and walked towards the door.

Father Zhou and Mother Zhou also had quite the scare.

Father Zhou pointed at Mu Shaoze, "You little bastard, if you pull a stunt like this again and frighten our Qiaoqiao, I’ll beat you to death."

Mother Zhou was also very angered, "You know she’s pregnant, and you still scare her. With the way you are, we would never entrust Qiaoqiao to you!"

Zhou Ziqiao got into the car, "Dad, Mom, get in."

Father Zhou and Mother Zhou followed, and the bodyguard took his seat at the wheel.

Zhou Ziqiao said, "Mu Shaoze, if you ever think about suicide again, please do it somewhere where nobody is around, and there’s no need to notify anyone. I came here not out of concern for you, but because I didn’t want you dying at the doorstep of my home; it’s unluckily ominous."

Father Zhou grunted and instructed the bodyguard to drive away.

The ornately carved gate closed automatically.

Through the iron bars, Mu Shaoze watched as the figure of Zhou Ziqiao grew smaller and blurrier.

He wiped his fingers across his eyes, finding them damp.

The pain in his heart was intense, and a metallic sweetness lingered in his throat. So this was the feeling of heartache.

He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes reddening as he looked straight ahead.

After a while, he took a deep breath and slowly let go, silently boarding the car.

His phone buzzed insistently. It was Fu Shiyan.

His displeasure apparent, he hung up directly.

That guy was definitely calling to mock him.

But the calls kept coming, and he answered, his tone unfriendly, "What, do you want to laugh at my misfortune?"

At that moment, Fu Shiyan was preparing a fruit platter for An Yan. He chuckled, "Actually, I’m not calling to make fun of you, but since you say so, I could oblige with a laugh or two."

That guy is really something!

Mu Shaoze bit his back teeth, "If you have something to say, then say it. If not, then hang up!"

"Why such hostility?" Fu Shiyan placed the phone on a stand and methodically donned a pair of disposable gloves to start slicing a mango, carefully cutting thick chunks of mango flesh, "Tell me, how do you woo your wife?"

Mu Shaoze licked his chapped, bloodied lips and recounted everything that had happened since he had arrived from C country.

After a long silence, Mu Shaoze frowned, "Are you going to say something or not?"

Fu Shiyan cleared his throat, "Actually, I’ve played dead before."

Mu Shaoze: "... Then what? Go on! Why are you breaking a good fart into pieces?"

Fu Shiyan finished cutting the mango and reached for a pineapple, "And then Yanyan and I made up."

Mu Shaoze managed to utter a few words between his teeth, "Old Dog Fu, I didn’t call to eat your dog food!"

Fu Shiyan laughed, "My situation is fundamentally different from yours. Yanyan and I have always been in love; we just had misunderstanding, which was resolved by talking. Your situation with Zhou Ziqiao is different. She liked you, you hurt her. You fell for her, she had lost all hope. So when you engage in self-harm, she feels as though she’s still being led by the nose by you. What you need to change is your attitude in admitting your wrongs, not attempting to gain her pity or sympathy by hurting yourself, but to truly care for her. Zhou Ziqiao is pregnant now, and pregnant women experience significant emotional fluctuations and can easily suffer from prenatal depression. During this time, they need stability and companionship. What did you do when you first pursued First Love?"

Mu Shaoze hissed, "Why bring her up? That was eons ago!"

Noticing Mu Shaoze’s displeasure, Fu Shiyan clarified, "Just wondering how you pursue someone."

Mu Shaoze thought for a moment, "Back in school, I’d get her a meal, buy her milk tea, occasionally ask her out to a movie, and she wouldn’t go. She just left me hanging."

"That’s it?"

"Yeah, what else?"

"No wonder your First Love dumped you."

Mu Shaoze: "... Old Dog Fu, are you here to give me advice or to ridicule me?"

"It’s called tailoring the remedy to the situation," said Fu Shiyan, peeling a few lychees. "Zhou Ziqiao will have some check-ups during her pregnancy, needs to supplement her nutrition, and there are many items needed during pregnancy. Start with these three things. My fruit platter is ready, I’m going to give it to Yanyan. Tonight, it’s just the two of us."

Mu Shaoze watched the dark screen, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

This guy called to give advice as a secondary matter; the main point was to flaunt his own contentment!