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He disappeared for several days, and when he reappeared, he was enveloped in a low pressure, his emotions seemed unstable.
It seemed that he hadn't fared well with Qin Hao; he had lost.
At that moment, he was filled with restless emotions, his bloodshot eyes brimming with killing intent.
But he said nothing, grabbing my wrist and pulling me outside.
"Brother, what's wrong? Where are we going?"
He silently held me as we got into the car, remaining quiet.
It wasn't until a car began to chase us from behind that his expression grew increasingly grim.
"Damn it."
He tightened his grip on my hand and shouted at the driver, "Faster, shake them off!"
"Brother, who is chasing us?" I threw out a probing question. "Is it Qin Hao?"
His gaze turned fierce as he glared at me. "No way. I won't let him take you away from me. Jiao Jiao, we're going abroad. I'm taking you away right now."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sudden and jarring crash echoed around us, the violent impact making the world spin before my eyes.
Jiang Wenxuan instinctively shielded me in his arms. "Jiao Jiao, don't be afraid."
He must have been enduring pain; his voice trembled with suppressed emotion.
When everything settled down, I gently pushed him away, and Jiang Wenxuan's blood splattered onto my face.
There was a large gash on his forehead, and he appeared dazed from the collision but still held onto my hand tightly, refusing to let go.
"Jiao Jiao, don't move. I will protect you."
I lowered my gaze at his disheveled appearance, feeling a hint of amusement.
"Jiang Wenxuan, it's been two years, and you haven't made any progress at all."
His face fell instantly. " Feng Jiaojiao, you..."
"The game ended two years ago. You're lucky to be alive, yet you insist on clinging to me. Let me teach you a lesson today."
I pried his fingers apart one by one, watching him descend into despair just like he did two years ago.
Despite having no strength left, with the veins on the back of his hands bulging, he still struggled to open his eyes and reach for me.
But with a single push, I sent him away and smiled cruelly at him. "Jiang Wenxuan, this time, you've lost again."
"Don't, don't go, Feng Jiaojiao, you can't leave..." His voice was hoarse and pitiful as he pleaded, "Don't go."
I pushed open the deformed car door and stepped out without hesitation.
You can't keep me here.
As I jogged away, barely having taken a few steps, a car suddenly stopped in front of me, blocking my path.
A new toy had appeared. Qin Hao opened the car door and pulled me over forcefully.
"What did I tell you, Feng Jiaojiao? You are mine."
A smile played on his lips as he leaned in to take a deep breath at my neck, revealing a satisfied grin.
"Let go of me."
I swatted at his hand, but he only tightened his grip further.
"I've got you now, so don't even think about escaping."
Escape? Of course, I wouldn't escape.
The new game has just begun.
Qin Hao is different from Jiang Wenxuan. Jiang Wenxuan is simply mentally unstable, and during the years I spent by his side, my various guidance and hints only exacerbated his condition, turning him into such a paranoid person.
But Qin Hao is purely obsessive and twisted; just look at how he treats Lin Xingxing.
Yet I'm quite curious—why, when I encountered him with a new face, did he choose Feng Jiaojiao instead of Lin Yueyue?
"Jiao Jiao, you are nothing like your foolish brother. He was soft-hearted towards you, which is why he lost you. But I won't..."
I was completely drained from his torment, yet he seemed full of energy. Looking at a pile of bracelets in front of him, he asked me, "What color do you like, Jiao Jiao?"
Without waiting for my answer, he continued on his own, "How about gold? Your skin is fair; golden bracelets would look the most beautiful on you."
He bit my neck and chuckled softly, "Jiao Jiao, let me trap you for a lifetime."
"Alright, I'll be obedient." I looked at him sweetly and leaned in to wipe the blood off his lips. "But why me? Who do you really want? Do you even know?"
"Am I Feng Jiaojiao or Lin Yueyue?"
Qin Hao stared at me, and suddenly his smile vanished. He frowned as if he had become angry all of a sudden and left without saying a word after putting on his clothes.
However, the next day, he returned with plenty of things.
He smiled gently as he took off my bracelet and had me sit on his lap, feeding me the snacks he brought.
"Here, try this; it's your favorite Salted Egg Yolk Pastry."
I looked at him in confusion. I didn't like Salted Egg Yolk Pastry; where did he get the idea that this was my preference? He insisted on bringing me a bunch of things I disliked.
"I can't eat anymore."
He had forced so many snacks on me that I was about to be sick, yet he showed no signs of stopping.
"Aren't you the one who loves these the most?" He gazed at me seriously, but his eyes seemed distant, as if he were looking through me to someone else.
"But I'm full."
He squinted at me, staring intently, and suddenly fell silent.
I braced myself for another outburst, but instead, he stood up and pulled out a set of clothes. "If you're full, then let's do something else."
The outfit was old; did he want me to wear someone else's clothes?
As I picked it up, he pressed down on my hand. "I'll help you change."
He cherished that dress, taking care to help me put it on himself.
The orange-hued dress and ponytail transformed me into a girl of fifteen or sixteen. He looked at me with a serious and infatuated gaze, finally revealing a hint of a smile.
In that moment, as I met his sincere and longing eyes, I suddenly understood his obsession.
"Jiao Jiao, you never see me; only I remember you." He gently caressed my face as if reminiscing. "It's been ten years. Now I want you to see only me."
"You knew from the beginning that I'm not Lin Yueyue, right?"
Qin Hao smiled. "Why would you ask such a foolish question? What I want is only you, Jiao Jiao. What does Lin Yueyue matter?"
"What about Lin Xingxing? You were with her."
"Are you jealous, babe?" Qin Hao laughed, leaning in to bite my neck.
He seemed to have some obsession with this place, always liking to bite me as if marking his territory.
"She really likes you, even willing to undergo plastic surgery for you."
"So what? I never take them seriously. Jiao Jiao, it's only you."
"What makes me so special?"
"What a cute question." He kissed my cheek, "Do you want to know? Then find the answer yourself, babe."
Seeing that he was in a good mood, I thought for a moment and softly asked him, "Qin Hao, how is my brother doing?"
Sure enough, his expression darkened quickly. "Are you worried about his life or death? Didn't you want to get rid of him?"
"But he's my brother. I just..."
"Just what?" He gritted his teeth, squeezing my wrist painfully.
With red eyes, I couldn't find the words. "Can you not let him die?"
The last thread holding Qin Hao together snapped, and I saw a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.
Sorry, brother, but you might be dying.
When I saw Jiang Wenxuan again, he was still alive but battered and barely clinging to life.
I understood why Qin Hao had brought me here; he wanted me to watch Jiang Wenxuan die and use me as a trophy to provoke him.
"Jiao Jiao, Jiao Jiao."
Jiang Wenxuan lay weakly on the ground, unable to stand. The moment he saw me, his eyes lit up, and he struggled to crawl over.
Qin Hao suddenly hugged me tightly and turned to look at me. "See? I listened to you; I didn't let him die. You can relax now."
Tears filled my eyes, and I remained silent. Qin Hao gripped my arm painfully. "What's wrong? Aren't you happy?"
I choked out a response, "I am happy."
He snorted coldly and, just as Jiang Wenxuan's hand was about to touch me, he stepped down hard on it, crushing it beneath his foot.
Jiang Wenxuan was too weak to make a sound of pain, but his eyes still looked at me as if saying, "Jiao Jiao, come back."
Qin Hao frowned and kicked him over, calling for someone to come and torment Jiang Wenxuan in front of me.
"Jiang Wenxuan, this is a different time; this is the price you pay for messing with me. Aren't you the one who cares about her the most? Let her see how pathetic you are."
Qin Hao knew exactly how to torture someone, and all those methods were applied to Jiang Wenxuan. The more I refused to look, the more he enjoyed it.
"Enough! Stop! Don't torment him anymore!"
I grabbed Qin Hao's hand, crying as I pleaded with him. "He's already like this; please let him go."
Qin Hao just laughed. "Didn't you ask me to keep him alive? He's still alive now."
"But this is worse than death for him."
"Should I kill him then?"
I shook my head through my tears. "No, you can't."
"I really don't like hearing you say things like that."
He laughed sinisterly, suddenly gripping my neck and pinning me against the wall, leaving me unable to utter a single word.
A chill ran down my shoulder; his breath made my neck tingle. Qin Hao was going mad, and I suspected he intended to choke me to death.
This was truly insane. I pushed against him, saying, "No, you can't."
"What do you mean 'can't'? Why not?"
Qin Hao was doing this on purpose. Jiang Wenxuan was right there, watching like a dog as the woman he cherished more than life itself was held by someone else, yet he felt powerless. This was more painful than death itself.
"Please, it hurts so much. Stop it."
The pain in my neck made me cry out, but Qin Hao showed no signs of letting go; his grip tightened to the point where I gasped in agony.
Jiang Wenxuan finally snapped, stumbling to his feet and lunging at Qin Hao.
It all happened in an instant. Qin Hao turned sharply, and Jiang Wenxuan fell straight to the ground.
He was finally gone, his lips moving slightly as he silently uttered "Jiao Jiao," looking directly at me as if waiting for a response.
Unfortunately, he understood that I would never give him one.
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