Chapter 904: Chapter 884: An Unprecedented Gentleness
Nie Yixiao picked up a clean glass, poured a cup of cool boiled water, added a few ice cubes, and fed it to Qiao Yongyong.
Seeing her drink it all in one breath, her discomfort easing slightly, he prepared to put the glass down when she suddenly turned over—
"Bang!" The glass fell to the ground and shattered into pieces!
"Brother Yixiao, I still feel miserable... help me..."
Nie Yixiao’s handsome face tensed.
"Qiao Yongyong, the hospital is just next door. Must you act so reckless to seek a man for your relief?!" His eyes darkened as he grabbed her unruly hand.
Though her mind was foggy with fever, she could vaguely discern the anger in his tone.
This man, in this lifetime, would never love her. The sole person in his heart was always that Miss Chu.
Tonight, under the influence of the medicine, if she gave herself to him, at least it would fulfill her deepest wish.
From now on, she would no longer entangle him.
She deliberately provoked his anger:
"... Yes, I am indeed reckless. Didn’t you say you were single and had needs? I’m right here. Do you dare touch me? I bet you won’t. Haha, you’re just like all the other men, afraid of my brother, afraid of Longding Society, aren’t you..."
While igniting his fury, she continued teasing his untouchable weakness.
Though he knew she was intentionally provoking him, though he usually wasn’t one to be easily goaded, at this moment, an inexplicable fire surged within him.
If he hadn’t arrived in time, she wouldn’t have minded seeking another man, right?
After all, she had so many men; it was nothing to her!
He clenched her wrist tightly, gritting his teeth: "Then have it your way."
With a swift motion, he pinned her down beneath him.
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As dawn approached, Nie Yixiao sat on the sofa, gazing at the girl who had fallen asleep there.
Hours of tempestuous storm, and she had clung to him persistently without pause.
It was easy to imagine how much of the drug those thugs had forced on her.
But the most startling revelation was something else entirely.
His eyes shifted, landing on the seat cushion exposed beneath her.
It was a pale-colored sofa cushion, now stained with patches of blood.
She was, astonishingly, a virgin.
At first, he thought he must have been mistaken. How could it be? She, Qiao Yongyong, how could she still be a virgin?
It wasn’t until everything was over, when he saw the crimson stains beneath her, that he realized—it was true.
Impossible.
Her reputation for being wild and promiscuous was so widely known, with so many suitors and boyfriends—how could it be?
Yet reality forced him to believe it.
He had taken her first time, and in the most unkind, rough way imaginable.
After a long while, he lifted his head, watching the faint morning light spill through the window. Setting aside his complicated emotions for now, he draped his blazer over Qiao Yongyong, then carried her out of the private room.
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When Qiao Yongyong opened her eyes, the sunset was streaming through the curtains outside. It was already evening.
From dawn until now, she had slept most of the day away.
Looking around, it was clearly a bedroom.
Judging by the decor, it was unmistakably a man’s bedroom.
She raised a hand to her forehead, trying to gather her thoughts. Suddenly, she sat up; her body sent a sharp wave of pain through her, causing her to wince: "Hiss—"
That man, beneath his seemingly gentle and refined exterior, truly was a beast.
He had practically torn her apart.
She rubbed her sore and aching waist.
Outside the room, an older woman heard the commotion and came in. Seeing Qiao Yongyong awake, she hurried over: "Miss Qiao, you’re awake. Is there anywhere else you’re feeling unwell?"
"Where is this? Who are you? Why am I here..." Qiao Yongyong frowned. Apart from the embarrassing ache between her legs, she felt much better otherwise.
"This is Mr. Nie’s apartment. I’m the housekeeper here; you can call me Aunt Yue. Mr. Nie brought you back this morning, gave you some injections, and pumped your stomach."
Oh, right. He had trained as a doctor before, so he must have done the stomach pumping himself.
Still, he had actually brought her back to his home...
She had assumed that—even if he didn’t throw her out onto the street—the least he would do would be to send her back to Disheng.
Aunt Yue, seeing her remain silent, quickly added: "Oh, and Mr. Nie called the Huo Family earlier, reporting that he found you and, since you were drunk, brought you to his apartment for the time being."
Qiao Yongyong stared blankly for a while. He had called Jiayi to say she was at his apartment? Did that mean he wasn’t planning to chase her out?
"Miss Qiao, you haven’t eaten all day. Mr. Nie asked me to prepare dinner for you. I’ll go heat it up now."
Qiao Yongyong got out of bed, but as soon as her feet touched the ground, a mild tug of pain hit her again, and she steadied herself by holding her waist.
Aunt Yue hurriedly asked, "Miss Qiao, are you alright?"
She mumbled something, just as the door opened, and a familiar figure stepped into the room: "Aunt Yue, go ahead and heat up the food."
Aunt Yue, seeing Mr. Nie enter, responded, "Yes, Mr. Nie."
Nie Yixiao’s gaze fell on Qiao Yongyong, who was sitting on the bed.
The man standing in the doorway appeared the same as before, yet his eyes seemed to carry something more.
Feeling the weight of his gaze, Qiao Yongyong grew uneasy. Oh no, after clinging to him and sleeping with him last night, was he going to be very angry?
He turned his head slightly and called out toward the door: "Aunt Yue, bring the heated milk here."
Moments later, Aunt Yue brought in the milk and handed it to Nie Yixiao before leaving.
Nie Yixiao walked over and placed the milk next to Qiao Yongyong: "Drink it."
She had never been treated like this by him before, staring at him blankly.
"I induced vomiting for you earlier, which can harm your gastric mucosa. Drinking milk can help protect it." His tone remained calm, but he spoke with a subtle authority.
She picked up the milk and finally drank it.
This was the first cup of milk he had ever brought her—and perhaps the only time in her life he would do so.
It was because they had slept together that he was treating her slightly better, wasn’t it?
Once she finished the milk, she placed the glass aside, endured her discomfort, put on her shoes, and headed toward the door: "I’m fine now. I’ll be leaving."
She had promised herself she wouldn’t bother him again—and she meant to keep her word.
Just as she reached his side, he grabbed her slender arm and pulled her closer to him.
She froze in surprise.
He stared intently at her face. Then, slowly, he raised a finger, tracing the outer curve of her lips, wiping away the faint white trail of milk residue left behind.
She had never experienced such tenderness from him before, and for a moment, Qiao Yongyong wondered if she was still dreaming.
