Chapter 227
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That face was exactly the same as Er Dai's, but Shao Qing would never mistake it for someone else. Fu Jingmo …
The coldness in Shao Qing's eyes exploded like a blizzard. She kicked Fu Jingmo, who was about to speak, out of the room. "Get lost!"
Even so, she was merciful because Fu Jingmo was Er Dai's older brother. If it were someone else, they would have been torn apart by now.
Fu Jingmo's entire body hit the door frame and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He was a little weak and there was a hint of sadness on his face. "Why? Why can he do it but I can't? How am I inferior to him? "
"Get lost!" At that moment, the corners of Shao Qing's eyes turned red. She flung her sleeves and shut Fu Jingmo out of the room. She was afraid that if she looked at Fu Jingmo again, she would not be able to control herself and kill him.
Because of Dumbo, Shao Qing endured it, even if the grief and indignation in her heart was like lava, gushing out and burning her internal organs to the point of pain.
What kind of person did Fu Jingmo take her for? A slut? Or a prostitute?
Shao Qing's emotions were fluctuating so violently that the objects near her had cracks all over them due to the force released from her body.
Even the door was the same. Fu Jingmo sat outside the door expressionlessly. After a while, he lowered his head. His eyes were dark and unreadable. After a long time, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and left.
Fu Jingmo would often recall the time when he was very young. His mother would hold his hand as they walked into the luxurious house. Fu Jingshen would stand at the top of the stairs, his gaze cold and gloomy. His mother would stroke his head and ask him to call him brother. Then, Fu Jingshen would throw a toy car down and hit him on the head.
Fu Jingmo was jealous. What right did Fu Jingshen have to have everything he wanted? Why was it that he could only be an illegitimate child who couldn't see the light of day, standing behind the scenes and watching how Fu Jingshen didn't cherish what he had?
Those things that Fu Jingshen did not want were things that he could not get.
This was true in the past, and it was true now. Even if Fu Jingshen had become a monster, a fool, and a fool, he was still able to easily obtain what he wanted but couldn't.
What Fu Jingshen got, he could not get even if he was shameless …
…
Shao Qing sat in the room for a long time before she slowly calmed down. After calming down, the first thing she did was to take all the pillows and blankets out of the bed and burn them all.
The flame was a warm orange, and soon the pile of things was burned to ashes. Shao Qing took out a few new quilts and laid them out, then went to the bathroom.
The moment she thought about how Fu Jingmo had bathed in this bathroom, she felt uncomfortable all over. She scrubbed the entire bathroom and soaked in the bathtub for the entire afternoon. After scrubbing off a layer of her skin, she walked out as if nothing had happened.
When Shao Qing went out, Fu Jingmo was sitting by the table. His gentle gaze carried a hint of sadness. He said softly, "I cooked some porridge …"
Shao Qing acted as if she didn't see him and walked out without stopping. When she passed by Fu Jingmo, she clenched her fists, afraid that she wouldn't be able to control herself and would attack Fu Jingmo.
Shao Qing originally wanted to go out and continue scouting to see if she could gather more information, but she was in a bad mood. Sometimes, as she walked, she would think of the sticky feeling when Fu Jingshen kissed her toes. Then, she would have the urge to vomit.
More than that, she had the urge to kill someone.
However, Shao Qing did not want to look at Fu Jingmo anymore. Thus, she walked outside until it was almost dark before she went back. When she went back, Gu Panpan and the rest had already returned and bought some things.
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