When she had decided to kidnap the Almighty, Bo Jiu had predicted that once she made a move, the details would be exposed.
The Almighty would definitely suspect her identity.
No, that wasn't right. The Almighty would definitely suspect her identity.
Because before this, the Almighty had investigated her many times.
The men he had specially sent to follow her and the countless tests all proved that the Almighty had suspected that she was Z.
But in China, she had taken advantage of her rebirth.
But now … How was she going to explain her familiarity with the streets of New York?
Xiao Hei, the smart Lamborghini, and the castle were parked downstairs.
The Almighty would never believe that the Fu family was that rich.
In reality, she couldn't come up with anything.
Anyway, she was already kidnapped.
What was there to be afraid of?
Bo Jiu was decisive. Even though she was pressed against the wall, she didn't seem to have any intention of retreating. Instead, she lifted the corners of her lips, her voice seductive. "Brother Mo, have you already guessed my identity?"
"I'll let you say it yourself." Qin Mo's thin lips were very close to her ears.
He was so close that if Bo Jiu tilted her head, she would be kissed. She had no choice but to maintain her position. She glanced up, her lashes damp. "I'm Z. I'm the Z that you've been chasing."
Qin Mo's fingers paused, as though they had stopped.
Bo Jiu admired the Almighty's rare pause. She reached out and hugged his neck. "Brother Mo, don't even think about escaping. I know how to imprison people."
Qin Mo looked down at the sparkling mole. The back of his hand stiffened. He pushed her away and closed the bathroom door.
Bo Jiu almost fell when Qin Mo pushed her. She stood outside the door, watching the closed wooden door. When she lowered her head, she felt a tinge of loneliness.
Why was there such a huge reaction?
She hated him.
Bo Jiu looked down at her hand. That was true. Who would like a kidnapper?
Besides being a kidnapper, they had been enemies.
Bo Jiu had thought about his reaction when her identity was exposed.
She could guess.
She lifted her eyes and glanced at the door that had been pulled up.
She listened to the rustling sounds inside.
She paused for a moment before taking heavy steps out of the room.
In the bathroom.
Qin Mo closed his eyes, the image of a certain someone clinging onto him. When her thin lips moved slightly, it was as though she was silently inviting him, as alluring as a water demon.
However, it was clear that this was not the right time to do some things.
Gradually, the restless breathing stopped.
Qin Mo grabbed a white scarf and wrapped it around his waist. He wiped his wet hair and came out, only to realize that a certain someone had disappeared again.
Qin Mo's eyes dimmed.
It seemed like his "sugar daddy" didn't have the slightest awareness of tying him up.
Sugar daddies also had their own troubles.
Bo Jiu had never been so worried before. The moment she couldn't think straight, she decided to wash the car.
As a top-notch sports car, Blackie's entire body was filled with rejection.
"Master, put down the bucket of water in your hand. I think we should have a good chat first." The smart navigation system fluctuated.
Bo Jiu held her chin, indicating that she wasn't in the mood to chat.
The navigation system knew its master best. Before the bucket of water splashed on it, it said in advance, "I have a way to deal with the little vixen you like!"
Bo Jiu kept the bucket and stuffed a hand into her pocket, looking carefree. "Tell me, how do you want to deal with him?"
"I just searched the internet. There are many ways but after my computer summarized them, there are basically three steps." The navigation system acted as though it was serious. "Kiss him, hug him, and f * ck him!"
Bo Jiu picked up the bucket again and splashed the water onto the Lamborghini. "Little Blackie, don't read those erotic novels in the future."
"Master, wait, really, wait a little longer." It really didn't want to be washed again. "There's a more tactful method. The first step is to confess!"
Bo Jiu tilted her head and thought for a moment. "That's still reliable."
"The second step, create romance." The navigation system continued to fluctuate.
Bo Jiu arched a brow. "What's the third step?"
"You can lie on the bed and have a heart-to-heart talk. Once the atmosphere is good, you can take another step and use your beauty to take him down."
Bo Jiu patted the Lamborghini. "Not bad."
Little Blackie: … Their master was really tied up by a little vixen. Sigh.
As long as the Almighty didn't ask her to leave, she didn't need to leave at all.
Even if his attitude was a little cold.
But since she was the one who kidnapped him, it would be weird if he was warm.
Bo Jiu lifted her legs and went upstairs.
The moment she opened the door, she heard the deep and melodious voice. "What is it? Sugar Daddy is so free to tease me again? "
Bo Jiu laughed and jumped onto the bed. She looked at Qin Mo, looking carefree.
Qin Mo couldn't predict her actions. She was so close to him that he could hear her breathing.
He leaned against the headboard and she was just beside his hand. If it wasn't for the butler who always walked back and forth by the door.
He would have broken the handcuffs long ago to let her experience the consequences of teasing him.
"Go down." Qin Mo's voice was calm, but he didn't look at her.
Bo Jiu pressed his leg with one hand and smiled. "Brother Mo, why didn't you ask me why I am Z."
"Would you tell the truth if I asked?" Qin Mo tilted his face, not a hint of emotion on his face.
Bo Jiu muttered, "It's a long story. I changed my identity when I woke up and became the young master of the Fu family. I didn't mean to lie to you."
"You mean you became another person?" Qin Mo already knew all this. He was just saying this to make the youngster maintain this position for a longer time.
Bo Jiu glanced up. "I know it's hard to believe but it's the truth. Alright, let's not talk about such an unpleasant topic. Brother Mo, why don't you ask me why I kidnapped you?"
The old butler was guarding the corner of the wall. When he heard his young lord's words, he thought to himself, Why didn't you mention it? It would be weird if they could continue the conversation.
As expected.
Qin Mo's voice became faint. "Why?"
"Because I like you too much." Bo Jiu's eyes lit up, her smile clear. "I can't control myself."
Qin Mo's heart skipped a beat.
She was breaking the rules again.
Through Qin Mo's handsome face, Bo Jiu couldn't tell what he was feeling. She took the opportunity when he was in a daze to tilt her head and kiss his slightly cold lips.
Bo Jiu wanted to leave after the kiss. If she was pushed away, it would be too awkward.
But just as she was about to move back …
She heard a clattering sound.
It was the sound of metal chains sliding.
His wrist was pressed down by someone, and even the kiss became an existence that made him feel hot all over.
She was attacked continuously. It felt as though all the air was sucked away. A numb feeling exploded from the tip of her tongue. Her waist was being hugged.
In between breaths, his breath landed behind her ears. "Do you think I'll allow you to tease me obediently?"
Bo Jiu waited for the strength to gather. She was a little afraid to meet his eyes. She tilted her head. "No."
"But …" Qin Mo hugged the person in his arms, burying his face into her delicate and fair neck. "It depends on my mood."
Bo Jiu's eyes lit up. Was there room for negotiation?
"Firstly, I don't feel comfortable being chained up like this." Qin Mo's tone was calm. "Unlock the lock."
Bo Jiu felt that the Almighty was too cunning. He was obviously using his charm.
She didn't get a response.
Qin Mo opened his mouth again, his voice cold. "You tied me up and threw me here. You can interfere when you want and ignore me when you don't want to. It doesn't make sense if you don't pick the lock. Or do you not believe in your skills and think you can't keep me here? Didn't you drug me? The drug is still in effect, isn't it? "
"I'll unlock the lock." Bo Jiu lifted her head. "But Brother Mo, after I unlock the lock, don't leave. Grandfather Butler can treat your hand. If you really want to leave, I'll let you go after he's treated."
Qin Mo caressed her face with his fingers and said something that couldn't be matched. "Sometimes, you really seem like an idiot."
Bo Jiu was about to retort.
"I promise you." Qin Mo retracted his hand. He looked like a noble young master, pure and abstinent.
Bo Jiu moved her fingers, a key appearing at the tip of her fingers. The next moment, there was a loud clang. The metal chain was unlocked.
Qin Mo leaned against the wall, his long legs half-bent. He twisted his wrist twice, his eyes still as deep as ever.
"I don't have any energy, help me up."
Bo Jiu was even more certain that the Almighty wasn't that dangerous. She reached out to help him.
The old butler frowned. Was it because he had given his young lord too much drug? Was that why his strength hadn't recovered?
The old butler adjusted his spectacles, deciding to take a closer look.
From a certain point of view, Qin Mo was indeed Movie Queen An's son. He leaned on Bo Jiu, his expression calm as though he really didn't have any energy left.
Bo Jiu thought about something and asked, "Were you tired when you showered just now?"
"Mmh," Qin Mo replied.
Bo Jiu added, "Let Grandfather Butler treat Brother Mo's hand first."
Qin Mo remained silent.
Bo Jiu thought about how she was going to look for Little Blackie later to use her beauty trap. In the end, she was the one who fell for it.
Fortunately, from a certain point of view, the Almighty couldn't leave yet.
Bo Jiu didn't forget her main purpose of kidnapping the Almighty. She brought her men over to the old butler.
The old butler was sizing Qin Mo up.
Qin Mo was trying his best to hide his sharpness. His thin lips were still pale, adding to his fragility.
"Young Lord, bring this guest to the basement." The old butler carried the oil lamp, leading the way.
Bo Jiu carried him without hesitation. She couldn't see the faint smile on Qin Mo's face when he lowered his lids.
As for why Qin Mo did that …
It was simple.
Firstly, he enjoyed the feeling of being held in her hands.
Secondly, he wanted to understand her.
Obviously, he could only do that by staying here.
There was one more point, which was also very important.
She had never completely let her guard down against him. Hence, she didn't believe that he wouldn't leave even if she unlocked the door for him.
There was a click.
The old butler turned on the light.
That was when they realized that there was a complete set of surgical equipment in the basement. There were even various instruments and human organs soaked in containers.
"Please." The old butler's solemn expression was indeed frightening.
Young Master Qin was probably the only one who could remain calm in front of him.
Qin Mo arched a brow, his words directed at Bo Jiu. "How am I supposed to believe that you aren't going to dissect me, you are going to treat my hand."
"There's no point in studying you." The old butler's voice was calm. "Young Master Qin, you are a friend that Young Lord brought over. Trusting the owner of this castle is the only thing you can do now."
Qin Mo retracted his gaze. "What if I don't cooperate?"
The old butler kept his watch. "I'm not willing to treat you either."
Bo Jiu watched as the two of them started arguing. She glanced at Qin Mo's side profile, remembering the Almighty's memory loss. Suddenly, she asked, "Brother Mo, are you afraid of lying on the bed like this?"
Qin Mo's fingers stilled. He tilted his head. "What a joke, why would I be afraid?"
She had to learn to think in reverse when interacting with the Almighty.
If he said he wasn't afraid, he was definitely afraid.
Bo Jiu reached out to hold Qin Mo's hand. "Brother Mo, I'll watch over you. Besides, my castle is very safe, no one will come."
Qin Mo's gaze swept past the youngster's face. "If you dare to take a step away …"
"Throw me out of the window," Bo Jiu replied.
Qin Mo seemed to be smiling.
Bo Jiu wasn't sure since the lighting was a little dim.
"Alright."
Bo Jiu glanced up at the old butler.
Bo Jiu glanced up towards the old man. "Grandfather Butler."
The old butler harrumphed, starting to prepare the tools. As he moved his hands, he asked, "Has the injured hand been operated on before?"
"Yes." Qin Mo was extremely polite.
The old butler stretched out his hand and pressed his wrist that was wrapped in a white bandage.
In an instant.
A thin layer of sweat formed on Qin Mo's forehead.
The old butler's eyes sunk. It was more serious than he had expected.
Bo Jiu observed the old man's expression, her heart sinking.
In the end, the old butler didn't want to see his young lord disappointed. He fiddled with the surgical light. "Even though the injury is serious and he didn't recuperate enough, it isn't completely incurable. Lie down, I'll administer the anesthesia."
Qin Mo did as he was told. He laid on the operating table, still wearing the white shirt from before. He looked like a noble, even his posture was elegant.
However, the old butler met with a problem the moment he started the operation.
He had used a lot of anesthesia and sleeping ingredients in the needle. But the person lying on the bed didn't seem to have any intention of falling asleep.
The old butler narrowed his eyes, a sharp glint flashing past his eyes.
The next moment, he stopped what he was doing. "Apologies, Mr Qin, I have something to discuss with Young Lord alone."
The old butler didn't give Qin Mo a chance to reject. He reached out and pulled Bo Jiu to the side. His voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear him. "Young Lord, do you think the effects of the anesthesia haven't worn off?"
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