Chapter 1385 - 1382: Afraid Qiao Muyun Will Hit Him Again

Chapter 1385: Chapter 1382: Afraid Qiao Muyun Will Hit Him Again

Qiao Muyun paused for a moment, and when the nurse left, he suddenly crushed the entire pack of cigarettes, then raised his eyes, throwing the ink-green flames angrily toward the opposite target.

"Clang!" A soft sound as he raised his hand, skillfully catching the object thrown at him. Qiao Junlie picked up the crushed pack of cigarettes, looked at it, his eyes full of anguish and anger. It was an indescribable feeling, stuck in his throat, like suffocating, so uncomfortable he wished he could just die.

Meanwhile, a woman in a light purple professional outfit hurried over.

"Qiao Junlie!" Zhou Yanhong called softly. Then she walked to his side.

Qiao Junlie glanced at her sideways, without speaking, his face solemn and gloomy. Afterward, he slowly walked to the opposite side, standing three steps away; not out of fear that Qiao Muyun might hit him again, but because he needed to know some things.

The blue eyes emitted a pained brilliance. Still staring directly at Qiao Muyun.

"What the hell happened? Did you call the police?" Qiao Junlie’s deep voice. His heart ached, but it was too late for regret. He still remembered what he instructed her when he left this morning—to not go to the studio and to rest at home peacefully. But, but... why... why... would such a thing happen in just one day, with the world suddenly turning upside down! If he had known this would happen, he would rather lock her by his side 24/7, keeping danger away from her, and face all the calamities himself as punishment!

Qiao Muyun, leaning against the wall, his eyes lowered in grief, suddenly raised his head. The ink-green eyes were filled with rage. Suddenly, a shadow flashed through his mind like a bolt of lightning. He remembered an incident—the woman he ran into in the elevator on the same floor just now...

Moreover, he had run into this same woman twice before, the last time being at the university apartment—Qiao Junlie’s birthday party.

The ink-green icy eyes became sharp, carrying thorns and spikes, cutting through like sodium carbonate, unstoppable!

If he had been guessing who could be so cruel, thinking it might be related to Qiao Junlie! If he had that sliver of doubt, that tiny thought of defending him? But now, he had found all the evidence; this matter is two hundred percent linked to Qiao Junlie!

...

The air fell silent, frighteningly quiet, containing the smell of disinfectant, like needles stabbing into their hearts. The blood in their hearts dripped silently downward.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock...

Heartache, broken, tangled, immersed... all of this, who will repay, who will return peace, a quiet place to her...

Qiao Muyun stared at Qiao Junlie without speaking, his eyes calm, his heart heavier.

Slowly, for quite a while.

"That woman resembles Zi Ruoxi by seventy or eighty percent. Who is she?" Qiao Muyun stated calmly. Every word was said with utmost clarity. Extremely piercing.

Qiao Junlie was taken aback upon hearing it. He didn’t answer, but his expression immediately tightened. Not answering was worse than answering.

Qiao Muyun, seeing his instant reaction, suddenly understood everything, gritting his teeth fiercely, grinding sounds echoing from his jaws. Indeed!

With a few steps, he rushed forward and grabbed his tie, choking it tightly.

"Speak—who is she—" Qiao Muyun roared in anger. Trembling with fury, unable to bear it, he swung a fist, hitting his abdomen with force.

The woman beside them couldn’t stop it in time, probably frightened. Never expected that Qiao Muyun would be this mad, daring to hit Qiao Junlie?!

When she finally went to pull them apart, Qiao Junlie was already beaten to the point of vomiting blood, cold sweat pouring from his forehead. Yet he didn’t retaliate at all, letting the other party vent his anger and frustration...

"Qiao Muyun, stop it! He’s your brother, please stop it! Stop it!" Zhou Yanhong shouted disregarding her image, desperately trying to pull Qiao Muyun’s arm, but how could she match his strength? Annoyed, Qiao Muyun swung his hand and flipped her over onto the ground.

"Stop, stop, someone will get killed doing this!" Zhou Yanhong cried out in terror, tears falling, kneeling on the ground, clutching Qiao Muyun’s legs desperately begging, "No matter what he is your brother, Qiao Muyun, please, I beg you, stop." While tearfully looking at Qiao Junlie, "Qiao Junlie, fight back, why don’t you fight back, show some spirit, will you... Qiao Junlie... Qiao Junlie..."

Qiao Muyun couldn’t care less about her, the anger didn’t cease, the icy eyes emitting ruthless gleams, like sharp blades, fast as lightning, fists continued feeding into his abdomen, accompanied by violent shouts, "Bastard!"

"Bastard! I left her in your care, is this how you look after her—"

"What right do you have to be my brother, what right do you have to possess her—"

"Why aren’t you the one lying there, what the hell kind of man are you—"

"How many wrongs have you done to her? You despicable failure—"

"Today I shall beat you to death, to seek justice for Zi Ruoxi—"

Every word, every sentence, every punch like stabbing his heart, blood already pouring from his mouth, yet he didn’t even furrow his brows, not even a grunt.

Until four or five tall hospital security personnel rushed over to separate them. Gripping Qiao Muyun’s fist tightly, Qiao Muyun saw his hands restrained, even tried to kick, but luckily didn’t hit Qiao Junlie due to the distance. Several uniformed security staff simply lifted him up, preparing to forcibly drag him out of the hospital.

Then, the blue eyes flickered, trembling with pain.

"Let him go!" A gentle utterance.

The group of security personnel paused, probably not reacting instantly. But still held Qiao Muyun tightly without releasing him, afraid even a moment’s distraction would let him slip away.

"Let him go—" This time, it turned into a frantic shout. The deep blue sorrowful eyes intensified in color, a flame fiercely rising up. Qiao Junlie wiped his mouth with the back of his hand to clean the bloodstains.

His eyes swept sideways. He quickly walked to the group of people. They were confused. Not knowing what he had come over for. But before they could think more clearly.

"Boom!" "Boom!" Resolute punches swung out, hitting the arms of the two restraining Qiao Muyun, one man received a punch to the face. The two were stunned and released their grip, instinctively covering their faces, somewhat incredulous at this man in front of them. They clearly came to help him, why were they instead punched? What kind of logic is this!

"Get out—" A word, extremely weighty, tone extremely nasty. It was evident that Qiao Junlie was extremely explosive.

The security guards looked at each other in dismay, not daring to intercept him anymore, nor daring to restrain Qiao Muyun further. These two men, sometimes fighting, sometimes acting harmoniously, like maniacs. Two plagues!