CEO’s Contract Sweet Wife

Mu Qianqian had only run a few steps when her shoulder was grabbed by a big hand. The strong hand strength made her cry out in surprise, and then her entire body was pulled towards her familiar chest. The tip of her nose was the man's biting cold breath, but Mu Qianqian could no longer smell the man's gentleness and consideration, only coldness and coldness.    

    

"Where are you going? Do you want to run? Can you escape? "    

    

"Rong Heting, don't be like this, you … "You …"    

    

Mu Qianqian was so scared that she was at a loss for words. She didn't know how to explain it. Rong Heting's face was so dark that it looked like ink was about to fall out. It looked too scary, but she had nowhere to run to.    

    

"You're hurting me! Let go, it hurts!"    

    

Due to Rong Heting's hand force, fine beads of sweat flowed down Mu Qianqian's forehead. It seemed as if her bones were about to be crushed by Rong Heting. She had no idea how she offended him again.    

    

"Eldest Young Master …"    

    

Seeing Mu Qianqian's painful cry, Rong Sheng was scared stiff by Rong Heting's sharp gaze the moment he said what he wanted to say.    

    

Who would dare to rashly anger the Young Master? Since we have always done the wrong thing, the Young Master wouldn't have much of an emotional change. However, the punishment will definitely be several times stricter than what you imagine, and the more you plead, the more punishment will be doubled.    

    

Rong Heting looked at Rong Sheng and slightly narrowed his eyes. His face, which was the same age as Mu Qianqian, hurt Rong Heting's nerves.    

    

Did Lil Thing dislike him long ago? Since he was older than her by ten years, Rong Sheng should have a common tongue with him.    

    

For some unknown reason, Rong Sheng saw killing intent in Rong Heting's eyes and did not dare to say another word, much less look at Mu Qianqian. It was only then that he realized Qianqian was not an ordinary girl. She was the eldest young master's woman.    

    

Feeling the hand on her shoulder pull back a little, Mu Qianqian pushed the man who was hugging her away, trying to get him to let go of her. But she couldn't get him to respond for a long time.    

    

Just when Mu Qianqian wanted to turn back and ask Rong Sheng for help, Rong Heting directly pushed Mu Qianqian's head against his chest. He didn't give her any chance to talk to Rong Sheng and brought her to the direction of the mansion.    

    

Mu Qianqian was almost thrown into the villa. Due to the strength of the man, Mu Qianqian could not stand still and was thrown into the hall.    

    

As Ting Ye was checking on everyone's work from upstairs, she happened to see this scene as she was walking downstairs.    

    

Before Ting Ye could help Mu Qianqian up, Maid Lee walked in anxiously with a newspaper in her hand.    

    

When Maid Lee saw Rong Heting, who was sitting on the sofa, she jumped in shock and quickly hid the newspaper behind her back.    

    

Ting Lan noticed Maid Lee's actions, and Rong Heting also saw it clearly. Only Mu Qianqian lowered her head, trying her best to hold back her tears. She didn't know how she offended Rong Heting again.    

    

At that moment, a man in a black uniform came in with a courier.    

    

"Eldest Young Master, a little boy appeared at the door just now and delivered the items to the guard. He then left and said that it was for Miss Qianqian."    

    

Originally, he wanted to give the item to Mu Qianqian directly, but as soon as he entered, he found Mu Qianqian sitting on the floor while Rong Heting was sitting in the main seat with a sullen face. He immediately noticed that the atmosphere was not right, so he could only report what happened by standing at the door.    

    

Mu Qianqian subconsciously stretched out her hand to receive the courier from the guard captain, but before she touched it, Rong Heting's cold voice interrupted her action of handing it over to the guard captain.    

    

"Bring it here."    

    

"That's my …"    

    

Before Mu Qianqian finished her sentence, she was already stumped by Rong Heting's gloomy gaze. Obviously, he didn't say anything as he was looking at her, but Mu Qianqian felt an oppressing pressure.    

    

Under his gaze, the guard team sensibly waved the object that they wanted to hand to Mu Qianqian once in a circle in front of her, then changed directions and handed it over to Rong Heting.    

    

After Rong Heting received the delivery, the guard captain turned around and walked out without waiting for Rong Heting to open the door. He didn't dare to stay in the mansion for too long.    

    

He could tell that the eldest young master had been angry ever since he came back, and it was better for him to leave as soon as possible since he didn't want to be in trouble.    

    

Ting Lan stood on the stairs and looked at Rong Heting's sullen face. Under Mu Qianqian's gaze, she opened the delivery bag. When the photos were taken out, Ting Lan's heart tightened.    

    

Who would deliver photos for no reason at all? Just by thinking about it, one could guess that it was definitely not something good.    

    

Under everyone's gaze, Mu Qianqian watched Rong Heting check through the photos one by one curiously. After Rong Heting finished reading, she returned it to him. After all, it was something that belonged to her.    

    

However, as Mu Qianqian saw the haze in Rong Heting's eyes get darker, the unease in her heart also increased.    

    

Even though Rong Heting's expression could no longer be seen, Mu Qianqian could feel a bloodthirsty killing intent permeating the entire hall.    

    

Just when Ting Lan walked down the stairs and wanted to get close to Maid Lee to read the newspaper behind her, Rong Heting suddenly looked at Mu Qianqian with his eyes fixed on the photo. His dark red eyes seemed to stare at a hole in Mu Qianqian's face.    

    

Afterwards, he flung the dozens of photos in his hands onto Mu Qianqian's face. A few sharp edges scratched a few streaks of blood on Mu Qianqian's tender skin. The photos were like fallen leaves that were scattered on the ground in disarray.    

    

Mu Qianqian was hit so hard that she turned her head to the side. The stinging pain on her face momentarily numbed her nerves. She had no idea what had happened.    

    

When her finger slowly touched the face that had gradually regained its senses, when the dark red droplets of blood on her fingertip appeared in her line of sight, she only then turned her head in a daze.    

    

Mu Qianqian didn't look at the expression of the man on the sofa, instead, she looked at the photos that hurt her.    

    

As the picture of Gao Qing entered her eyes, Mu Qianqian's numbed nerves were like broken strings. She was so shocked that not even the slightest sound came out of her throat.    

    

Mu Qianqian's eyes widened in disbelief. She even crawled on her knees to pick up all the photos scattered on the ground and looked at them. When she was sure that the person in the pictures was her, she looked up nervously at the man sitting on the sofa, wishing he could kill her.    

    

Every picture on the ground was terrible, including her nude photos, the photos of her in her underwear, and her and Ye Feng's overlapping bodies. The only two photos that she and Ye Feng ate alone or she was carried by Ye Feng to a five-star hotel.    

    

All the pictures were inserted and the scene of her meeting with Ye Feng was completely recorded. Even the process was extremely chaotic.    

    

Without a doubt, her exposed skin and slightly red cheeks didn't show her indiscretion. The angle very well displayed her expression of enjoyment.