Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1209 - 1187: Let Your Husband Take a Look

The middle-aged man’s tone was calm, as if he were telling someone else’s story. Tranquil and composed.

After a pause, a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"The little baby girl looks almost identical to her mother. From the first moment he saw her, the young master transferred all his feelings for her mother to her, deciding to protect her for life."

Qiao Yongyong was lost in thought for a long time, unaware of the cold sweat soaking her back.

There’s no need to ask who the mafia gang’s young master and the imprisoned girl are in this story; it’s obvious.

She incredulously gazed at Qiao Zonghan beyond the glass window.

So familiar, yet so foreign.

The brother who accompanied her growing up and cherished her like a gem, was actually her biological father.

As a child, she naively asked why other people’s brothers were only a few years or a dozen years older than their sisters, while her brother was so much older, almost old enough to be her father.

Qiao Zonghan would always smile gently and say it was because she came into their parents’ lives much later, and her brother was much older, which allowed him to spoil his sister better. Being both a brother and a father, how wonderful it was.

She foolishly believed it. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Yet, she never thought this man was truly not her brother, but rather her father.

In elementary school, the teacher taught an idiom in Chinese class, "Elder brother like father."

She didn’t expect her brother was actually her father.

It was as if it were someone else’s story, yet it was happening to her.

The man who forced her biological mother to conceive and give birth to her, the man she hated and found repulsive, turned out to be the one who accompanied her as she grew, loved her and protected her.

She didn’t know what to say, unable to fully accept it for the moment.

It wasn’t until the voice of the prison guard reminding her that time was up that Qiao Zonghan stood up: "Yongyong, live well. This time I was arrested by my own choice, it had nothing to do with Young Master Nie."

She stared wide-eyed at Qiao Zonghan.

Qiao Zonghan held the microphone, looked deeply at her, and his thin lips slightly curved: "I contacted Young Master Nie proactively, had him use you to lead me out so that the police could capture me on the spot, this way you can be free. I’m sorry, Yongyong, this is a bit of my selfishness, I didn’t want to surrender, so I chose to be caught."

Her breath caught.

Surrender and getting caught are fundamentally different.

The man in front of her has the pride of being a gang leader, in this lifetime he would never submit to the police, he wouldn’t ever surrender.

Yet ultimately, for her sake, he willingly let the police catch him.

...

Time is up.

The prison guard escorted Qiao Zonghan inside.

Qiao Yongyong’s eyes filled with bitter liquid as if losing their gates, surging outward, wanting to call out to him but uncertain what to say, finally, before the silhouette disappeared, tears streamed out.

Disquieted, she walked out the door; the sky was no longer bright.

...

In the glow of dusk, a tall figure leaned quietly against a car, waiting for her to emerge.

Qiao Yongyong dazedly looked at the man in front of her, still not fully recovered from visiting the jail.

Seeing her expression soften towards him, he knew immediately that Qiao Zonghan had told her everything.

A trace of suppressed heartache flickered in his eyes as he walked over slowly, his voice low: "I’ll take you home."

Then he gently pulled her into his arms, only to hear her hiss, her small face showing an expression of enduring pain.

His expression changed, realizing her body hadn’t healed yet, he quickly released her, afraid of hurting her further.

But she clutched tightly at his narrow waist, buried her head in his chest: "Don’t let go, don’t let go."

His eyes darkened, he picked her up sideways and got into the car.

The guard drove towards a hotel in the city.

...

As soon as they got in the car, Nie Yixiao ordered the guard to lower the partition between the driver’s seat and the backseat.

The backseat became a safe and enclosed world.

He wore a solemn face and gently removed her clothes; as the clothes fell away, her pale skin showed clusters of bruises and blood marks that had not yet healed.

These days while she was in hospital, she was still mad at him and wouldn’t even glance at him or let him near, so he hadn’t seen her injuries.

Now that he looked closely, he realized how shocking they were.

She felt a bit shy and didn’t want him to see her in this bad shape, raising her arms to cover her chest, almost in tears: "... Don’t look. There’s nothing to see."

He understood deeply what kind of physical and mental torment she had endured during this time, some of which he had personally inflicted.

He never imagined in his lifetime he would treat her with the cruel severity meant for criminals.

But if he hadn’t been ruthless, he wouldn’t have gained the trust of the Mexican police.

As a foreigner, he couldn’t stay to participate in this case that belonged to Mexico, he might not even be able to see her or know her situation, let alone protect her while she was locked in the cell and save her.

Rather than watching others treat her cruelly, he chose to be the one to act harshly.

At this moment, his heart was as if spiraling around, still gritting his teeth with suppressed emotion, he seized her wrist: "Let your husband take a look."

His deep voice always made her unable to resist, ultimately, she complied and lowered her arms, letting him inspect her slowly.

"Does it hurt?" His long clean fingers wandered to a scar.

It was a spot he had personally whipped.

She curled up in his arms, her nose red, the grievances she felt over these days were all vented with her husband there:

"It doesn’t hurt... I know you hurt too..."

At some point, that reckless little fox truly became an understanding Little Kitten, being so sensible it pained him.

The weak voice of Little Kitten rang out again: "... But next time, if you do it again, could you aim for my butt, it’s dead flesh, doesn’t hurt as much..."

He was simultaneously angered and amused by her, his laughter froze again.

Next time? There won’t be a next time. From now on, he would firmly keep her in his embrace, never letting her run away silently.

Suddenly, her small voice floated out: "... When did you find out I went to Mexico to surrender."

He paused, his voice suddenly deepening a few degrees: "All your identifications and passports were gone, if not back to Mexico where else could you be. Knowing you disappeared, Gan Ying came to find me once, saying you spoke strangely to her at the KTV the night before leaving, I vaguely understood... Leaving me to another woman? Qiao Yongyong, you really dared, did you think it was a dying entrustment?"

She circled his neck, sorrowful: "Gan Ying is better than me. She not only likes you but can give you children, which I can’t."

He suddenly realized, she had come to know everything.

After a moment, he bowed his head, frowning: "You are more important than a million children."

He couldn’t understand why this little woman considered having a child for him so important.

She pouted her small mouth, just as she was about to speak again, he interrupted once more:

"Starting today, take your medicine, regulate your health on schedule, don’t ever leave me. If you’re obedient and stop running around without telling me, I will help restore your health. Do you trust me?"

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(Today’s fourth update complete)