Treasure Hunt: Tycoon's Priceless Runaway Wife-Chapter 717 - 715: The Demon in My Heart (Second Update)
Looking at Nuonuo like this, Da Bao felt terrible inside. He wished the little girl could be the first to soften up and say sorry, so that he could have an excuse to step down.
After all, when the little girl hurt, he hurt too—it’s not worth it!
But, even though the little girl’s eyes were full of tears, her gaze remained extremely stubborn, and her lips were pressed into a tight line, refusing to back down.
Da Bao was consumed by anger, and seeing those pink lips, he had an urge to bite them to vent his anger.
Thinking this, his body moved before he could think rationally, and he leaned over, took her lips in his mouth, and bit down hard.
"Ah!" Nuonuo couldn’t help but cry out in pain. She hadn’t expected her usually gentle and considerate brother to suddenly turn into a raging wolf, clutching her chin as if trying to pull it off, and that bite must have broken her lip!
With teary eyes, she looked at Da Bao, her gaze full of stubbornness, but also grievance and anger.
The taste of blood trickling from her lips awakened Da Bao, who suddenly released her and held her shoulders, his eyes falling on her lips beaded with blood.
"Nuonuo..."
Da Bao was flustered and raised his hand helplessly to touch her lips.
There, apart from the glaring red blood, there were distinct teeth marks that were equally eye-catching!
Nuonuo, with tears in her eyes, gave him a hard look, suddenly stood up, stomped back to the bedroom, and slammed the door shut with a "bang."
Da Bao stared blankly at his rejected hand, his mind in a chaotic mess. By the time he came to his senses and rushed over to try coaxing Nuonuo, he found the door was locked from the inside.
"Nuonuo, I’m sorry, can you let me in?"
Da Bao pressed against the door, softly pleading.
There was no response from within, and after calling her a few more times and waiting for a while, he finally left in disappointment.
In the bedroom, Nuonuo bit her lip, her teeth brushing against the spot Da Bao had bitten earlier, and it started bleeding even more since it hadn’t stopped.
She stuck out her tongue, and the salty, metallic taste filled her mouth, waves of sadness washing over her.
She didn’t understand what was wrong with her brother. Why did he suddenly treat her this way?
Not only did he yell at her, but he also bit her!
She believed she had done nothing wrong, just made a friend—did it warrant such anger?
She’s no longer a little kid; she will eventually have her own friends, just like he has Brother Zhihao and a few good friends. Why can’t she have her own friends?
She knew her family loved her, so they always took extra care to protect and pamper her.
But she was already eleven, and besides her family, she also longed for friends she could converse with. Yet, her brother’s attitude suggested she didn’t even have that right.
Does her being dumber and sillier mean she has to be deprived of the right to have friends?
The more she thought, the more upset and wronged she felt. She wanted to cry, but her tears only circled in her eyes yet wouldn’t fall.
The taste of blood in her mouth grew stronger. She wiped her lips, then her eyes.
In the end, even Nuonuo didn’t know how she fell asleep. When she woke up, her lips were sore, and her eyelids heavy.
Nuonuo lay lazily in bed, judging from the light peeking through the curtains, it was already late.
A faint smell of Mom’s cooking breakfast lingered in the air.
Nuonuo felt discouraged, her mood at its worst. She remembered last night clearly but didn’t want to recall it.
Lying in bed for a while, she finally got up reluctantly as the quiet knock on the door urged her.
She looked wrecked in the mirror.
Her tousled curly hair looked like a beggar’s from the streets, there were dry, dark bloodstains on her lips, and two long dark streaks at the corners of her eyes.
She didn’t need to think to know it was from wiping her tears after wiping her lips last night.
The knocking on the door sounded again, followed by Little Treasure’s loud urging. "Sister, get up for breakfast."
Nuonuo shook her head, trying to shake off her foul mood, then splashed her face with cold water. The icy drops snaked from her collarbone to her heart, chilling her to the bone.
Her brother hated her!
It was a thought that suddenly chilled her to the core.
But why did he hate her?
Weren’t they fine before?
Was it because she clung to him too much that he hated her?
Or did he really have a girlfriend now, making her as his sister dispensable and unimportant?
Nuonuo felt like there was a demon in her head feeding her ideas that made her heart grow cold and her feet icy.
She wanted to refute this inner demon, but the reality was, after her brother had been away for over ten days, he had only called twice at the beginning and hadn’t called again since then.
After being apart for so many days, they should have been inseparable like before, yet they ended up fighting over a completely ordinary phone call.
This brother, was he really still her brother?
With a heavy heart, Nuonuo finished brushing her teeth, washed her face, and tied a fresh ponytail. Looking in the mirror, aside from lifeless eyes and a slightly swollen, cut lip, there was nothing wrong.
She saw a bloodstain on her collar and changed into clean home clothes before going out.
In the dining room, everyone was already having breakfast. Seeing her come in, they all looked at her.
The sharp-eyed Le Tong immediately noticed the wound on her lip. "Nuonuo, how did your lip get hurt?"
Nuonuo instinctively touched her lip, "I was half asleep going to the bathroom at night and bumped into the bedside table."
Le Tong was half-believing, "Does it hurt?"
"It hurt last night, but it’s fine now." Nuonuo replied, and as usual, pulled the chair between Da Bao and Little Treasure and sat down.
"Did your eyes swell from crying over the pain?" Le Tong suspiciously glanced between her daughter and her eldest son.
"No, I was reading a book that made me cry last night." Nuonuo casually grabbed a piece of bread, took a bite.
Her answer surprised Da Bao, but Le Tong believed it.
Because she’d seen Nuonuo moved to tears by those youth novels before, she didn’t think further.
But Da Bao knew why her lips were hurt and why her eyes were swollen. He was puzzled by why she lied to cover for him.
Last night he had a terrible sleep, lying in bed thinking about many things.
