Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife

Chapter 1440: Chapter 1441: Killing Intent Arises

She still remembers that time when Gao Hongbo didn’t force her, because his eyes already carried determination and confidence.

Chiang Qing still remembers that gaze: disdainful, plundering, certain.

She was shocked in her heart, also roaring, with even more anger.

That was supposed to be her grandfather’s good friend, who previously treated her like a niece, how could he be so terrifying, so filthy and disgusting.

Chiang Qing bit her teeth tightly.

"It seems Qingqing hasn’t made up her mind yet, it’s okay, the mental hospital is quite a good place for convalescence," Gao Hongbo smiled slightly and then stood up.

Chiang Qing trembled, mental hospital, no, she couldn’t go back to that hellish place.

She wanted freedom, she wanted revenge, everyone who owed her, she wanted them to pay the price, Jiang Conghe, Jiang Dafang, Qi Taiguo, and so on and so forth.

And to exchange for these, she had to sacrifice her body.

Hehe, without freedom, what could she do with her chastity? Absolutely nothing!

A fierce light flashed in Chiang Qing’s eyes, she bit her teeth, lifted the quilt, directly jumped off the bed, and hugged Gao Hongbo around the waist.

She heard his laughter, like it was coming from hell; it must have been a demon’s laugh.

She remembers, he picked her up and put her on the bed.

She knows, he kissed every inch of her body with his stinking mouth, then, used his pitifully small thing to break her.

She still remembers the pain, representing indelible shame.

Luckily, the old thing after all was aged, surrendered after a few moves, not too much suffering endured.

The old bastard was clearly still shocked and surprised at her being intact, that look of pity, really made people disgusted!

"Don’t worry, I’ll be your everything from now on, just listen to me obediently, no one will bully you!" The old bastard hugged her and said.

Chiang Qing burst into tears.

This past month, the old bastard didn’t appear often, came two or three days a week, initially was quite gentle, once in the middle he couldn’t do it, then changed.

Became perverted, frequently hit her, completely changed his tune.

The most perverted was that even during her monthly cycle, he wouldn’t spare her.

"Die old man, sick pervert!" Chiang Qing grabbed the shower sponge again, scrubbing herself.

After a long time, she finally put on a bathrobe, standing in front of the mirror looking at herself, the person in the mirror, a pale and frail complexion, it was a face that made men feel pity.

This very face, and these delicate curves, led her into the tiger’s den.

Chiang Qing bit her teeth, mechanically walked out of the bathroom.

On the big bed in the room, the old bastard was already asleep, a bit of drool at the corner of his mouth, disgusting.

It’s said when people get old, they often drool, indeed that’s the case!

Chiang Qing glared at this old man who had humiliated her, then looked at the lighthouse-style lamp on the nightstand, the sharp corner, her eyes flashed with cold killing intent.

No, she couldn’t kill him yet, she had to get out, had to use this man for revenge.

She still had to rely on him.

Chiang Qing forced down the rolling killing intent in her chest, silently lay down, the old man seemed to sense it, turned around, his hand wrapped around her waist.

Chiang Qing turned her head, saw a face full of wrinkles, held back her disgust, gently removed his hand, and turned her back to him, almost sleeping at the edge of the bed.

She couldn’t be rash, she had to stay calm, too many drugs and shots were administered before, her mind was too muddled, had to clean up, think clearly.