Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife

Chapter 1486: Chapter 1487: Playing with Danger

Her eyes were covered by something, Chiang Qing was startled, she reached up to feel it, soft—was it a scarf?

That old bastard, pervert, what is he planning now?

Chiang Qing felt a chill in her heart, she was tormented by him for the past few months, he always thought up some crazy and perverted ways to torture her, if she cried and begged for mercy, he would be even happier.

One day, one day, she would make him pay.

"What are you doing?" Chiang Qing suppressed her fear, trying to pull off the scarf from her eyes, frowning as she asked.

"Shh, don’t rush, you’ll know soon, it’s something fun!" Gao Hongbo’s voice came from beside her ear.

What fun, Chiang Qing felt even more panicked, her hands went to pull, but before she could take off the scarf, she heard someone entering the room, it seemed like a lot of people, then, someone pressed her down on the bed, her hands and feet were pinned down in a spread-eagle position.

Chiang Qing was both shocked and frightened, she screamed, "What are you doing? What are you doing?"

No one answered her, the answer she got were the rough actions.

Her clothes were stripped off, her hands and feet pressed down, until she was forcefully entered, the intense pain made Chiang Qing scream, "Gao Hongbo, you can’t, you can’t do this to me..."

Chiang Qing’s tears couldn’t help but spill out, soaking the scarf.

But no one paid attention to her, beside her ears were only teasing laughter and all kinds of filthy words, unbearable to hear.

Chiang Qing gave up struggling, lying there like a corpse, she suddenly was grateful, grateful that her eyes were covered, so she couldn’t see the vile faces of these people.

After a long time, Chiang Qing squatted in the bathroom, scrubbing her body over and over.

She didn’t cry, her tears were already dried up.

The old bastard was old, not capable anymore, that’s why he needed excitement to stimulate himself.

Chiang Qing scrubbing her body numbly, the hatred in her heart had already ravaged through her.

She hated, hated who, who let her fall to this point.

That’s right, Jiang Conghe, her good father, if it wasn’t for him being ruthless enough to send her to the mental hospital, how would she have ended up being brought out by this old bastard?

Also Jiang Dafang, who else?

Who harmed her?

No matter, she would get back at them one by one, for now, she needed to get out of here.

Exiting the bathroom, Gao Hongbo lay on the bed smoking a cigar, seeing her come out, he smirked, "Cleaned yourself up?"

Chiang Qing looked at him for a moment, then said, "You shouldn’t have brought those people here, I don’t like them!"

"As long as I like it!" Gao Hongbo laughed lightly.

Chiang Qing’s breath caught slightly, she lowered her head, letting her hair drip water, "Didn’t you say you like me? How could you let people watch me, touch me!"

"Just for fun, that’s all."

Chiang Qing’s hand slightly clenched, she raised her head and said, "I want to visit my parents!"

Gao Hongbo’s hand holding the cigarette paused, he said, "They’re in prison, what use is it for you to see them?"

"I want to go!" Chiang Qing insisted.

"What if I don’t agree?" Gao Hongbo lowered his eyes.

Chiang Qing slightly smiled, looked at him and said, "Then you’ll lose your plaything—me!"

She was betting, betting that the old bastard hadn’t had enough of her yet, if he didn’t let her go, she’d die.

Sure enough, Gao Hongbo’s face changed slightly, he said, "Come here!"

Chiang Qing walked over.

Gao Hongbo put the cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside, gave her a smile, then suddenly slapped her: "I’m Gao Hongbo, I hate people threatening me the most, what do you think you are? You think I can’t live without you?"

Chiang Qing stuck out her tongue and licked the blood on the corner of her mouth, said, "Can I go?"

Gao Hongbo looked at her blood-stained lips, his heart trembled slightly, he laughed, "Alright!"