Gain A Cute Wife By “Kidnap”

Chapter 252

C252 – Sad More than Ever

“Tell me the truth.”

Not only did he refrain from using his hands, he exerted even more force.

“Truth, my foot! Can you honestly tell me why I’m treating you like this, you beast?”

Nong Mobai’s veins bulged as he struggled vigorously.

“Damn it, you claimed you were examining me the moment you returned. Did Nong Mobai, for anyone, ever lack integrity?”

Mu Sizheng’s lack of trust infuriated Nong Mobai.

“It’s excruciating, you jerk. Cease.”

Nong Mobai’s voice trembled with pain. Bereft of strength to resist, tears streamed from his eyes.

“If I don’t discipline you, you’ll never learn respect.”

“Fine, I admit it!” Just release me, damn it! It’s agonizing.”

How could Nong Mobai not suffer under the constant pressure?

Though he attempted to resist, it was futile against Mu Sizheng’s sheer strength.

“I thought after a few years apart, you’d mellow out a bit. But you’re even more irascible now.”

“Who made me irritable? I hit menopause earlier! Can’t I be upset on my own?”

Nong Mobai questioned angrily.

It was all Mu Sizheng’s doing that exacerbated his irritability.

“The moment I returned, you willingly embraced me. Is that such a challenge for you, Nong Mobai?”

Mu Sizheng ignored Nong Mobai’s outburst, speaking to himself instead.

“A challenge. Why not just let me perish? Would that satisfy you?”

Nong Mobai’s roar erupted involuntarily, despite his inner reluctance.

How could he possibly desire death? He had just managed to retrieve Mu Sizheng.

His frustration stemmed from Mu Sizheng’s lack of apology upon his return.

Enduring such suppression was intolerable; he needed validation.

“You’re going to blame me, aren’t you? You promised to return and do as you please, but did you ever consider my feelings?”

Nong Mobai’s nose tingled slightly after his outburst.

He despised his own weakness in Mu Sizheng’s presence, yet he felt powerless against him.

Upon hearing Nong Mobai’s words, Mu Sizheng’s anger finally abated slightly, though he maintained his grip on Nong Mobai.

He understood Nong Mobai too well; releasing his grip would prompt Nong Mobai to lash out and flee. Nong Mobai would never obediently remain in place.

Should he pursue Nong Mobai in anger, Nong Mobai would promptly summon the police to have him apprehended—an action Nong Mobai had taken before.

Once, during an argument, Nong Mobai had gone to the police station, claiming someone intended to assault him and he feared returning home.

Consequently, the police reprimanded Mu Sizheng when they called him.

At that time, Nong Mobai was merely a high school student, still attending university without having graduated.

It marked the first instance in his life where he faced direct scolding from the police. Despite his bloody lips, Nong Mobai remained at Mu Sizheng’s side, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

“What? My words offend you?”

Mu Sizheng remained silent, prompting immediate mockery from Nong Mobai.

Yet, his heart still stung with pain as he posed the question.

Though outwardly sharp-tongued, Nong Mobai harbored a fragile heart. Despite his imposing appearance, he was internally frail.

Damn it, what does silence signify in such a moment? Acceptance?

Nong Mobai couldn’t help but feel pitiful. Meeting Mu Sizheng again failed to ignite excitement; instead, it only deepened his sorrow.