Chapter 292: Nausea

"If I hadn't rescued you from the lake, you would have drowned long ago!" Murong Cheng looked at her with a sneer, "Why, are you thanking your savior like this?"
Mu Zi returned to his senses, realizing that Murong Cheng was talking about Muring pushing her into the artificial lake. At that time, it was Murong Cheng who rescued her.
But she mistakenly thought...
Mistakenly thought it was...
Mu Zi was stunned, and the whole person was dumbfounded.
Murong Cheng let go of her, turned around and picked up the necklace on the ground, and re-buttoned it between Mu Zi's neck.
The cold touch made Mu Zi shudder. She felt cold in her heart, as if she was wearing a collar and a lock instead of a necklace on her neck! Symbolizes humiliation and depravity!
"I don't want to wear it! I hate necklaces!" Mu Zi suddenly lost control of her emotions. She grabbed the necklace around her neck and threw it out fiercely!
The necklace was torn off, and the moment it was thrown, a scarlet blood was scratched on her snow-white neck, which was shocking.
Murong Cheng's breathing was stagnant, and his distress was overwhelming.
His anger disappeared, and only his heartache was left. He hugged Mu Zi and shouted: "Are you crazy?! Don't you know it hurts!"
Mu Zi closed her eyes, tears fell silently, "I hate necklaces..."
Seeing her like this, Murong Cheng felt painful and irritable. He couldn't bear to get angry at her anymore, got up and searched the medicine box, took the ointment gauze back and gave Mu Zi medicine.
Seeing her crying miserably, her anger had disappeared without a trace.
"I don't want a necklace, what do you want?" He asked her softly while putting medicine on her to stop the bleeding, his tone was as soft as a child, "...rings, bracelets, earrings?"
"As long as you send it, I don't want it at all." Mu Zi replied in a cool tone.
"Zizi, are you angry with me?" Murong Cheng's mood improved inexplicably, and a wicked smile appeared on his thin lips. "But I just wanted to send you off, what should I do?"
Mu Zi opened his eyes, and the eyes that he had cried turned red. Although the tears had been received, the pupils were still covered with water, clear and bright, and shattered.
"Murongcheng." She called his name seriously, "You should give it to your fiancee."
Murong Cheng's expression stiffened for a moment.
He frowned and continued to apply the ointment to her wounds little by little, "Who told you?"
Mu Zi pursed his lips and said nothing.
"I heard it from Gu's family?" Murong Cheng guessed.
The outside world only calls Huo Rong the head of the Huo family, but people in the four major families are very clear that his Huo family name is not righteous.
Murong Cheng applied medicine to Mu Zi, adjusted his collar and buttoned it, then sat on the solo sofa next to Mu Zi and picked up the cigarette that he had smoked half of the time.
He took a breath and slowly exhaled the smoke, his expression obscure in the mist, somewhat solemn, and somewhat cold.
"I do have a fiancée," he said, "but it is a cooperation of interests, involving the Huo family's family affairs, I didn't intend to tell you."
Mu Zi felt cold in her heart...
A deep chill spread along the limbs, making her almost trembling with the cold.
He admitted.
He has a fiancee.
No matter what the excuse is based on, the fact that he has a fiancee cannot be changed.
Mu Zi suddenly felt sick!
She was so sick that she wanted to nause!
"Does she know me?" Mu Zi asked, her voice ethereal, like a ghost in the cold night with a chill.
Murong Cheng frowned and asked, "Who?"
"Your fiancee."
"Zi Zi, the matter between the two of us has nothing to do with her." Murong Cheng took her hand, held it in his palm, and told her earnestly and clearly, "It was an expedient measure to be engaged to her at the time, and the Huo family was involved. She has her own lover for internal interests, and our marriage contract will be terminated sooner or later."