Chapter 318: Volume 1, Chapter 318: Prison (3)

That scent made him sink and become addicted, like opium he could never smell enough; it pierced deep into his limbs and bones, making him uncontrollably want to take more.

He had always acted as he pleased, doing whatever he wanted.

The small exposed part of Jiang Zhi's slender, fair neck felt a hint of coolness; the man, like a cold, sharp hawk, kissed her without letting her resist, his thin lips pressed tight, his breath heavy, he fiercely inhaled her scent.

Even though she was usually quiet and mild, she couldn't help but feel angry and afraid.

The man was like a black panther lying in wait for a long time, exuding a dangerous, pouncing-and-tearing menace and a sense of oppression.

"Marshal, please show restraint." She stepped back, her petite, fragile body pressing against the door, speaking sternly.

Fu Shao Huai had no intention of letting her go; his tall frame completely enveloped her, encircling her in his arms, forming a sturdy cage with an extremely strong possessive desire.

"In this life, no one has ever told me to show restraint." The man approached her guarded face; at close range he could see her extremely beautiful almond eyes, and even her cheeks flushed with a thin red hue from anger.

Every part of his body seemed to shout that he wanted to claim her as his own.

He had never had such a thought; although he usually had no interest in women, this was the first time he wanted a woman so much.

Jiang Zhi's heart pain grew more obvious; when he was about to speak the next sentence, her vision went black and she fainted from the pain.

Fu Shao Huai wrapped his arms around her limp, slender waist, furrowed his brows, and placed his finger before her nose, feeling her weak breath.

"Wang Lin!!" he shouted.

Hearing the sound, the waiting steward Wang Guan Jia rushed in, pushing the door open; upon seeing the girl unconscious in the Marshal's arms, his heart jolted and countless bad thoughts arose.

They hastily summoned a doctor for treatment and examination; Fu Shao Huai's personal physician, Qiao Yu, shared a deep bond with him, having gone to the frontline battlefield together since childhood, a bond that could be described as life-and-death.

"Doctor Qiao, please hurry and take a look..."

Qiao Yu acted like a carefree playboy, a typical spoiled young master, and did not look like a highly skilled doctor.

Those aristocratic nobles also thought the same.

Qiao Yu snapped unhappily: "Early in the morning, is Master Fu also sick?"

Wang Guan Jia hurriedly explained: "It's not the Marshal... it's... we just hired a psychological doctor."

Qiao Yu laughed: "Now I not only have to take care of Master Fu, but also everyone in the Fu manor?"

Wang Guan Jia was about to tear up.

Qiao Yu shrugged indifferently: "Forget it, let's go; let this young master see what's wrong with this psychological doctor."

All the way he led Qiao Yu to the Marshal's residence in the main estate; Qiao Yu's face was full of surprise as he asked: "Does that psychological doctor live in Master Fu's bedroom?"

This is hardly a psychological doctor.

He couldn't help gossiping: "Could it be that Master Fu is too strong, and the psychological doctor can't bear it?"

Wang Guan Jia's old face turned yellow, and he stammered: "No... not..."

Fu Shao Huai's cold, deep voice came from inside.

"Since you're here, get in!"

Qiao Yu dared not gossip further, pushed the door open, and at a glance saw a figure lying on the large bed, while Master Fu, who had never been close to beauty since childhood, sat in a chair beside it.

He walked over, and his gaze involuntarily fell on the unconscious girl's face.

The person on the bed looked like a celestial maiden; Qiao Yu dared say that in the entire South City, no girl could be more beautiful than her.

"Beautiful?"

Qiao Yu couldn't help but nod, murmuring: "Beautiful."

Fu Shao Huai's face was gloomy, his deep, unfathomable pupils flashing a hint of cold ruthlessness.

"Don't you want your eyes anymore?"

Hearing that, Qiao Yu snapped back to attention, glanced at the man's frighteningly stern face beside him, hastily withdrew his gaze, and began checking, observing nose and heart.

After a simple check, he immediately said: "She has a serious heart condition; being alive now is considered lucky."

Fu Shao Huai shifted his gaze, his cold, emotionless eyes falling on the steward.

Wang Guan Jia's sturdy frame trembled; realizing the contract documents mentioned none of her illnesses, he concluded that those few people had jointly deceived the entire Fu manor.

"Yes, it was I who concealed it." The awakened Jiang Zhi, hearing the doctor's words, struggled to prop herself up and sit; the blanket slipped from her shoulder, her black hair fell and scattered to the other side, revealing a small face completely devoid of color.

"Sorry, Master Fu."

Fu Shao Huai's jawline was tight and fierce; his narrow eyes almost seemed to want to swallow her whole, his frenzied emotion appearing to have been driven to the extreme.

After a long while.

Everyone dared not breathe, the temperature dropping to freezing point.

He rose and said to Qiao Yu: "Come out and speak."

As the words fell, they left the bedroom together.

Outside the door.

"How serious?"

Qiao Yu pondered, then slowly said: "We must perform a transplant surgery as soon as possible."

…

Jiang Zhi asked: "How long can this body of mine still live?"

777 firmly said: "It will last until the host completes the mission."

She finally relaxed a little; her heart occasionally sent a dull ache, the discomfort making even sitting up require great effort.

What she never expected was that Fu Shao Huai's Love Points surged like a rocket; among all these worlds, it was still the first time they rose this quickly.

When they first met, his Love Points rose to 60.

After just a short day, his Love Points had already reached 80.

80 means liking, 90 means love.

What she could be certain of was that Fu Shao Huai fell in love with her at first sight.

This situation she was also encountering for the first time, but there was also a downside: once Fu Shao Huai's Hatred Value reached above 70 points, an extremely dangerous situation would occur.

More than ten minutes later, Fu Shao Huai returned to the bedroom again; the other two people had vanished, presumably they had left.

The man threw a contract in front of her.

The folder fell onto the edge of the bed, and the information on it suddenly appeared before her eyes.

This was the contract personally signed by the original host's parents; in black and white it stated that the original host would be given to the Fu family, and regardless of life or death, the original host would belong to the Fu family.

Therefore, even if Fu Shao Huai killed her, the South City Patrol Office would not intervene.

This was clearly a deed of sale.

The original host's parents sent her to Fu Shao Huai for twenty million.

Jiang Zhi lifted her fingers slightly, touching the cold folder; she stopped at the place where her parents had signed, her already pale face seemed to lose all color, her pupils constricted, and the pain in her heart grew worse.

Fu Shao Huai stepped forward and embraced her falling body, his voice like a demon's whisper: "From now on, you are merely a member of the Fu family."

Jiang Zhi's eyes filled with a mist-like haze; she asked blankly, "Don't you want to kill me?"

Fu Shao Huai lost himself in her gaze; from this angle he could see the curve of her raven-black eyelashes lifting, as well as the cool, clear fragrance on her body.

He held her tighter, wanting to embed her into his flesh and blood to become one; his intense and pathological possessiveness made him unwilling to let go of her even for a moment.