Marry Me Quick

Chapter 588 Feigned Silent and Mute

Ziyue's neck was in excruciating pain, but Muchen did not attempt to relax his hold.

She listened to Muchen's statement but lacked the courage to challenge him. She knew he wouldn't trust a word she said.

Although Muchen's intensely dark eyes were locked on Ziyue, he had a depressed expression. The man almost appeared possessed and was ignorant that his actions harmed her.

The pain was making Ziyue's neck numb. She felt somewhat grateful that he did not immediately strangle her since, or she might not have survived.

She started to resist and slammed her fists into Muchen's torso.

When Muchen finally reacted, she scowled sternly and slapped her hand away. Ziyue struggled and lost her equilibrium. She fell backward and struck her head against the edge of a table. Blood immediately spilled out.

Ziyue experienced pain. A warm warmth went across her face after the ache. When she felt it and realized she was bleeding, she reached up to touch it.

It turned out that she had hit her head and had a wound.

She observed the blood on her palm. Ziyue turned to face Muchen, who stood there blankly. She stood up and moved for the door as if nothing had occurred.

When she passed Muchen, he reached out to stop her. "Where are you going?"

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"To get the servant to call the doctor. I don't want to die from excessive blood loss," demanded Ziyue. She didn't bother to look at him. Her eyes were fixed elsewhere as if looking at him was unnecessary.

Muchen's grip on her loosened and then tightened again. "Without my command, you are not allowed to go anywhere!"

"Oh, so I can't even go to call the doctor?" Ziyue finally turned to look at him. She glared coldly at him.

Muchen's pupils somewhat shrank as he gazed at the blood gushing from her skull. He raised his lips, but he remained silent.

Suddenly, he let go of Ziyue's hand, turned around, and dialed a phone number.

"Get here immediately. We are at the Mogwin Castle."

Ziyue guessed that he had called Doctor Mo.

She believed that he didn't care whether she lived or died.

Ziyue cast a disapproving look and rejected his hand. She made her way to the bathroom.

She needed to shower first because she didn't know when Xiyi would arrive. She would be torturing herself if she let herself out in the cold with a wound.

She went directly into the bathroom and showered. Ziyue was careful to avoid her wound.

She hurriedly finished her shower and looked around, not knowing how long she had seen Muchen standing still at the door.

The uneasiness barely persisted for a few seconds.

She walked past him with a towel wrapped around her and was stopped by Muchen.

Ziyue questioned impatiently, "What do you want now?"

Muchen's eyes were red with rage as he tightly pursed his lips.

Perhaps due to her injury, all her resentment erupted simultaneously, and she lost tolerance for Muchen.

After much mental anguish, Muchen eventually located a piece of cloth and wrapped it over her head to momentarily stop the bleeding.

Ziyue was momentarily startled before changing into new garments.

...

When Xiyi arrived, it was already an hour later.

A doctor in Mogwin Castle might have reached it in ten or twenty minutes, but Muchen insisted on having Xiyi come and forced her to endure an entire hour.

Ziyue remained still as Xiyi dressed her wound. She was calm, with no other feelings present.

When Xiyi cleansed her wound, Muchen stayed by and observed. A little while later, he abruptly turned and walked away.

As soon as he was gone, Xiyi immediately asked her, "Madam, about this wound..."

"Muchen made a mistake. It wasn't intentional. He hasn't reached the point where he would intentionally harm me."

Ziyue responded emotionlessly. Xiyi had the nagging impression that the two must have been at odds for this to have occurred.

Mo Xiyi talked once her wound had been dressed, "Madam, you can't provoke Mr. Qin in his current state because it will go awry."

Ziyue sneered, "Do you think he still needs me to provoke him? He can already imagine me as a shameless woman who only cares about money and pleasure. His delusions are enough to provoke him!"

Mo Xiyi was surprised by her laments. But Ziyue continued, "What? Do you want me to keep suffering? Keep making him happy? Who thinks about me while you're all focused on him? He misinterprets me and is stubbornly unwilling to listen to anyone. He confiscated my phone, locked me up, limited my freedom, and controlled everything I did. Do I have to lose myself now that I've lost my freedom?"