Before the middle - aged woman could stop crying out, Ni Moqiang had already disappeared from her sight. Staring in shock at the slowly closing door, she gritted her teeth in anger, and a thick resentment flashed in her peach - blossom eyes.
This woman was Qi Youling, Ni Moqiang's stepmother. Three years after Ni Moqiang's mother passed away, she entered the Ni family mansion as the mistress. Since then, Ni Moqiang had known that her life would no longer be simple.
Ni Moqiang locked the bathroom door. The showerhead was spraying water downwards, and she stood under it. The hot water flowed down her face, wet and warm. She could no longer tell whether it was tears or water.
She trembled as she wiped the water off her face, and a choked sob couldn't be held back and escaped from her lips.
Yongwei, Yongwei! I'm sorry! She clenched her fists and leaned weakly against the cold wall, biting her lips tightly. Along with the choked sobs, blood seeped out bit by bit. The summer sunlight filtered through the gaps in the shutters, like the dazzling polar light, shining abruptly on her.
"Bang, bang, bang—"
Ni Moqiang was startled and turned her head with blurry eyes to look at the closed bathroom door. What did she want again? Didn't she even have a bit of freedom? Her place could be entered and exited at will by others, with no privacy at all?
She pulled the corner of her lips bitterly. She turned off the water and stood in front of the mirror, letting the continuous knocking sound ring out. She reached out to wipe the layer of mist on the mirror and looked at the person in the mirror.
Her body stiffened, and she suddenly widened her eyes. There really were hickeys! Goodness! She looked at the scattered bruises on her body in disbelief, and her cheeks turned red with shame and annoyance. Just thinking of the person who had left these hickeys made her want to dig a hole and bury herself.
Goodness, goodness, goodness! She frowned in annoyance. She finally understood why the taxi driver had looked at her with such a "judging" gaze when she came out of the hotel!
Now, what would the president think of her? Would he think she was a dissolute woman? Would he think she was a promiscuous and casual woman?
"Ni Moqiang, come out for me!" A powerful male voice sounded outside the door. The high - pitched roar made Ni Moqiang jump in fright and brought her back to her senses.
I'm doomed this time! She quickly grabbed the bathrobe, not even having time to dry the water droplets on her body. She glanced at the mirror in a panic. Terrible! The collar of the bathrobe couldn't cover the bruises on her neck. What should she do? She couldn't just go out like this!
Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind. Got it! She released the hair clip on top of her head, let her long hair fall down, moved half of her hair to her chest, and carefully covered the hickeys on her neck. Only then did she relax a bit.
As soon as she turned the lock and opened the door, that cold and serious face from her memory came into her sight. She pursed her lips and called out softly, "Dad, why are you here too?" Her eyes swept towards Qi Youling behind him, and her cold gaze shot out like a sharp sword.
"What? Can't I come? Or has this place of yours really become a forbidden area?" Ni Zhengguo glared at her fiercely and growled irritably.
Ni Moqiang adjusted the collar of her bathrobe and smiled weakly, saying, "Dad, why would you say that? I just want to have a quiet space. Please don't be so agitated, okay?"
"Then you're planning to stay quiet like this all the time? You've never even come home for your birthday?"
Ni Moqiang lowered her eyes, twisting the belt of her bathrobe listlessly and remaining silent.