The Time-Limited Love and Marriage
Chapter 127

Chapter 127: Chapter 127

"What message?"

Ye Chen saw Fu Youhan’s laugh, which was spine-chilling, and always felt that the message was quite unusual.

So, without waiting for Fu Youhan to answer, Ye Chen simply leaned forward to take a look.

Upon seeing that the location sent by Jiang Moxi was a Japanese restaurant, Ye Chen asked Fu Youhan, "Is Xiao Moxi asking you out for a meal?"

Fu Youhan did not respond, just sneered.

If it weren’t for hearing from Ling Ye that she was having dinner with someone else tonight, he would probably have thought the same as Ye Chen upon seeing the location.

"This Japanese restaurant is not ordinary; they get their supplies directly from the seaport. Their ingredients are fresher than other places, and naturally, the cost of a meal is not low."

One of Ye Chen’s greatest pleasures, apart from flirting and enjoying the company of beautiful women, was savoring various delicacies.

Thus, he was also a regular customer at this Japanese restaurant and was very familiar with their pricing.

So he couldn’t help but tease, "Xiao Moxi must be spending a fortune to give you a way out today, huh?"

Fu Youhan ignored him, directly sending a voice message to Jiang Moxi, "Dining with someone else and dragging me into this, what are you trying to imply? Showing off right in front of me?"

Ye Chen, standing beside him, was quite shocked by what Fu Youhan said.

"So, Xiao Moxi went to dine with someone else, not inviting you for a meal?"

Eating from one’s pot and even casually feeding other fish from someone else’s bowl.

Honestly, this way of managing the fishpond is quite intense.

Even Ye Chen, the supreme sea king, couldn’t imagine such a bold move!

Fu Youhan still ignored Ye Chen, continuing to roar into the phone, sending voice messages.

"Jiang Moxi, what exactly do you mean, explain yourself clearly!"

"Jiang Moxi, answer me!"

But after sending several messages in a row, Fu Youhan suddenly sensed something was wrong.

"That’s not right, she might be in trouble."

Knowing Jiang Moxi as he did, if she had said something wrong or sent a wrong message, she would definitely reply immediately.

But now, after sending several messages, Jiang Moxi hadn’t responded at all.

"It’s just a location message, how could she be in trouble? Don’t make a mountain out of a molehill!"

Ye Chen was unconcerned, continuing to persuade Fu Youhan to have a few more drinks.

But Fu Youhan stood up and left directly.

Ye Chen looked at his hastily departing figure, his lips twitching involuntarily.

"Hey, for such vague speculation, you left without your wheelchair? Aren’t you worried about being exposed?"

But Fu Youhan didn’t even look back and left quickly.

"Going to such lengths, if this isn’t liking, then what is?"

Muttering to himself, Ye Chen hid Fu Youhan’s wheelchair in a cupboard in the corner of the private room...

*

In the private room of the Japanese restaurant—

Jiang Moxi couldn’t remember how many times she had been whipped, only sustaining her fading consciousness through her anticipation for Fu Youhan.

But after a long wait, Fu Youhan never appeared.

She thought, perhaps Fu Youhan wouldn’t come after all.

Thus, she was still the one who was abandoned.

Whether by the Jiang Family or by Fu Youhan, she was abandoned.

She let out a light laugh, closing her eyes in despair.

Meanwhile, Bu Xin, after whipping Jiang Moxi for nearly half an hour and roughly evening out the humiliation he had suffered from being slapped earlier, moved close to Jiang Moxi and began to pull at her clothes.

"Now do you feel better? Let brother do something even more comfortable for you..."

Bu Xin just felt that Jiang Moxi’s bewildered look was absolutely soul-stirring.

He now desperately wanted to completely conquer her.

But at this moment, someone outside was saying, "Sir, you can’t go in, the guests inside are currently eating!"

Bu Xin thought that the waiter should be able to stop customers who wanted to enter this private room.

After all, choosing this Japanese restaurant today was also because he, Bu Xin, was a regular here.

He liked to do messed-up things in such bustling places, so the waiters here generally helped him keep an eye on the private room.

He ignored the noise outside and kept pulling Jiang Moxi’s hoodie up, intending to strip her clean for his wanton amusement.

But Bu Xin never expected that the person outside would kick the door of the private room down.

The deafening sound made everyone in the private room unconsciously look towards the door.

Including Jiang Moxi, who was almost falling into deep sleep, was also awakened by the loud noise and looked towards the door.

Upon seeing that tall, godlike figure, Jiang Moxi’s nose suddenly felt sore...

Previously she didn’t feel aggrieved, even planning to openly accept everything fate had arranged.

To kill this man once the drug effects wore off.

But upon seeing Fu Youhan, a wave of heartache and sorrow instantly surged into her heart.

"Xixi?" Fu Youhan, upon seeing the scene unfolding inside the room, his pupils sharply contracted.

At this moment, inside the Japanese-style private room, the surroundings were filled with spilled food.

Jiang Moxi was being pressed on a low dining table by a man, her black hoodie being tugged revealing a large portion of her snow-white waist, with two frightening whip marks on it.

But what truly made Fu Youhan feel like his heart was being brutally tormented, was the injured look on Jiang Moxi’s face as she gazed at him.

Those beautiful eyes were covered by a layer of water mist, looking so helpless, so desolate...

Jiang Moxi had never shown such a sad expression in front of him; Fu Youhan’s only thought at that moment was— to hold her in his arms!

Bu Xin was still cursing, "Who the fuck are you, daring to interrupt me when I’m enjoying myself!"

But he didn’t expect that Fu Youhan would step forward in a few strides, kick him away, then in the next second scoop Jiang Moxi into his arms.

"I’m sorry, I came late!"

Fu Youhan murmured into Jiang Moxi’s ear, his voice hoarse, almost not sounding like him.

Although he had shortened an hour’s journey to half an hour after sensing that Jiang Moxi might be in danger, he still felt extremely guilty.

Because if he had arrived just a little earlier, Jiang Moxi wouldn’t have had to suffer even more.

"I’m so tired..." murmured Jiang Moxi.

"I know, you rest well. I’m here, I won’t let anyone hurt you again."

Fu Youhan also gently kissed Jiang Moxi’s forehead.

Jiang Moxi was comforted by the man’s kiss, and she peacefully closed her eyes.

On the side, Bu Xin was still shouting, "Who the hell are you! You dare to hit me, I’ll make you pay! Someone, come..."

After setting Jiang Moxi aside, Fu Youhan suddenly performed a swift roundhouse kick.

Bu Xin hadn’t even finished speaking, when he was kicked several meters away, slamming into the wall before falling and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Bu Xin felt like all his internal organs were about to shatter, but the man did not stop there, instead slowly walking towards him.

His movements were elegant, every gesture exuding nobility.

But in Bu Xin’s eyes, he was no different from a demon crawled out of hell.

Bu Xin was scared, wanted to escape, but the wall was behind him, nowhere to hide.

Under Bu Xin’s panicked and helpless gaze, Fu Youhan coldly said, "Who am I? I’m the one sent to take you to meet King Yanluo!"

The next second, the man ruthlessly stomped on Bu Xin’s groin.

Painful screams instantaneously echoed through the entire Japanese restaurant...