Chapter 747: Chapter 747: 382 Crafty words_3

Chapter 747: 382 Crafty words_3

“There are no listening devices in the room now, so you can speak freely and boldly.”

The girl hesitated and shook her head: “I... I don’t know.”

Zheng Qing stared intently at her: “Are you really suffering from memory loss?”

The girl nodded with a wronged expression: “I can’t remember anything, but I don’t want to stay here. Master, please take me away from here. I will repay your kindness by working like a horse and ox in the future.”

As the words fell, a string of crystal-clear tears slid down her fair cheeks, evoking pity.

“Do you not even remember your own name?” Zheng Qing probed further.

Thinking of something, the girl immediately knelt on the ground, “You are a kind person, master. I beg you to save my friend. They are almost beaten to death.”

“Xiao Dong?” Zheng Qing’s eyes darkened suddenly.

The girl nodded vigorously: “He... He is locked in the utility room in the backyard. He is almost killed by Aunt Hong trying to save me.”

As soon as the words fell, the girl’s face turned pale and her body collapsed softly onto the ground.

Zheng Qing swiftly moved forward to catch her waist and sneered: “The scent is poisoned.”

He took out a black pill from his pocket and put it into the girl’s mouth.

“Keep it under your tongue.”

Following his instructions, the girl looked at the face close to her in a daze. It was an ordinary appearance, but his eyes were like a myriad of stars in spring water, dazzling and incredible.

Zheng Qing laid her on the bed, followed by lying down himself. He tore off the girl’s clothes from her shoulder, and as her face changed slightly, he lowered his voice and said, “Don’t be afraid, just play along with me for this act...”

Especially those deep black eyes staring at her, giving an overwhelming sense of pressure.

Aunt Hong composed herself as she walked in with a smile, “Miss, I must apologize to you first. If I had known earlier that he was your subordinate, even if he kidnapped all my people, I wouldn’t blame him. I can only blame fate for playing tricks on us, Xiao Dong has to face this tribulation...”

Dong Jiahe was thrown to the ground, struggling for a moment before falling still.

Ming Jing glanced at him indifferently, “Is it fate playing tricks, or is it you, Aunt Hong, with your sweet words and honeyed tongue?”

Aunt Hong was stunned by the coldness in the black eyes of the girl, an underage, inexperienced girl actually making her feel a sense of apprehension.

“I know the Miss is angry with me, but I had no choice. I have so many brothers under me, if they all acted like Xiao Dong, I wouldn’t be able to control them. Master Wen has always valued loyalty and affection, and Miss is Master Wen’s daughter. I believe you can understand my painstaking efforts.”

Ming Jing got up and walked over to Dong Jiahe, feeling his pulse.

The opponent still didn’t dare to act thoroughly; Dong Jiahe was barely alive.

It’s also possible that Dong Jiahe’s strong will to survive, allowing him to pull through this ordeal.

A bruised hand suddenly grabbed Ming Jing’s wrist, making her jadelike skin all the more striking.

Dong Jiahe struggled to open his eyes, his voice as thin as a wisp: “Save... save her...”

His head tilted, and he fainted once more.

The hand grasping Ming Jing dropped limply.

A red mark appeared on Ming Jing’s creamy skin, glaringly obvious.

Ming Jing stood up and said indifferently, “Send him to the hospital. If he dies, you will pay for his life with your own.”

This light and airy sentence landed like a heavy hammer on Aunt Hong’s heart.