Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife Chapter 1486 - 1487: Playing with Danger

Something suddenly blocked her vision, startling Chiang Qing. She lifted her hand to touch it—soft, maybe a scarf?

That perverted old bastard—what twisted plan did he have in mind now?

A cold shiver ran through Chiang Qing's heart. Over the past few months, he'd tormented her relentlessly, devising insane and depraved ways to make her suffer. Her cries and pleas for mercy only brought him greater joy.

One day, just one day, she'd make him pay dearly.

"What are you doing?" Chiang Qing fought back her fear, tugging at the scarf over her eyes while frowning in question.

"Shh, don’t rush, you’ll know soon, it’s something fun!" Gao Hongbo’s voice whispered right by her ear.

What kind of fun? Panic surged even stronger in Chiang Qing. Her hands yanked at the scarf, but before she could remove it, the door opened and several people entered the room. Then, strong hands forced her down onto the bed, pinning her limbs wide apart.

Shock and terror overwhelmed Chiang Qing as she screamed, "What are you doing? What are you doing?"

No response came; instead, brutal hands answered her cries.

Her clothes got ripped away, her arms and legs held firmly in place, until a forceful invasion brought searing pain that made Chiang Qing shriek, "Gao Hongbo, you can’t, you can’t do this to me..."

Tears streamed uncontrollably from Chiang Qing, drenching the scarf.

Yet no one cared about her anguish; only mocking laughs and vulgar taunts filled her ears, too disgusting to bear.

Chiang Qing stopped fighting back, lying motionless like a lifeless body. In that moment, she felt a twisted gratitude for the blindfold—it spared her from seeing those disgusting faces.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Chiang Qing huddled in the bathroom, scrubbing her skin repeatedly.

She shed no tears; they had long since run dry.

The old bastard's age had left him impotent, so he sought thrills to get aroused.

Chiang Qing mechanically scoured her body, while raging hatred consumed her from within.

She loathed them—who had pushed her into this abyss?

That's it, Jiang Conghe, her so-called good father. Without his cruelty in committing her to the mental hospital, how could this old monster have taken her away?

And Jiang Dafang too—who else?

Who had destroyed her life?

No matter; she'd settle scores with each one. Right now, escaping this hell was priority.

Stepping out of the bathroom, she saw Gao Hongbo lounging on the bed, puffing a cigar. Spotting her, he grinned slyly, "All cleaned up now?"

Chiang Qing stared at him briefly before replying, "You shouldn’t have brought those people here, I don’t like them!"

"As long as I like it!" Gao Hongbo chuckled softly.

Chiang Qing's breath hitched for a second; she bowed her head, letting wet strands of hair drip, "Didn’t you say you like me? How could you let people watch me, touch me!"

"Just for fun, that’s all."

Chiang Qing's fingers tightened subtly. Lifting her gaze, she declared, "I want to visit my parents!"

Gao Hongbo paused with his cigarette midway, then said, "They’re in prison, what use is it for you to see them?"

"I want to go!" Chiang Qing stood firm.

"What if I don’t agree?" Gao Hongbo's eyes narrowed.

A faint smile curved Chiang Qing's lips as she met his stare, "Then you’ll lose your plaything—me!"

She was gambling that the old pervert hadn't tired of her yet. If he refused, she'd end it all.

As expected, Gao Hongbo's expression shifted. He barked, "Come here!"

Chiang Qing approached obediently.

Gao Hongbo stubbed out his cigarette in the bedside ashtray, flashed a grin, then lashed out with a slap: "I’m Gao Hongbo, I hate people threatening me the most, what do you think you are? You think I can’t live without you?"

Chiang Qing darted her tongue out to taste the blood at her mouth's edge, then asked, "Can I go?"

Gao Hongbo eyed her bloodied lips, a flicker stirring in his chest. He laughed, "Alright!"