Almighty Sweet Queen is Really Rich!

The commotion was barely audible, very light and faint.

Xu Haohao heard this sound, and her heart grew cold.

It was unlikely that Su Li and Mr. Qi had come to rescue her, otherwise, the sound would not be so faint and calm.

It must be that despicable man returning.

The door opened with a "swish," and the chilling wind of early winter blew in, carrying a faint scent of blood.

Xu Haohao, who had been sleeping with closed eyes, suddenly opened them and sat up abruptly.

The smell of blood? What happened?

"What are you doing?" The man’s usually gentlemanly and gentle voice trembled slightly, full of confusion.

What was he doing?

Xu Haohao hurriedly turned on the light and was completely stunned by what she saw in the room.

The floor was completely flooded, almost enough to soak their ankles!

Damn, did she really let the water run that fiercely? How could it overflow so much?

Xu Haohao dared not admit it, immediately denying, "How would I know? I was just sleeping and woke up to this? Could it be the pipe burst?"

Feng Huaimu glanced at his soaked ankles, then sat down on the sofa nearby and gentlemanly suggested, "I’ll call a plumber to fix it first thing in the morning."

That was exactly what she’d hoped for!

Xu Haohao resisted the urge to wave her hands and sing joyfully, feigning sincerity as she said, "Young Master Feng, how was the day trip outside? Wait... wait a minute, blood?"

Wherever the blood was coming from, it had diffused in the water on the floor and at first glance looked like she might be seeing things.

"Are you... injured?" Xu Haohao asked cautiously, unsure what she felt.

If that despicable man was injured, it might be her chance to escape.

Feng Huaimu removed the coat from his body, revealing a beige shirt underneath, one corner of which was already stained with blood. It wasn’t a gunshot or a knife wound.

Xu Haohao recalled Xuan Ting had once told her that true martial arts skills, when mastered fully, were many times deadlier than guns or knives. This despicable man must’ve been hit.

Feng Huaimu hooked his lips, which were trying to turn pale as he stared directly at her, asking, "Haohao, are you happy that I’m injured? Thinking of how to escape?"

Xu Haohao kept silent.

Feng Huaimu circled around Xu Haohao, stepped through the water, and took out a medical kit to treat his wound.

Xu Haohao sat cross-legged on the bed, able to hear the man nearby suppressing his painful gasps.

Xu Haohao scratched her head, jumped barefoot into the water, and ran out towards Feng Huaimu, the cold clearing her mind a lot.

Feng Huaimu’s face had turned ghastly pale, hunching over and painfully asking, "What did Haohao come for? Are you going to bandage me?"

Xu Haohao’s throat was instantly clogged as she stared at his increasingly pale body that seemed about to collapse, sneering, "Bandage you? Are you dreaming? If I bandage you, won’t I become your accomplice?"

Even though her plans hadn’t yet succeeded, she’d ended up being chased down by a brother he once cared about, and she didn’t know whether she should mock him for deserving it.

Feng Huaimu chuckled lowly, murmuring softly, "Indeed. Haohao is a good citizen, and I’m a heinous villain, a criminal."

Xu Haohao showed no awareness of being a "hostage." Seeing Feng Huaimu was wounded, she suddenly crossed her arms and walked aside, saying, "Let me see what Young Master Feng sneaked out for in the dead of night."

Xu Haohao immediately picked up the scroll on the table and pulled it open, her face darkening halfway.

Damn it, it’s that beauty painting again!

Last time, it was because of this painting that he nearly choked her to death. Feng Huaimu, that despicable man, should be captured by Mr. Qi as soon as possible!

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