My Youth Began With Him

The masked woman laughed wildly and turned to hold Jack’s neck.

“Mock you? No, I can’t bear to do that. After all, you gave me lots of pleasure.”

Leila didn’t want to meet Huo Mian now; instead she allowed Zhao Qingya to taunt Huo Mian.

However, Huo Mian knew Zhao Qingya was simple-minded and didn’t let the latter gain the upper hand.

Zhao Qingya was angry from humiliation.

“Do you really think I don’t dare to hit you? Huo Mian, you overestimate yourself.”

Zhao Qingya strode over to slap Huo Mian’s face.

“Stop.”

Hearing the voice, Zhao Qingya paused. She turned her head and saw Mr. Y walk toward them.

“My dear… Can’t I give a lesson to my enemy?”

Zhao Qingya cooed even though they were not alone.

“Your revenge can wait since she can’t get away anyway. Young master said to let her see Su Yu… After all, Su Yu is dying.”

Hearing his words, Huo Mian’s face paled.

“What did you do to him?” She frowned.

“He’s dying. Didn’t you hear that? Bitch… it’s all your fault. Su Yu was shot because you broke your word and investigated us… Didn’t you see it? Do you think we faked it? Hehe… The two bullets are still in him and his wounds are festering…”

“Where’s he?”

Huo Mian’s voice shook in fury; she was impatient to see Su Yu.

If Su Yu died, she swore she’d blow this place up even at the price of the lives of herself and her baby.

“Guards, take her to the small wooden shed.”

At Mr. Y’s order, some guys led Huo Mian toward Su Yu’s room.

Zhao Qingya complained, “I finally had the chance to teach that bitch Huo Mian a good lesson, but you stopped me. I’ve prepared for that moment for a long time. I don’t know if I’ll have another opportunity to deal with her… I’m truly unhappy.”

The woman didn’t know her nagging was annoying.

“You fucking shut up for me.”

Mr. Yu was becoming more and more impatient with Zhao Qingya.

Previously, he had treated her better and they used to do drugs together and indulge in physical pleasures.

But ever since they returned to China and executed the plan, he had gotten more and more cranky. He would beat her for the slightest provocation and now she couldn’t even touch Huo Mian. Zhao Qingya felt frustrated.

“My dear, you don’t love me anymore?”

Seeing Mr. Y get angry, Zhao Qingya immediately begged him for forgiveness.

“Stupid bitch, you should know this is not the right time or place for your revenge. The young madam is here, and we could die at any moment. Have you forgotten how that guy died last night?”

Zhao Qingya still felt fearful as she remembered that guy’s death last night.

“The young madam didn’t tell you to abuse Huo Mian. If you anger her and get your head twisted off, it’s not my fault,” Mr. Y said angrily and turned to go.

Reluctantly, Zhao Qingya followed him without a word, knowing he was right.

In the wooden shed in the corner, Su Yu’s gun wounds had festered, and he was burning with a high fever.

No one cared if he died or not. Zhao Qingya didn’t care, not to mention the masked woman.

Entering the room, Huo Mian strode to his side and dropped to the ground as tears slid down her face.