nucmednet Chapter 158 The Loser Swallows the Hook
Chapter 158 The Loser Swallows the Hook
The moment he saw the flash of the knife, the bloodthirsty excitement in Zhao Xiaoning's eyes was about to overflow.
"No."
Fu Ruoshi put down the knife and said, "I still have to save my face for my wife. Let's try a different approach."
Although he didn't like his face, when he thought of Wen Zhixia looking at him with a dazed and blushing face, he still felt that he couldn't give up this face.
"You come." Fu Ruoshi pointed the hilt of the knife at Zhao Xiaoning, his eyes half-smiled, "Except for the face, choose one place on the body."
Zhao Xiaoning took the knife, and his eyes moved around him like a snake, looking very distorted and scary under the dim KTV lights.
He looked at Fu Ruoshi's smiling peach blossom eyes, which were deep and charming. There was only smile in his eyes, without any fear.
No wonder Xu Hui is so obsessed with him.
As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Xiaoning raised the knife and stabbed Fu Ruoshi's eyes fiercely.
As the cold light approached, Fu Ruoshi's heart turned cold and he subconsciously closed his eyes.
In a split second, instead of the expected severe pain, he heard a clang.
When he opened his eyes again, the knife had been thrown on the ground.
"Fucking Fu Ruoshi, you're such a man," Zhao Xiaoning laughed sinisterly. "People say you're heartless, but I never thought you'd actually be such a romantic. I'm really impressed by you!"
That was a close call. Fu Ruoshi breathed a sigh of relief.
"You too," he flattered her. "We should have a drink instead of fighting like that all day long."
Zhao Xiaoning sneered, and there was still a chill in his smile, "You have to drink the wine, and you have to have fun with the exciting things."
After saying that, he took out a transparent paper bag from under the coffee table.
Fu Ruoshi took a look and his throat hurt.
The bag was filled with fish hooks.
Zhao Xiaoning took the poker cards and shuffled them. "We are law-abiding citizens and don't have guns. Today we are playing Liar's Bar. If you lose once, you swallow a hook."
As the name suggests, a liar bar is a place where people cheat each other. You bet on whether the cards in your hand are the same as the one guessed by the other party. You can lie to him and say it is not, but if the other party insists on looking at the cards and finds out that he guessed correctly, you will be punished.
Fu Ruoshi sat next to him and lit a cigarette.
He looked at the big bag of sharp, shiny fish hooks and knew that Zhao Xiaoning would never swallow them if he lost. He said nice things, but in fact he still wanted to suppress him.
"If I swallow this thing, will you let Wen Zhixia go?" Fu Ruoshi asked.
Zhao Xiaoning said, "You don't have to play."
Fu Ruoshi knew he had no choice. He could just turn around and leave, but for Wen Zhixia, whether it was to beg for help or to atone for his sins, he dared to come, he dared to gamble.
He nodded, took a fish hook and threw it into the wine glass, "Shuffle it."
Three o'clock in the evening.
Wen Zhixia was awakened by a series of rapid knocks on the door.
She opened the door. Fu Ruoshi's face was pale. He pushed her away, held on to the wall, staggered into the bathroom, closed the door, and vomited violently inside.
"Fu Ruoshi!" Wen Zhixia heard his wild-animal panting sound, "Are you drunk? What's going on? Open the door!"
How could Fu Ruoshi dare to open the door? He was spitting out blood.
"Get me some water." His voice was horribly hoarse. "Ice."
Wen Zhixia didn't dare to slack off and went to the kitchen to get him some water and ice.
Fu Ruoshi vomited for a long time and finally spit out the fishhook.
The fish hook mixed with the blood in his stomach and throat dyed the water in the toilet red. He quickly pressed the flush button to flush away the blood and water. At the same time, he lit a cigarette, but did not smoke it, just to dispel the smell of blood.
My throat was scratched by a fish hook and it hurts so much.
When Wen Zhixia came in, she saw Fu Ruoshi squatting on the ground with his back hunched.
"Hello?" She patted his back.
Fu Ruoshi suddenly turned around, like a stressed leopard, his red eyes full of alertness.
Wen Zhixia thought he was still drunk, so she reached out and shook him, "Wake up, it's me."
The blurred vision gradually became clear, Fu Ruoshi came back to his senses, and the murderous look in his eyes instantly disappeared.
She was not afraid nor did she hide. In Fu Ruoshi's memory, Wen Zhixia rarely expressed her fear. Whether she was stabbed by Xu Hui or almost captured by Zhao Xiaoning's men, she did not cry or shout, but quickly calmed down and dealt with the aftermath.
She knew there was no point in being afraid, there was no one behind her.
The more Fu Ruoshi thought about it, the more distressed he felt. He staggered to his feet and turned on the faucet to wash his face. The back of his shirt was soaked with sweat and the buttons were half unbuttoned. His neck and chest were also covered in sweat, and his hair was wet, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
"Why are you so drunk?" Wen Zhixia was completely stunned. Who in Jincheng could force Fu Ruoshi to drink? "Where did you drink? Are you okay?"
Fu Ruoshi took the ice water, guzzled two bottles, and leaned against the wall for a long time before catching his breath.
"Not dead..."
The next second, he turned around and hugged Wen Zhixia in his arms.
"..."
Wen Zhixia was stunned.
The water bottle in my hand fell to the ground, and the only sound in my ears was his heavy and rapid breathing.
His whole body was trembling, as if he was trying hard to suppress something, but he held her tightly and refused to let go.
Then, Wen Zhixia suddenly realized a problem.
There was no smell of alcohol on Fu Ruoshi's body.
She was very sensitive to the smell of alcohol and was very familiar with the smell of alcohol left by Fu Ruoshi after drinking, but she was shocked to find that there was only the smell of cigarettes in the toilet, not any smell of alcohol at all.
So what is he doing?
"Fu Ruoshi, you didn't drink?"
Wen Zhixia immediately broke free from his embrace, "You lied to me? Why are you vomiting if you didn't drink? What do you mean by coming to me so late?"
Fu Ruoshi looked at her with distrust in his eyes. His stomach and throat hurt, and the taste of blood in his throat was still spreading upwards.
But seeing her suspicious eyes and impatient tone, his heart ached even more.
A moment ago, when the pain in his stomach was churning and his vision was blurry, he felt like he was going to die, and all he wanted was to see her.
"...I didn't lie to you..." Fu Ruoshi looked at Wen Zhixia's disappointed eyes, but concealed the truth again, "I just happened to pass by..."
Even he himself felt that this lie was ridiculous.
"Fu Ruoshi, are you hiding something from me?"
Wen Zhixia also noticed something was wrong, "Is there something wrong with the company, or is there something wrong with grandma?"
Fu Ruoshi shook his head, "No, nothing at all, I just miss you, want to see you..."
Wen Zhixia was sure that he was lying, but she didn't know why he was lying, so disappointment and impatience appeared in her eyes.
"Fu Ruoshi, we're over. Why can't you accept this fact?" Wen Zhixia looked away, staring at the floor. "No matter what happens to me or how my life goes, it has nothing to do with you. You don't need to care about me or worry about me anymore. How many times do you want me to say this?"
Fu Ruoshi felt like a drowning man or a stranded fish. He couldn't breathe and was so sad that he almost couldn't breathe.
Why did he come? What was he expecting?
People are already fed up with him. They think he is shameless and persistent. If he continues like this, he may destroy the last bit of beauty in her heart.
Did he come here to ask for humiliation?
Fu Ruoshi knew clearly that he was not, he was just worried about her.
He just wanted her to be safe.
Fu Ruoshi suddenly felt exhausted. He turned on the faucet and used the cold tap water to dilute the sadness and moisture in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, I know you don't want to see me." After a moment, he turned off the water, his voice terribly hoarse, "I'm sorry to disturb your sleep, I'm leaving..."