He died to save me, and was reborn to be favored by him

a whole night.

Qiao Wangshu suffered inhuman torture.

The next day.

The autumn wind is bleak and the chill is rising.

hospital.

In the VIP ward.

Mo Beichen was infused with four bottles of water last night and was in a coma until nine in the morning. Qiao Wangshu cooked for him again yesterday, with a table full of delicious dishes, but they were all forbidden for him to eat by the doctor. His mother had a difficult birth when she gave birth to him, and he didn't even cry after he was born. He stayed in the incubator for more than a month before being discharged. He had a weak constitution since childhood and was forbidden to eat spicy food. Every time Qiao Wangshu cooked for him, he would get sick and go to the hospital after eating.

But so what?

Not to mention spicy food, even if it was poison, as long as she gave it to him, he couldn't refuse it.

He kept her trapped for five years.

She wanted to escape every now and then.

His health is getting worse every year.

He often thought that she would be very happy if he died.

"Third Master, it's time to take your medicine." Special Assistant Xu Ze handed him the various types of pills, holding a cup of warm water in his hand.

Just as Mo Beichen was about to raise his hand to answer it, he received a MMS message on his phone.

In the 21st century, with the development of science and technology, few people use SMS, not to mention MMS. Most of the time, people will choose WeChat or QQ, which are more cost-effective.

An ominous premonition suddenly arose in my mind.

My heart aches.

Mo Beichen's intuition told him that something big might have happened!

He opened the MMS and it was a video.

"what--"

Qiao Wangshu's sharp and piercing screams filled the entire ward, and Mo Beichen's already pale face turned pale without a trace of blood.

Xu Ze was so frightened by the shrill scream that his hands were shaking. He sprinkled the pills and warm water, his voice trembling: "Third Master, this is..."

The video has been edited.

Qiao Wangshu was stabbed with needles, had his fingernails and toenails pulled out, was whipped, electroshocked, and had his tongue cut out...

A night of torture was cut into just a few tens of seconds, and every frame was bloody and horrifying to the extreme.

The bloody storm in Mo Beichen's eyes was like the fire of red lotus, and his whole body exuded a bloodthirsty low pressure.

There was a "ding" sound.

The strange number sent another text message: [Tianjin Nangang Wharf, come alone within three hours, otherwise I will not guarantee the safety of your woman’s life]

Without any hesitation, Mo Beichen threw back the quilt and got out of bed.

Xu Ze hurriedly ran after him.

The door of the ward opened, and two black-clad bodyguards blocked Mo Beichen's way. One of them bravely dissuaded him, "Third Master, Fourth Master has told you not to leave the hospital. Your body..."

"Get out!" Mo Beichen's voice was low and gloomy, and the protruding blue veins on his forehead formed a sharp contrast with his cold white skin. He was like a demon in the dark night, who would kill anyone who stood in his way!

How could the bodyguards left by Mo Beixiao stop Mo Beichen? He quickly took out his cell phone and called Mo Beixiao.

Mo Beichen, wearing loose pajamas from the hospital, drove quickly and headed straight for the Nangang Wharf in Tianjin.

Beijing is adjacent to Tianjin. It is not a long drive from the current location of the hospital to the Nangang Wharf in Tianjin. If there is no traffic jam, it can be reached in more than two hours by highway.

Mo Beichen drove very fast all the way and arrived at the destination in an hour and a half.

Autumn is getting stronger.

It's even cooler at the seaside.

Mo Beichen got out of the car and saw the person dear to his heart from afar.

At this time, Qiao Wangshu was hanging in the air by a crane, with a vast ocean under his feet.

The waves are rolling and danger is lurking everywhere.

Qiao Wangshu was covered in blood.

The high ponytail was messy.

The clothes were in tatters.

The nails on my hands and feet are gone.

His body was covered with whip wounds.

……

Dying.

Not in human form.

Mo Beichen's heart felt like it was pierced by countless sharp blades, causing him unprecedented pain.

He approached the dock quickly.

On both sides stood two rows of men in black holding steel pipes.

With every step he took, steel pipes would hit him hard.

The sea breeze is salty.

Qiao Wangshu, who had fainted from the pain, slowly opened her eyes and saw the man running towards her step by step. Tears burst out of her eyes. Her tongue was cut, and she could only make a sound of "Ahhh..." with her mouth open, unable to utter a single word. She shook her head desperately, shouting in her heart: "Go! Mo Beichen, go, go, don't come over here..."

The man walked towards the dock step by step, firmly.

The wounds on his body were getting more and more numerous and more and more serious.

Qiao Wangshu burst into tears.

Suddenly I remembered the first time I saw him. He was wearing a simple black suit, and his cold white skin gave people a strong sense of yandere. He was tall and long-legged, handsome and evil, with a pair of dark eyes as deep as a cold pond. He exuded a strong low pressure all over his body, and his aura was so strong that it was terrifying.

The Mohist family is one of the top chaebol families in the capital.

How much assets does he have exactly? Outsiders do not know.

There are many rumors about the Mohist School. The most outrageous one is that there is serious internal strife among the Mohist School. Most of the men in the Mohist School have short lives, and women who marry into the Mohist School rarely die of natural causes.

Mo Beichen brought people to the Qiao family, offered a betrothal gift, and asked her father to marry her to him.

My father did not dare to offend him and accepted the marriage with trepidation and fear.

Qiao Wangshu was not willing to marry him.

Yes, she was afraid of him.

Regardless of her wishes, her father sent her to stay at the Mo family for a while, under the pretext of fostering affection.

This training lasted for five years.

She is Mo Beichen's publicly acknowledged fiancée.

She is the object of envy and jealousy of countless girls in Beijing.

Although the rumors about the Mo family were very strange, with the position of the third wife of the Mo family, Mo Beichen's stunning face, superior body proportions, and the thunderous skills he showed in the capital circle at a young age, countless wealthy ladies have been scrambling to get into Mo Beichen's bed. He has power, capital, and looks. Even if marrying him would shorten one's life, many women would rush to get close to him.

But she just wanted to escape, just wanted freedom.

five years.

She watched helplessly as Mo Beichen's health deteriorated day by day, and she knew that she had a lot to do with it. Every time she planned to escape, she would cook for him. She would take advantage of him going to the hospital and the Mo family's lax defense to escape from him again and again.

Five years ago he was really tall, handsome and rich.

The man in front of me...

He was still handsome, still tall, and still rich, but his health was too poor and he was too thin. He was so thin that there was almost no flesh on his face and body.

Solid steel pipes rained down on him.

He had some reservations in his heart and had no intention of fighting back. He just walked towards her step by step.

The blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth, which was particularly glaring against his cold white skin. His blue and white hospital gown was completely soaked with blood.

His steps were getting slower and slower.

Yet he remained steadfast.

His slender figure could not bend his proud character even after being hit hard countless times.

Qiao Wangshu's tears kept rolling down.

Why is this man so stupid?

She didn't like him at all and had hurt him countless times, so why was he so obsessed with her? Why was he so good to her? Even at the cost of his own life for her?

Mo Beichen, you are such a fool!

……

at last.

Mo Beichen, covered in blood, walked onto the deck of the dock.

at the same time.

The buckle of the crane loosened, and Qiao Wangshu, who was hanging in the air, fell rapidly.

"Boom..."

The fishy and salty sea water rushed into my facial features.

Qiao Wangshu's hands and feet were tied up, and he was unable to save himself. He could only watch his bruised and battered body continue to fall.

Mo Beichen still jumped into the sea without any hesitation.