Chapter 292 Nausea

"If I hadn't rescued you from the lake, you would have drowned long ago!" Murong Cheng looked at her with a sneer, "Why, is this how you thank your savior?"

Mu Zi regained consciousness and realized that what Murong Cheng said was that Mu Ling pushed her into the artificial lake. At that time, it was indeed Murong Cheng who saved her.

But she mistakenly thought that...

mistook it for...

Mu Zi was stunned, completely dumbfounded.

Murong Cheng let go of her, turned around and picked up the necklace on the ground, and fastened it around Mu Zi's neck again.

The cold touch made Mu Zi shiver, and she felt a chill in her heart, as if she was not wearing a necklace, but a collar and a lock! It symbolizes humiliation and depravity!

"I don't want to wear it! I hate necklaces!" Muzi lost control of her emotions, she grabbed the necklace around her neck and threw it out!

The necklace was torn off, and the moment it was thrown out, a scarlet bloodstain was scratched on her snow-white neck, which was shocking.

Murong Cheng's breathing was stagnant, and his heart ached beyond measure.

All his anger disappeared, only heartache remained, he hugged Muzi and shouted: "Are you crazy?! Don't you know it hurts!"

Mu Zi closed her eyes, tears fell silently, "I hate necklaces..."

When Murong Cheng saw her like this, his heart ached and he was irritable and furious. He couldn't bear to get angry at her any longer, so he got up and went to search for the medicine box, took the ointment and gauze and came back to apply medicine to Mu Zi.

Seeing her crying miserably, the anger has long since disappeared without a trace.

"I don't want a necklace, so what do you want?" He asked softly while applying medicine to stop her bleeding, his tone was as soft as coaxing a child, "...rings, bracelets, earrings?"

"As long as it's from you, I don't want any of it." Mu Zi replied in a cool tone.

"Zizi, are you angry with me?" Murong Cheng's mood improved inexplicably, and a wicked smile appeared on his thin lips, "But I just wanted to send you off, what should I do?"

Mu Zi opened her eyes, the sockets of her eyes were flushed from crying, although she had stopped her tears, her pupils were still covered with watery light, clear and bright, full of splinters.

"Murong Cheng." She called his name seriously, "You should give it to your fiancée."

Murong Cheng's expression froze for a moment.

He frowned, and continued to apply the ointment to her wound little by little, "Who told you?"

Mu Zi pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Heard it from the Gu family?" Murong Cheng guessed.

The outside world only thinks that the Patriarch of the Huo family is called Huo Rong, but the people of the four major families know very well that the surname of Huo, the Patriarch, is not legitimate.

Murong Cheng finished the medicine for Mu Zi, straightened the collar of the skirt, and buttoned it up, then sat on the single sofa beside Mu Zi, picked up the half-smoked cigarette just now.

He took a puff and slowly exhaled the smoke, his expression was obscured in the fog, a little solemn and a little cold.

"I do have a fiancee." He said, "but it's a cooperation of interests, involving the Huo family's family affairs, I didn't intend to tell you."

Mu Zi felt a chill in her heart...

A bone-piercing chill spread along her limbs, making her almost shiver.

He admitted it.

He has a fiancee.

No matter what the excuse is, it cannot change the fact that he has a fiancée.

Mu Zi suddenly felt sick!

She was so sick she wanted to gag!

"Does she know me?" Mu Zi asked, her voice was ethereal, like a ghost in the cold night, with a cold air.

Murong Cheng frowned and asked, "Who?"

"Your fiancee."

"Zizi, the matter between the two of us has nothing to do with her." Murong Cheng took her hand, held it in his palm, and told her earnestly and clearly, "It was expedient to get engaged to her at the beginning, and the Huo family was involved. Internal stakes, she has her own lover, our engagement will be broken sooner or later."