Bringing the Nation's Husband Home - Chapter 582

Chapter 582

Chapter 582: The Things She Didn't Know (13)

Translator: Paperplane  Editor: DarkGem

Eventually, Zhao Meng could only gently cover Qiao Anhao with the duvets . "I'll go get you some dinner . Get some rest . "

Qiao Anhao responded with a quiet grunt .

With Zhao Meng out, the room was terrifyingly silent . Qiao Anhao could hear the faint sound of her own breathing . She laid there for a long time before slowly curling her body into itself . Then, with her head buried under the covers, she quietly called out, "Lu Jinnian . "

Her response was a silent room .

A single tear seeped out from Qiao Anhao's eyes, but the corner of her lips was still gently curved up .

You, who I love the most . . . I'll continue to work hard to find you .

Perhaps, I'll never be able to see you in my life, but looking for you is the only thing that keeps us connected .

And so, I'll never give up .

Perhaps, we really will meet one day, and we may already have white hair and no teeth .

But, that's all right . I still want to find you .

You took regret and despair away with you, and left me with the courage and endurance to wait .

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When Zhao Meng returned, Qiao Anhao had already fallen asleep . She didn't wake her up and put her dinner in the thermal container .

The temporary rooms that had been built for the set were far from a hotel . They didn't even have television . Zhao Meng always liked to sleep late and sit in bed browsing websites on her own, but eventually, she'd get bored, then turn off the lights and fall asleep .

In the middle of the night, whilst Qiao Anhao was asleep, she suddenly felt someone move her duvet . She assumed it was Zhao Meng, so she kept her eyes shut and murmured, "Stop messing around" .

Then she reached her arm out and slapped the hand that moved her duvet . The hand felt extremely thick and the knuckles were big . It was completely different from Zhao Meng's delicate and soft small hands . In that instant, Qiao Anhao's eyes suddenly shot wide open and she was completely awake .

The room was pitch-black, but with the faint moonlight from the windows, she could see a figure next to her bed . Because it was dim, she couldn't clearly make out the person's face, but she could definitely tell it was a man .

Qiao Anhao's body quivered, and she quickly sat up in her bed . "Who are you?"

That man didn't think that she would suddenly wake up . His hand, which was searching by her pillow for something, suddenly paused . He then reached his arm out in a panic, covering her mouth with a palm, and pushed her whole body back under the covers .

Qiao Anhao only just about made in time to let out a short shriek, before it turned into a weak whining sound .

The man had covered her mouth with an enormous amount of strength . He pressed so hard on her nose that she couldn't breathe . With a will to cry for help, she reached her hand out to grab his arm, and with all her might, she pinched him hard .

When Qiao Anhao pinched with great force, the man groaned in pain and slightly loosened his hand on her mouth for a moment . She immediately tried to call Zhao Meng, who was dead asleep next to them, but in the end, she could only cry a single word, "Zhao" before the man ruthlessly pressed his hand against her face . He then pulled the pillow from under her head in a swoop and savagely pressed it hard on top of her face .

The pillow was exceptionally soft, and so under the man's forceful press, Qiao Anhao was completely smothered until she couldn't breathe . Her hands stretched out in a struggle, when suddenly, she heard a muffled sound . Then, the pressure from her face disappeared .