Forced to become his stand-in wife

"Mu Yang, are you out of school yet?" Ling Qiu held the phone tightly, his knuckles turned white, and there was undisguised anticipation in his tone.

Today is the seventh day of November, which is Qin Muyang's 20th birthday. He called the school early to ask for leave, and prepared a table of dishes at home. He also bought a cake and carefully hid it, ready to wait Surprise him when he gets home.

"What's the matter?" Qin Muyang's tone was a little impatient, and he felt that Ling Qiu's slow talk all day long was very annoying.

"I just want to ask when you will come back for dinner. I have prepared your favorite boiled water..."

"I'm not coming back for dinner tonight."

Qin Muyang's cold voice on the other end of the phone interrupted his unfinished sentence.

Ling Qiu's throat choked, he lowered his eyes to look at his toes, his body trembled slightly, he had been looking forward to this day a month ago, he didn't want to give up.

"But today is yours..."

"Also, I'm bringing my friends here tonight, so get out and sleep, if I come back and see you, you're dead!"

Before finishing a sentence, he was interrupted again, Ling Qiu opened his mouth, but a busy tone came from the phone, and his heart ached terribly.

Every time Qin Muyang brought a friend home, he would drive him out, fearing that he would lose face.

He had long been used to his indifference, and was prepared for such a result, but when he heard the indifferent voice on the phone, he still cried uncontrollably.

He knew that he had always hated him, because he was recruited by the Qin family to be Qin Muyang's child bride-in-law. The two had lived together for five years, but no one at school knew about his relationship with him.

Ling Qiu returned to the house and put the cakes and gifts he had bought in advance on the table, looking at the table of dishes he had carefully prepared, he lost his appetite in an instant.

He lowered his eyes sadly, untied his apron, put on his coat and shoes, took the key and went out the door in a daze.

Ling Qiu didn't go far when he went out, because he found that he forgot to take the money, even his mobile phone.

He didn't dare to go back to get the money, for he was afraid that he would run into Qin Muyang when he returned home.

Ling Qiu didn't have any money with him and didn't dare to go far, and he was too embarrassed to sit in a restaurant, so he walked alone on the street. As it got darker and the street lights gradually turned on, he sat on the side of the road, blowing the cold wind, his eyes closed. Wet and dry, dry and wet, facing the dim light, sang a happy birthday song with trembling voice.

His voice was choked to the point where he was tone deaf, and there was a bit of loneliness in this night.

It's winter in November, and the cold wind blows on the face, it hurts like a knife cut, Ling Qiu's face was already white, but now it's even whiter to transparent, even his lips lost their color.

He walked into a supermarket to keep warm, wandered around until the supermarket closed at eleven o'clock, and then walked out helplessly, and walked towards home with his arms folded.

After returning to the community, he found that the lights at home had been turned off, and there were no extra cars in the parking lot outside the villa. Qin Muyang's friends must have left.

Ling Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, this time should not have passed the early morning, and he could still say happy birthday to Qin Muyang's closed bedroom door.

Thinking of him curling the corners of his lips, a smile immediately appeared on his face, and he took out the key quietly and opened the door with light steps.

The room was pitch black, and you couldn't see your fingers. Fortunately, Ling Qiu was very familiar with this place and could enter in the dark. He took off his shoes and groped in with his bare feet.

When he was about to enter the living room, he saw a faint light coming from inside, the smile on Ling Qiu's face instantly faded, and he became a little pale.

With the faint light, he saw the two people on the sofa who were entangled with each other. One was Qin Muyang, whom he knew all too well, and the man under him...

The candlelight flickered in the living room, Ling Qiu gritted his teeth tightly, at this moment he had already forgotten Qin Muyang's reminder to him on the phone, he froze in place, as if his blood had frozen instantly, and a strong sense of suffocation suddenly hit him He couldn't breathe.

Qin Muyang let go of the people under him, and raised his hand to turn on the light. When he saw Ling Qiu, he pursed his thin lips, his dark eyes were cold, and the depths of his eyes were full of anger.

"Why is he here? And the keys to your house?" The boy sitting on the sofa obviously hadn't reacted yet, he looked at Ling Qiu and questioned Qin Muyang.

"Qiao Ying, listen to my explanation..."

Qin Muyang looked flustered and wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start or how to explain.

A discerning person could tell at a glance that the relationship between Ling Qiu and Qin Muyang was unusual, the atmosphere suddenly became cold and silent, Qiao Ying stood up from the sofa, "It's already late today, I'm going back."

Qin Muyang chased after him, knowing that it was impossible to keep Qiao Ying, he held his hand tightly: "I'll see you off...how about we stay in a hotel together?"

"No need, I've asked the driver to pick me up." Qiao Ying said coldly, then flung Qin Muyang's hand away and rushed out the door.

Qin Muyang also hurriedly chased after him.

For a moment, Ling Qiu was the only one left in the huge living room. Ling Qiu stared blankly at the messy sofa, feeling his heart was being strangled and he couldn't breathe. The blood on his face was even more terrifying. The speed disappeared, leaving a face as pale as paper.

Is it snowing outside?How can it be so cold?

It was the first time he had seen Qin Muyang so anxious and flustered to explain that all this was for that man, that man named Qiao Ying.

In fact, he has long known that Qin Muyang has someone he likes. He is not surprised that this person is Qiao Ying. Once, he saw Qiao Ying's photo on his mobile phone.

Ling Qiu staggered over, tidying up the wrinkled sofa coat while weeping uncontrollably.

Tears dripped on it, and it was stained with water stains. He didn't want to cry, but he felt really uncomfortable. He liked Qin Muyang and loved him like his life.

When Ling Qiu was seven years old, the Qin family took him back from the orphanage to the Qin family's ancestral house. Ever since he met Qin Muyang there, he has been thinking about the two of them being together.

Ling Qiu remembered that at that time, Qin Muyang always bullied him, either locking him in a small dark room or pushing him into a stinky ditch.

At first, he was not very willing to be with Qin Muyang, but for some reason, he began to like to follow him more and more, and even liked to curl up in Qin Muyang's bed when he slept at night.

After Qin Muyang left, he was still crying and wanted to marry him. He had been thinking about this for 12 years.

The loud sound of closing the door interrupted Ling Qiu's brief memories. Ling Qiu raised his head and met Qin Muyang. At this moment, his eyes were icy cold, and there was a chill and anger on his face that he had never seen before.

Qin Muyang rushed up and slapped Ling Qiu down on the sofa, then grabbed the hair at the back of his head and pressed him on the sofa, saying coldly: "Ling Qiu, you didn't understand what I said on the phone. ? Still don’t have a long memory?”

The cold words were thrown like ice scum, Ling Qiu was so cold that he shivered.

The half of the face that was slapped by Qin Muyang was in hot pain, and a bloody smell came from his mouth, Ling Qiu swallowed the salty blood.

"Mu Yang, don't be angry, I was wrong..."

Qin Mu raised his hand and slapped Ling Qiu's unfinished begging for mercy into his stomach.

"You think it's over if you make a mistake?" He pinched Ling Qiu's chin fiercely, smiling like a ghost crawling out of hell.

In order for him to make sufficient preparations for tonight, he waited for Qiao Ying for so many years, and finally tricked this high mountain flower back home, but because of this person, all plans were shattered.

He really wished he could strangle him to death with one hand, Qin Muyang did not conceal his anger and hatred, his fists were clenched and slapped Ling Qiu mercilessly with the wind of fists.

Qin Muyang had learned Sanda and had participated in competitions and won prizes, but Ling Qiu's thin body couldn't bear it a few times.

While moaning in pain, he held back the severe pain and used his hands and feet to hide to the side. Unexpectedly, his body was suspended in the air and fell to the cold floor with a bang.

It was so painful, it was as if my body had been torn apart.

Qin Muyang's pitch-black eyes were full of evil, and he grabbed the hair at the back of his head with one hand and forcibly pulled him up.

"You're capable, Ling Qiu, you know you're hiding when I hit you."

凌秋眼中越发的胆怯，他爱秦暮阳但同样也怕他，和他生活的这五年里他不知道挨了他多少揍，而每一次他都是默默承受不还手也不会躲。

"It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't have a long memory!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Muyang grabbed Ling Qiu's neck.

"Hmm..." Ling Qiu was slightly suffocated, his face was stained with a thin layer of red, he opened his mouth, he couldn't breathe, like a fish that was brought ashore.

Qin Muyang watched Ling Qiu shake and struggle with cold eyes, the corners of his eyes were slightly wet, a violent factor suddenly rose in his heart, he grabbed Ling Qiu by the neck and dragged him to the basement.

The one locked in the basement was a Tibetan Mastiff, and Qin Muyang knew what he was going to do when he brought him here.

Like a bucket of cold water being poured on his head, Ling Qiu tightly grasped Qin Muyang's clothes with trembling hands, his voice full of desperate pain.

"Muyang, I was wrong, I dare not! Please... please don't lock me here..."

Qin Muyang listened to his trembling begging for mercy, a cruel sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, he pressed the door opening button on the wall to take him to the stairs and threw him off the stairs mercilessly.

The force was so great that Ling Qiu directly hit the railing, a piece of skin on his forehead was knocked off and dripping with blood.

Ling Qiu hugged his head and rolled down the stairs. He was so painful that he curled up on the cold ground, and then looked at Qin Muyang who was standing tall upstairs.

"Ling Qiu, take it easy here!"

Ling Qiu only felt a sharp stabbing pain in his ears, followed by non-stop beeping, but at the moment he had no time to care about that, he used his hands and feet to climb up the stairs.

Kneeling humbly on the ground, begging hissingly: "Mu Yang, please don't lock me up."

The blood on his forehead had already flowed into his eyes, and the eyes were burning hot, Ling Qiu reached out to wipe off the water stains on his face, his face was a mess.

Facing Ling Qiu who was covered in blood, Qin Muyang showed no pity in his eyes, he turned around and pressed against the wall, and the cage that closed the Tibetan mastiff opened.

Ling Qiu looked behind him in fear, and when he turned his head again, only Qin Muyang's cold back and the slowly closing door remained.

The moment the iron gate was closed, as if the two worlds were completely separated, Ling Qiu suddenly lost his strength and fell limp on the ground, looking at the dog that was getting closer and closer to him.