Forced to become his stand-in wife

When he arrived at the destination, the assistant carefully parked the car. He turned his head to look at Qin Muyang, only to see that his right hand was propping his forehead, his eyebrows were wrinkled, and his face was paler than before.

"Boss Qin..." the assistant called him.

Qin Muyang raised his eyes and asked hoarsely, "Have you arrived yet?"

"Here we are." The assistant said as he unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car. He walked to the back seat and opened the door.

After Qin Muyang got out of the car, he staggered weakly twice, as if his assistant helped him in time to avoid falling to the ground.

"Boss Qin, why don't I take you to the hospital first?"

He is Qin Muyang's assistant. Apart from assisting him in his work, the most important thing is to take care of his body.

Qin Muyang's body was too cold, and there was almost no warmth in his hands. He held his hands tightly, but he couldn't warm them up.

"No, go upstairs first." Qin Muyang's temper is very stubborn, and he will always insist on what he decides.

The assistant knew that he had this kind of personality, so he didn't dare to speak anymore, so he could only support Qin Muyang firmly and help him upstairs.

It was an old apartment with gray walls covered with moss and grime.

Not far from the apartment is a garbage dump. Because of the rain these days, the garbage is soaked by the rain and emits a rancid smell. Walking into the corridor, the stench can't go away.

Several wild dogs in the surrounding area rummaged around the garbage dump for food, and several night cats barked.

The corridor was very dark, and the lights were out of order, flashing twice from time to time, making a weird rattling noise.

The environment was so bad that the assistant couldn't help frowning and subconsciously looked at Qin Muyang.

I really don't know what Mr. Qin is doing in such a poor place.

Qin Muyang's face remained unchanged, this kind of place reminded him of the dilapidated place Ling Qiu rented when he fled to S city a few years ago.

He still laughed at him at the time, renting a kennel.

I didn't expect City C to have such a broken place, not much better than City S.

There is no elevator in the dilapidated apartment building, and the only way to go upstairs is to climb up on foot. In the quiet corridor, there are only the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground and panting.

Fortunately, the corridor is not high, so the man lived on the fifth floor.

After arriving, Qin Muyang took out his mobile phone to confirm the address again and again, and after confirming, he knocked on the closed door.

This is the third day, the day to give Mr. Zhang an answer.

Throughout the whole day, Ling Qiu lived in fear, afraid that Mr. Zhang would find him here.The daughter also saw that his complexion was not good, and followed him with the doll in her arms.

"Dad, are you sick?"

Ling Qiu smiled bitterly, unable to bear to make Qi Qi worry.

"No, Dad was just thinking about work."

He hasn't gone to work for more than ten days, and now his daughter needs money.

Tuition and medical expenses accounted for two major parts, plus milk powder money, [-] to [-] each a month, which is not enough.

The daughter walked up to him in a small step, held his hand on his knee, and said softly, "Dad, my body is already healed, you don't have to worry about me anymore, you can go to work, and Xiqi is obediently in the kindergarten , I have children with me."

The child's voice flowed through his heart like a glass of warm water. He raised his hand and touched his daughter's head, smiling silently.

The daughter is really too sensible, so sensible that he feels distressed.

For a child as old as her, when she is sick, she rests at home and is accompanied by her father.

At this time, Fu Tingxuan called him and told him that Mr. Zhang's matter had been resolved and he would not pester him again.

Ling Qiu clenched the phone tightly, and the nerves that had been tense for several days loosened one by one.

He said thank you several times in a row, and expressed his sympathy for Xia Yang's situation.

Fu Tingxuan was always very perfunctory with Xia Yang's topics, so he quickly changed the subject and asked, "Is Qiqi's birthday coming soon?"

"Well, next Tuesday, there are five more days."

Fu Tingxuan said happily: "Then I went to City C for a few days."

Every time Xiqi passed his life, Fu Tingxuan and Xia Yang would take time to see him.

Speaking of which, he hasn't seen Xia Yang for eight months, and he doesn't know how he is now.

Thinking of seeing Xia Yang next week, Ling Qiu was also a little happy.

"Then you and Xia Yang come early, I'm going to order something to eat."

"Xia Yang said it's okay if he doesn't come."

"why?"

"I don't know much about work."

There was a sense of loss in Ling Qiu's downcast eyes, and after the call ended, he still hadn't recovered from the loss.

Every year when Qiqi passed his life, Xia Yang would take the time to come, no matter what he was doing?Will make time for that day...

Why not this time?

Ling Qiu's fingers trembled a little, but he didn't seem to notice it.

He called Xia Yang, and it was the same as before, and the phone was turned off again.

Qiqi looked at the confusion in his big eyes.

"Father, is the godfather coming?" The big dark eyes were also full of disappointment.

"Well, your godfather is busy... Maybe he won't be able to spare that day, but he will definitely make up for Qiqi."

Qiqi lowered her head in disappointment, stroking the doll's hair with her small hand.

Ling Qiu didn't know how to comfort his daughter, he glanced at the time, it was already 11:30, it was time to make lunch at this time.

He got up and said, "Qiqi, you are playing here, Dad is going to make lunch."

The little girl let out a sullen "Yeah."

Ling Qiu got up and went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator and look at the ingredients inside.

There are two tomatoes and three eggs, and a handful of noodles left in the refrigerator.

Ling Qiu made a decision on the spot and made tomato egg noodle soup.

Like his godfather Xia Yang, his daughter prefers to eat.

Just about to knock on the eggs, there was a knock on the door outside.

Ling Qiu panicked and trembled, the egg liquid accidentally slipped out of the bowl.

How could anyone look for him at this time?Could it be Mr. Zhang?But didn't Fu Tingxuan tell him that it was resolved?

Ling Qiu felt uneasy, and the people outside knocked twice again.

The daughter ran over, "Dad, there is a knock on the door outside."

Qi Qi thought he didn't hear it, so she obediently ran over to remind him.

Ling Qiu pressed the phone to the alarm state, as long as the gap is wrong, the phone can make a call.

After making preparations, Ling Qiu wiped his hands and went to open the door.

He lives in an old apartment, and the door is just an ordinary iron door without peepholes.

Ling Qiu walked to the door and called out: "Who is it?"

Standing outside, Qin Muyang's body froze suddenly, and his drowsy head woke up suddenly after hearing this voice.

This voice has been with him for more than ten years, even in his dreams now, it often reminds him of it in his ears at midnight.

Qin Muyang's eyes suddenly turned red, and his heart felt like being bitten by ants. The pain was dense and painful, and the pain spread to every corner of his body, and even the pain twitched in between.

He clenched his hands tightly, stifling his trembling breathing.

Ling Qiu, Lin Qiu, have similar names, similar personalities, even the same voice, who else would it be?

- The assistant next to him also noticed Qin Muyang's strange emotion.

"Boss Qin, this..."

He pointed to the closed door.

Qin Muyang raised his hand and put his palm on the door. The person he was thinking about day and night might be inside this door.

——The distance between the door, the scarlet eyes with dark depths, as if looking inside through this door.

"You knock."

The assistant paused, and he knocked, what if the door doesn't open?

The assistant could only bite the bullet and made up a lie.

"Mr. Lin, can you open the door? I'm your downstairs neighbor."

After a while, there was movement from inside, and the doorknob cracked open a crack.

Ling Qiu opened the door cautiously, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw a young guy standing outside.

He narrowed his eyes and only saw the assistant, but not Qin Muyang who was hiding beside him.

It was too late until it was discovered.

Qin Muyang didn't blink his eyes, staring straight inside, afraid that if he blinked for a second, he would miss the figure inside.

When he saw half of the face of the person inside, at that moment he suddenly felt that the breathing around him was weak.

The oxygen seemed to be decreasing little by little. It was the pain of suffocation, which he couldn't describe.

"Ling Qiu!" It was an excited shout out of tune.

Ling Qiu's whole body felt cold, and the heat seemed to escape from his body all at once.

He thought he was too cold and had auditory hallucinations, but when he turned his head to look at the source of the sound, he realized that he was not having a nightmare.

Qin Muyang was really standing in front of him.

Ling Qiu's heart throbbed violently, his mind went blank, and his ears were buzzing.

The memories that had been forcibly sealed in dust, like a burst balloon, piled up in front of his eyes.

If Ling Qiu's voice is the existence that Qin Muyang haunts and dreams about, then Qin Muyang is a nightmare that haunts Ling Qiu's life.

He closed the door almost subconsciously, but it was too late...

Qin Muyang had spotted his movement a long time ago, seeing that he was about to close the door, he immediately stretched out his hand.

Hearing only a click, Qin Muyang groaned in pain.

Because Ling Qiu was nervous, he used [-]% of his strength to close the door, and with the weight of the iron door, one can imagine the clamp.

Qin Muyang's hand was already purple and bloody, and one hand was pawing at the edge of the door in a distorted appearance.

Ling Qiu looked at his pinched purplish red hand, his eyes widened, he didn't know whether to let go or keep it like this.

If you don't let go, Qin Muyang's hand will be useless, but if you let go, you will have to face him.

The assistant was stunned at the side, and said anxiously: "Sir, please send the door away... Our boss's hand is going to be cut off by you!"

Ling Qiu's face turned pale, and he looked away: "I'll let go of the door, you guys go."

Qin Muyang tremblingly said: "If you want me to leave you now... then I might as well be held between your hands like this all the time, at least I can still look at you... You also leave me

Qin Muyang looked at Ling Qiu full of nostalgia, even if his hand hurts, at least it could remind him that everything now is not a dream.

Ling Qiu moved the door, Qin Muyang snorted, but still didn't let go.

Ling Qiu was anxious and frightened, his body couldn't stop shaking.

He was very close to Qin Muyang, and he could hear his panting, as well as the anxious voice of the assistant beside him.

What should he do?Why has he been hiding from left to right for so many years, but this person still refuses to let him go?

He just wants to live a peaceful life with his daughter and not to provoke anyone anymore. Why can't such a humble wish come true? Does Qin Muyang want to force him to death?

"Ling Qiu, I won't let go. You can either pinch off my hand and close the door alive, or open the door and let me see you. I will never do anything to you..." Qin Muyang's voice was hoarse, but It's not hard to hear the longing in his heart.

For more than three years, he really didn't know how he survived...