Chapter 80 - Sleeping In His Bed (1/2)

Chapter 80: Sleeping In His Bed

Ning Mufan frowned. When he went downstairs, the servant told him fearfully, “Two people broke in, Young Master. I’ve already called the police.”

Ning Mufan looked at the two people downstairs and saw a man wearing a mask and a cleanly-pressed suit. Behind him was He Lei, one of Jiang Shaocheng’s lapdogs. “Don’t you know you’re trespassing on private property? This isn’t the Jiang household. How dare you barge into my house in your master’s absence? Do the Jiangs have no regard for the law?”

“Bold of you to say that when you kidnapped our young mistress,” He Lei shot back.

The masked man lost his patience and strode upstairs. Ning Mufan blocked him, and received a punch to his face. His hand flew to his mouth and came away bloody. His eyes turned cold. “Who are you?” he demanded. “If Jiang Shaocheng wants his wife, let him come get her himself!”

The masked man sneered and fixed Ning Mufan with an icy, dark stare. He went straight to the guest room to find his wife. When he saw her sleeping on the bed, Jiang Shaocheng felt as if his heart had been stabbed. She had come here–heedless of the consequences–to see Ning Mufan and sleep in his bed? He clenched his fists and lifted the blanket, intending to carry her off.

“Put her down. You can’t take her away without her consent!” Ning Mufan rushed into the room and grabbed his arm to stop him from picking up Tang Qiu.

Jiang Shaocheng’s visage contorted in anger behind his mask. He set Tang Qiu down and seized Ning Mufan by the throat, intending to choke him to death. Tang Qiu was his– and Ning Mufan was less than nothing.

“Let… go…” Ning Mufan wheezed out, face turning red. He hadn’t expected that this man would be out for his death.

The commotion finally woke Tang Qiu up. She opened her eyes and saw a masked man trying to strangle Ning Mufan. Instantly alert, she screamed hoarsely, “Who are you? Let go of him!”

Instead of letting go, the masked man tightened his grip. Ning Mufan’s face had gone purple. In a moment of desperation, she picked up the bedside lamp and hurled it at the masked man.

The lamp shattered and crashed to the ground.

The man whirled around. Tang Qiu flinched back at his murderous, dark gaze. “Let him go! Murder is a crime. Why can’t you talk things over calmly?”

The man stared at her, his eyes hurt and angry. He released Ning Mufan and closed in on her.