Chapter 14 Save Me

• An Xiaoxiao snapped out of her drug-induced haze.
• In the enclosed space and with an unfamiliar man pressing down on her, waves of terror and helplessness came crashing over her threatening to drown her.
• “Save me, daddy. Save me!”
• Calling out for her father's help was an instinctive response in such a dire situation.
• She had lost her mother at a very young age so every time she felt like she was in danger, she naturally called out for her father.
• But never once did he ever appear.
• Truly afraid, An Xiaoxiao felt tears escape her eyes as she sobbed, “Please save me.”
• Mr. He gripped her wrists tightly as he chuckled. “It's no use, little darling. Don't you know that your father has already gifted you to me? I even gave him fifty million! You cost me quite a bit but seeing as how you're so pretty, I guess it's worth it. Now, let me enjoy you!”
• An Xiaoxiao could not believe her ears.
• My father has given me to this man? No, to be more accurate, the word is 'sold'. My father has sold me off.
• An Xiaoxiao knew that her father did not like her nor did he treat her well.
• Despite how sad she had felt, she had always held hope that one day, they would go back to how they were before.
• In her heart, An Qingshan was her father and they had a connection that was bound by blood.
• But right at that very moment, she gave up all hope and her love for him died.
• Daddy, are you really that heartless? Do you really hate me that much?
• In despair, An Xiaoxiao shut her eyes and her struggling stopped.
• Knowing that her own father had abandoned her, she gave up.
• Noting that An Xiaoxiao was finally calming down, Mr. He released her wrists.
• “Don't worry, little darling, I'll treat you well.”
• Bang!
• A loud crash sounded through the room and Mr. He twisted around to look.
• At that moment, he thought he was looking at the Devil himself.
• A thick wave of death seemed to sweep across the suite.
• Mr. He sucked in his breath as he stared with wide eyes at Satan walking towards him, an aura of murderous bloodlust around him.
• It felt like he was seeing his own death.
• Thud!
• Another loud sound as Mr. He was shoved to the ground.
• Soon after, his pained wails rang out along with the sounds of kicking and punching.
• Zhan Lengrui bent down and scooped An Xiaoxiao up before striding towards the door.
• As he walked past his bodyguards, he issued a command in an eerily low, cold voice, “Beat him to death.”
• “Yes, sir!” the five bodyguards Zhan Lengrui had brought with him chorused.
• Zhan Lengrui did not bother looking at Mr. He as the fat man's cries filled the room.
• Carrying An Xiaoxiao in his arms, he made his way to the top floor where his own personal presidential suite was located. Stepping inside, he made a beeline for the bathroom.
• She was completely covered in that disgusting man's stench and he was sure she could not stand it.
• I have to clean her.
• “Hot. It's so unbearable,” mumbled An Xiaoxiao.
• Whether despair or sadness, she felt neither. The suffering she was feeling was overwhelming everything else.
• An Xiaoxiao hugged Zhan Lengrui tighter as she whimpered about how uncomfortable she was.
• Zhan Lengrui's body stiffened.