My husband disappeared after a flash marriage, but I am pregnant with his child

Chapter 113 Huo Yan is crazy

Mr. Huo, you think too much."

Qiao Qin's voice was as cold as ice, and her face was shrouded in an unprecedented sense of strangeness and alienation, as if the past between the two was separated by an invisible wall of ice.

"I just don't want to hurt my hand." Qiao Qin explained calmly, without a trace of emotion in her tone, as if she was just stating a fact.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and the atmosphere between the two became extremely tense, like a taut string that could break at any time.

At this moment, Huo Yan's voice broke the silence. He no longer pretended to be gentle, and his deep voice was filled with unquestionable toughness: "Qiao Qin, come back with me."

His tall figure was like a towering mountain, standing firmly at the door, as if he would stay here forever and would not leave as long as Qiao Qin did not agree.

Unfortunately, everything is a foregone conclusion.

Qiao Qin had already made up her mind. Huo Yan's previous deception was like a sharp blade, cutting off the last bit of trust in her heart.

Her voice was as cold as ice, without a trace of emotion: "Huo Yan, do you want to leave tactfully, or do you want me to call the security guard to ask you to leave?"

There was no room for maneuver in her words; they were like cold stone, hard and ruthless.

Huo Yan's brows were furrowed, and the dark color in his eyes was as heavy as the night. He suddenly reached out and tightly grasped Qiao Qin's slender wrist, and said in a low and firm voice: "Qiao Qin, follow me."

Qiao Qin struggled, her eyes full of determination and indomitable spirit.

She used all her strength to try to push Huo Yan away, but her strength seemed so insignificant in front of Huo Yan. Huo Yan was like a towering mountain. No matter how she struggled, he remained motionless and stood there firmly.

Qiao Qin clenched her teeth and was about to scream, her heart filled with fear and anxiety.

However, just as she was about to scream, a sudden pain broke out at the back of her neck, like a cold needle piercing her, making her feel dizzy instantly.

Then, everything in front of her seemed to be swallowed up by darkness. She felt her body gradually losing control until she was completely trapped in a chaotic darkness.

Qiao Qin's body fell limply, landing squarely in Huo Yan's arms.

He lowered his head, and his deep eyes flickered with an indescribable dark color, like the deepest stars in the night sky, with a bit of weirdness and morbidity.

His fingers gently stroked Qiao Qin's cheek, the touch was rough and warm, like touching a precious work of art.

His voice was low and hoarse, with an indescribable tenderness and domineering: "Xiao Qin, you are destined not to leave me, everything you have belongs to me."

......

The next morning, Qiao Qin slowly woke up in the hazy morning light. The familiar ceiling looked down at her quietly as usual.

However, an indescribable pain raged in her head, as if countless needles were piercing her nerves mercilessly. She struggled to recall what happened last night, and the vague yet profound memories gradually pieced together in her mind.

Huo Yan!

Her heart suddenly shook, and the name flashed through her mind like lightning.

Qiao Qin sat up suddenly and tried to get out of bed. However, as soon as she took a step, an invisible force held her firmly in place.

Qiao Qin was stunned for a moment, and lowered her head in confusion, only to see a golden chain tied around her ankle, which shone brightly in the sun. The other end of the chain was tightly buckled to the bed, and the length seemed to be the limit of her movement, just enough for her to go back and forth between the bed and the bathroom, but unable to let her touch the door to freedom.

This discovery made her heart sink to the bottom.

Qiao Qin's pupils suddenly dilated, and the disbelief was like a cold wind from the abyss, blowing through her astonished heart.

She lowered her head, her eyes fixed on the chain wrapped around her slender ankle. It was cold and heavy, like the ruthless bondage of fate. The last person Qiao Qin saw before she passed out was Huo Yan. Needless to say, one could guess who had put the chain on her foot.

Huo Yan, is he crazy?

This thought flashed through her mind like lightning, causing a stir.

But at this moment, the door that was originally closed suddenly made a dull sound and slowly opened.

Huo Yan appeared at the door, pushing a cart full of dishes. The steaming dishes gave off an alluring aroma under the lights. He had a faint smile on his face, and his deep eyes seemed to contain endless tenderness, as if nothing had happened before.

"Xiaoqin, come and eat something." His voice was like a spring breeze, soft and warm.

However, Qiao Qin's face was as cold as if covered by a severe winter, without a trace of warmth. She raised her hand and without hesitation, she suddenly threw the porcelain bowl in Huo Yan's hand.

"Crash-"

The crisp sound of shattering echoed in the quiet space, and the porcelain bowl broke into pieces in an instant. The boiling hot porridge flowed freely on the ground like an out-of-control waterfall.

Qiao Qin's voice became sharp and piercing at this moment, as if the anger that had been suppressed for a long time finally found an outlet to vent: "Huo Yan, what do you want? Let me out, I want to leave this damn place now!"

Huo Yan was slightly startled by her reaction, but then he regained his composure. He looked at the back of his hand that was splashed with hot porridge, but he didn't seem to feel any pain. He just picked up the handkerchief beside him and began to wipe the stain on his hand slowly.

His movements seemed so calm, as if he had expected all this.

"Why do you want to go out? Why don't you stay by my side? I can give you whatever you want."

Huo Yan's voice was low, like a whisper in the middle of the night, and every word contained indescribable affection and passion. There was an almost crazy persistence in his voice, as if he wanted to lock every breath of Qiao Qin firmly by his side.

Qiao Qin was stunned by these sudden words. She raised her head slightly and met Huo Yan's deep eyes. Those eyes were like an endless abyss, with complicated emotions surging in them. She was almost swallowed by the bottomless darkness.

"Are you really going to keep me imprisoned like this?" Qiao Qin's voice was filled with disbelief. She shook her head and tried to break free from Huo Yan's grip. "You...are you crazy for doing this?"

Huo Yan did not let go, but pinched her chin even harder, forcing her to look at him. The corners of his mouth curved up in a subtle arc, and in that smile, there was both a deep attachment to her and a hint of unspeakable madness.

"I'm not crazy," he whispered, "You're mine for life, don't ever think about leaving me, okay?"

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound echoed in the air, like a flash of lightning breaking through the silent night sky.

Qiao Qin's hand was like a bullet, accurately and swiftly slapping away the hand that suddenly stretched out in front of her. In her eyes, the anger was like a blazing fire, burning fiercely and scorching the air around her.

"Huo Yan, who do you think you are?" Qiao Qin's voice was low and firm. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the bottom of her heart, with unquestionable power. "Why do you decide my life?"

Huo Yan's eyes dimmed slightly, as if shrouded in a layer of haze.

He reached out his hand and gently tucked all the loose hair on the side of Qiao Qin's face behind her ears. This action seemed so gentle, but it also revealed an indescribable morbidity and persistence.

"Qin'er," he called softly, his voice full of helplessness and pleading, "Don't always think about leaving me. Besides, are you really willing to leave Huo Siqian? He is still so young, he can't be without his mother."

When Qiao Qin heard the name "Huo Siqian", her heart trembled violently.

She raised her head suddenly, with a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. That child was the bond between her and Huo Yan, and the softest place in her heart.

"You want to threaten me with the baby?" Qiao Qin took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

Seeing this, Huo Yan shook his head slightly. There was no threat in his eyes, but rather a sense of helplessness and deepness. "I never thought of using the baby to threaten you."

His voice was low and gentle, like the warm breeze of the night, trying to blow away the haze in Qiao Qin's heart.

A silence fell between the two of them, as if even the air had frozen, with only the sound of each other's breathing echoing in the empty room.

Finally, Qiao Qin broke the silence. Her voice was a little hoarse, but very firm: "I won't leave, but this chain must be untied."

Her tone was filled with unquestionable determination, and her brows revealed an unspeakable tiredness, as if she had been under too much pressure and restraint.

Huo Yan was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly. He took out a golden key from his pocket, which flashed brightly in the sun. Then, he quietly walked to Qiao Qin's feet, squatted down, and gently touched the cold chain with his fingertips. With a light push, the chain opened with a slight "clang" sound.

As the voice faded away, Qiao Qin seemed to be freed from long-term restraints. She quickly retracted her bound feet and gently moved her slightly stiff ankles, as if trying to regain the long-lost sense of freedom.

Afterwards, Qiao Qin lay back on the bed silently. The soft quilt wrapped her petite figure tightly like a cloud, leaving only her back facing Huo Yan.

She turned her back to him, her voice low and slightly tired: "I'm tired."

Huo Yan listened quietly, with an inexplicable emotion in his heart. He responded in a low voice: "Then you should have a good rest first. If you are hungry, there is food prepared by me on the table."

After saying this, he stood up gently, his movements revealing endless tenderness and consideration. He slowly walked out of the room, not forgetting to carefully close the door.

at the same time.

Qiao Qin curled up tightly in the quilt, clutching her hands tightly, as if trying to draw a trace of warmth from it. Two lines of crystal tears quietly slid down from the corners of her eyes, like pearls that had broken off the string, dripping one by one, silently telling of her sadness. After a while, the pillow was completely soaked by these silent tears, and it was wet.

She wanted to find someone to talk to, to vent her sorrow, but she found that her cell phone had been ruthlessly confiscated by Huo Yan.

She was isolated in this cold world, unable to make any contact with the outside world.

"That lunatic!" Qiao Qin cursed softly, her voice full of anger and helplessness.

She lay in bed, letting time pass slowly, until the scenery outside the window began to dim, and the sky was stained with a faint ink color. The air was filled with the aroma of food, which aroused the desire of her long-empty stomach.

Qiao Qin smiled bitterly and shook her head helplessly. She walked to the door of the room, took a deep breath, tried to make herself look calmer, and finally clenched her fists, as if she had made up her mind, and slowly pushed the door open.

At the end of the corridor, there was complete silence, as if even the air had frozen. It was so empty that not even a trace of a human figure could be found.

Could it be that Huo Yan has already left?

Qiao Qin felt a little uneasy, but also a little expectant. She took gentle steps, taking each step carefully, fearing that she would break the strange tranquility.

For a moment.

The gate of the villa was right in front of her. Qiao Qin's heartbeat quickened like a drumbeat. She stared at the door closely and pushed it with trembling fingers. However, the door did not move at all, as if it was under a spell.

She was stunned, and the glimmer of hope that had just risen in her heart disappeared in an instant like fireworks blown away by the cold wind.

Qiao Qin did not give up. A gleam of determination flashed in her eyes, and she decided to find someone to help.

however.

Qiao Qin walked around and found that she was the only one left in the villa. The housekeeper, Aunt Song and little Huo Siqian were all gone.

what happened?

Qiao Qin's thin lips were pursed into a line, her brain was working rapidly, but in this brief silence, a familiar voice rang out behind her, as if it could penetrate all her disguises.

"Why did you run down here alone?"

The voice was calm, but it hit Qiao Qin's heart like a heavy hammer, causing her to freeze in place. The cold sweat on her forehead slid silently, and she slowly turned around and met Huo Yan's deep and sharp eyes.

"I...I..." Qiao Qin's voice trembled, as if she was tightly bound by invisible ropes, unable to utter even simple words smoothly. She was anxious, but helpless, and could only feel the scrutiny from Huo Yan in this brief silence.

However, at this critical moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly came to Qiao Qin's mind. She took a deep breath, stabilized her emotions, and tried to make her voice sound more natural.

"I'm hungry, so I came down to find something to eat." She smiled casually, trying to cover up her panic with this simple excuse.

Huo Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, seeming a little surprised by her answer.

He walked to Qiao Qin's side, stretched out his arms, and gently held her in his arms.

"Are you hungry? Then why didn't you call me? What do you want to eat?" There was a hint of blame in Huo Yan's voice, but more of it was pampering and concern.

The man's embrace was always warm and generous, but at this moment it made her feel extremely cold.