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Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here (Web Novel) - Chapter 1281
Chapter 1281
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C.1281: The Republic of China’s Marshal’s Abandoned Wife (11)Proofreader/editor: Mew
Fu Beizhe spoke coldly: “I said, what do you want? I don’t like you, yet you insist on sticking by me, is this how you were raised?”
The corner of Bai Weiwei’s mouth tugged up, as if she wanted to laugh.
...
But her expression was miserable.
Her appearance was like a thin soft thorn that pierced Fu Beizhe’s heart.
Had he gone too far with her?
Fu Beizhe abruptly leaned back, his face sullen.
“I will be honest with you. My family is a mess. You marrying into my house is inviting embarrassment, so while everyone knows you haven’t gotten into my bed yet, pack up and go home to marry into a good family. I won’t make it hard for you.”
This is the first time that Fu Beizhe has ever been so verbose about a matter.
He has always said everything once.
The second time, he acted directly.
But towards Bai Weiwei, he unexpectedly did not know how to act.
Bai Weiwei took a deep breath, opened her sharp eyes, and spoke word by word: “I said that marrying you means that I am your person. Our Bai family has no abandoned wife, you cannot divorce me.”
For the sake of a slag man, she is also willing to go all out.
Just wait for when the favorability goes up, see how she will break him.
It was the first time that Fu Beizhe saw a woman who was so dependent on him.
It’s not that he hadn’t seen such active initiative before, but Bai Weiwei was the only one who was not afraid of bullets.
He was just about to cast a few taunts at her, when his hands unexpectedly reached out, fiercely pressing Bai Weiwei’s head, the other hand grabbing the gun on the table, then holding her and rolling directly to the floor.
The place where they were sitting just now.
Was pierced by a bullet.
Outside the building dozens of masked outlaws burst in, holding guns and opening fire.
It looked like they were coming for Fu Beizhe.
Fu Beizhe’s soldiers surrounded him and started to fight against them.
And Fu Beizhe with a hostile face, pressed Bai Weiwei into his arms, surveying the surroundings vigilantly.
He didn’t expect to be ambushed, so he didn’t bring many people with him today.
The lieutenant shouted, ” Young Marshal, you go first.”
With a flicker of ruthlessness on his face, Fu Beizhe pulled Bai Weiwei, flexed his body, and shot down several bandits.
Then he dragged her, under the cover of his own soldiers, and charged downstairs.
The more his own soldiers fought around him, the more they scattered. Fu Beizhe rushed out of Yanlai Lou, with a group of killers behind him in hot pursuit.
Just when he was about to rush into an isolated alley, he was alerted and attempted to lunge forward, but it was too late and the bullet entered his shoulder.
It was the men who were hidden above him who fired the shot.
These people were planning to kill him.
The assassination was very detailed and professional.
He was also careless, thinking that the territory was his and neglecting to set up defences. He did not expect to stumble so hard.
Who exactly wanted him dead?
The group of merchants that he was going to offend by opening up the waterways in the South?
Or the remaining forces in recently captured territories?
Fu Beizhe’s shoulder was hot and painful, and his face was pale, but his expression remained calm.
He couldn’t care less whether Bai Weiwei could follow, and dragged her into the alley.
On the other side of the alley is the lively red light district.
In addition to Yanlai Lou, there are many small and large brothels.
There are all sorts of smoking, whoring and gambling establishments.
As long as he runs there, he will have a chance to turn the tables.
Suddenly, Bai Weiwei’s breathless voice came from behind him, “Fu Beizhe, let go of me.”
Fu Beizhe turned around, only to see Bai Weiwei’s face dyed red, gasping for breath, seemingly unable to keep up with his running speed.
