“But, young mistress…” Fang Han pursed his lips, “Miss Zhixin must be a witness; it’s a requirement from the police.”

“It’s alright.” Shen Xiao’s gaze was firm. “I will accompany Zhixin when she appears in court.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Can and Huo Zhixing exchanged a glance and chuckled softly.

Shen Xiao coughed lightly twice, his face slightly flushed.

"Um... I'm a little tired, I'd like to go back and rest for a bit."

"Okay, get some rest!" Jiang Can chuckled. "Zhixin is waiting for you to accompany her to court!"

Shen Xiao smiled at them and turned to leave.

A few days later, Yin Shaoqing was transferred to a regular ward.

His body was wrapped in bandages, making his already pale face look even weaker. The sharp light in his eyes seemed to have faded considerably, but the moment he saw Huo Zhixing, he sprang back to life like a dead bug, straining his neck and glaring at him.

However, a bedbug is still just a bedbug.

Huo Zhixing's gaze was cold and expressionless. After looking at him for a while, his brows furrowed slightly.

“You’ve received the best medical care these past few days,” he said coldly. “Don’t worry, you’re safe here. No one will take your life.”

Not only will no one kill him, but it's impossible for him to even kill himself if he wants to.

In addition to 24-hour on-call doctors, there are various ways to prevent him from committing suicide.

Yin Shaoqing stared intently at him.

"Ha, you spared my life, but your ultimate goal is still to kill me!"

“That’s right.” Huo Zhixing smiled contemptuously, “But I can’t decide your death on behalf of the law. You must be sentenced to death through proper legal channels!”

Yin Shaoqing laughed.

His smile was chilling, his eyes revealing a hint of sorrow and despair. Unlike his usual ruthlessness, he seemed more melancholic today.

Perhaps when a person is about to die, they will no longer pretend to be emotional.

"Yin Shaoqing," Huo Zhixing asked in a deep voice, "You've been infiltrating the Huo family all these years, using Huo Zhiyan and my second uncle, getting close to Zhixin, and then Gu Mang appeared, and you used Gu Mang again... What you've done, you weren't really involved in drug trafficking, were you?"

"Heh, how could it not be?" Yin Shaoqing raised an eyebrow. "You've got everything, and Wan Xiaolei has confessed... Do with him or me, it's up to you!"

"That's not what I want to hear." Huo Zhixing's face grew even darker. "Everything you've done is aimed at the Huo family, or more precisely, at me!"

"What exactly is your reason for doing this?!"

Yin Shaoqing just smiled and didn't answer.

He thought this would anger Huo Zhixing.

When people are angry, they often lose their rationality and do things that are inconsistent with their usual behavior.

But he was wrong. Huo Zhixing was not angered at all. Instead, he sat on a chair to the side and leisurely crossed his legs.

His face, which never showed his emotions, revealed no fluctuations whatsoever.

"It's alright, if you don't want to talk, we'll just wait it out," Huo Zhixing said calmly.

Yin Shaoqing sneered and turned his face away.

A nurse came in shortly afterward to change his dressing.

He needs to change the gauze and apply medicine frequently to the wound on his shoulder, otherwise there is a risk of infection.

However, just as the nurse was about to remove the gauze from his shoulder, Huo Zhixing spoke up:

"Stop." He chuckled. "Mr. Yin's bandages won't need to be changed anymore."

The nurse was stunned and stood there helplessly.

"This is Dr. Shen's arrangement."

"Okay." The nurse nodded in agreement and left with the medicine tray.

Nurses came in one after another, some to check the IV drip, some to record the patient's recovery, but Huo Zhixing chased them all out.

There were only him and Yin Shaoqing in the room. Time passed by, and he was relaxed and carefree, determined to wear Yin Shaoqing down to the very end.

Yin Shaoqing's injuries no longer allow him to waste his time.

The wound not only hurt, but it also itched. The gauze was stuck to the oozing blood, and every time it was pulled or moved, it caused excruciating pain.

Yin Shaoqing was in so much pain that he was covered in sweat, and his facial features were contorted.

Wanting to die but unable to, wanting to get better but unable to.

"Huo Zhixing!" he finally couldn't hold back any longer, "What exactly do you want to do!"

“I said it the moment I walked in,” Huo Zhixing said coldly, “I want to know the truth!”

"The truth? Ha... What good would it do for someone as heartless and conscienceless as you to know the truth? You can still live your carefree life, but the person I love will never come back..."

Huo Zhixing was completely confused and couldn't help but frown.

What are you saying?

Yin Shaoqing slowly opened his eyelids and asked, word by word, "Huo Zhixing, do you still remember Qiu Yu?"

Qiu Yu?

Huo Zhixing searched through his memories and vaguely recalled that there seemed to be such a girl when he was in college.

Two-thirds of the students in his business school come from prestigious universities.

However, there is a small group of students who, despite their impoverished backgrounds, have managed to gain admission to one of the world's five most prestigious universities through tireless effort and exceptional perseverance.

Qiu Yu is one of them.

Like Yin Shaoqing, she came from an ordinary family. The two were childhood sweethearts, but before they could confess their feelings, Qiu Yu won a scholarship to study at the business school and went abroad to study.

Yin Shaoqing worked hard to earn living expenses and sent them to her. He saved the rest for himself, imagining that when Qiu Yu graduated and returned to China, he could buy her a decent ring and propose to her.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Yu repeatedly mentioned a name in her letter to him: Huo Zhixing.

In her letter, she poured out her secret love for Huo Zhixing, the sweet feeling of being moved but not daring to confess almost overflowing from between the lines.

Yin Shaoqing tentatively asked her: "Then what are we?"

Qiu Yu said, "Shao Qing, we've been best friends since we were little!"

Yin Shaoqing stared blankly at the words "good friend".

...

Huo Zhixing remained silent for a long time, his eyes filled with doubt.

He never spoke a single word to Qiu Yu.

Yin Shaoqing snorted coldly, "Huo Zhixing, what are you pretending for? You not only spoke to her, but you also invited her to a Western restaurant and a ball! If you hadn't done these things that made her misunderstand, would she have fallen for you? Would she have lost her life later?!"

"What did you say?" Huo Zhixing was taken aback. "She's dead?"

"Yes, she died, and she died a humiliating death!"

Yin Shaoqing was breathing heavily, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes.

When news of Qiu Yu's death reached China, a week had already passed since her passing. Yin Shaoqing took all his money, bought the fastest ticket, and flew to that unfamiliar country.

Qiu Yu's classmate said that she was heartbroken after being rejected, so she went to a bar and was targeted by a few delinquents... which led to the tragedy.

Her death was gruesome; she jumped from a hotel window, her body covered in blood and naked.