Chapter 154 Can You Not Die?

Almost simultaneously, Xie Nanzhi instinctively resisted, "Let me go."

Wang Jing was unwilling. He tightened his arms around her, inhaling her unique scent. "Nanzhi, I really like you. I want to be with you."

Xie Nanzhi's body was tense, every cell in her body was resisting.

Her face darkened, and her voice was icy cold. "Wang Jing, I'm warning you one last time: let me go."

Wang Jing didn't want things to go this way. He wanted to take things step by step and pursue her slowly, but he couldn't wait any longer, especially after her serious tone and the way she drew a line between them. He couldn't take it anymore.

He wanted to snatch her away and hide her away so that no one could find her, so that she would belong to him alone.

"Nanzhi, I will treat you very, very well, you have to believe me."

As he spoke, Wang Jing tried to force a kiss on Xie Nanzhi. She desperately tried to dodge, but Wang Jing acted like a madman.

"roll."

The man's most primal desires were easily aroused; he wanted her, and the desire made his whole body ache.

That emptiness was something no other woman could fill, except for her.

He missed her terribly; every minute and every second was filled with heart-wrenching longing.

Finally, I met her.

How could he possibly let her escape again?

The next second, Wang Jing felt a sharp pain in his lower back and staggered backward.

Xie Nanzhi held the hairpin she had just taken off her hair; just moments before, she had pierced it half an inch deep.

At this moment, her fair fingers were stained with blood as she glared at Wang Jing, her eyes showing no sign of panic or helplessness.

Then, Xie Nanzhi threw away the hairpin, turned around, and got into the car.

Watching Xie Nanzhi drive away, Wang Jing picked up the discarded hairpin and clenched it tightly in his palm.

This time, he will never let go.

He would do anything to get her.

Xie Nanzhi can only be his.

Xie Nanzhi gripped the steering wheel, the sticky feeling in her palms making her uncomfortable. After driving for a while, she pulled the car over to the side of the road.

She wiped the blood off her hands with a wet wipe and then blocked and deleted all of Wang Jing's contact information.

But the unease in her heart was even stronger.

Even though the air conditioning was on in the car, I was sweating profusely.

A few minutes later, Xie Nanzhi dialed Wei Chizheng's number, seemingly lost in thought.

However, although the call went through, no one answered.

Normally, Wei Chizheng would answer her calls immediately.

The last time he didn't answer the phone in time, it was because he was being chased and almost lost his life.

Xie Nanzhi's heart was in her throat. She kept dialing Wei Chizheng's number, over and over again, sending countless video and voice messages.

But all of them disappeared without a trace.

Xie Nanzhi stared ahead, gripped the steering wheel with both hands, and slammed on the gas pedal, heading straight for Wei Chizheng's apartment.

When Wei Chizheng woke up at the hospital, it was already four in the morning.

He weakly opened his eyes. In the ward, only Mu Jiaojiao was by his side.

Upon seeing him awaken, Mu Jiaojiao's tears immediately fell. "A-Zheng, do you know how scared I was?"

Wei Chizheng knew that he had fallen ill that night.

I originally planned to pick up Xie Nanzhi, but an unexpected incident occurred.

Wei Chizheng's expression was grim. He didn't want to say more about this matter. "What time is it?"

Mu Jiaojiao's worries were genuine. "It's past four in the morning, A-Zheng. Are you feeling unwell anywhere? I'll go find a doctor for you."

"No need, they can't cure my illness."

Mu Jiaojiao's eyes were filled with tears, her vision blurred with tears, "Then what should we do? Are we just going to wait to die like this? A-Zheng, I don't want you to die."

Mu Jiaojiao was crying, but Wei Chizheng looked surprised. "You knew all this?"

Mu Jiaojiao's eyes were red, and her voice choked with sobs, "A-Zheng, when I was nineteen, I went to the Wei family to find you and overheard your conversation with Old Master Wei. So I've always known..."

It was that coincidence that made Mu Jiaojiao decide to choose Anan.

But fate played a cruel trick; Anan died young, and Mu Jiaojiao did not find the happiness she desired. After Anan's death, Mu Jiaojiao went abroad to heal her wounds.

Everyone assumed she returned to China after she had come to terms with Anan's death, but only she knew that the reason she returned was because of Wei Chizheng.

Back then, Mu Jiaojiao chose Wei Chizheng over Anan, but she could never let go of Wei Chizheng in her heart.

Seeing that he was about to turn thirty, Mu Jiaojiao wanted to accompany him on the last leg of his life's journey, even if only as a friend.

To her surprise, Wei Chizheng had someone he liked, and that person wasn't her.

Mu Jiaojiao felt uneasy. She was somewhat jealous of the woman named Nanzhi, so she deliberately lied at the hotel last time.

Wei Chizheng smiled faintly, "Hmm, I see."

Mu Jiaojiao: "A-Zheng, is there no other way? I don't want you to die, please don't die."

Perhaps he had long been accustomed to each episode of illness, and Wei Chizheng had become indifferent to life and death. Looking at the faintly brightening sky outside his window, he said, "Jiaojiao, if we can live, who would want to die?"

Besides, he has someone he wants to protect for the rest of his life.

Mu Jiaojiao's eyes were red from crying, and tears streamed down her face.

The two chatted about many interesting things from their childhood, talking about Anan, Mu Jiaojiao, and him.

They chatted and laughed, as if they had returned to their carefree childhood.

At this moment, Wei Chizheng remembered to check his phone, and the moment he picked it up, his expression changed drastically.

Dozens of missed calls and hundreds of messages all came from one person.

Seeing this, Mu Jiaojiao asked, "What's wrong, A-Zheng?"

Wei Chizheng's expression darkened slightly, and his tone carried a hint of resentment, "I received so many calls, why didn't you tell me?"

Mu Jiaojiao's face turned pale instantly. "A-Zheng, are you blaming me?"

Her tone turned cold. "Ah Zheng, your life hangs in the balance. I don't have the energy to care who called or messaged you. All I want is to give you peace of mind, it's that simple."

Wei Chizheng didn't speak, but his brows were furrowed.

Xie Nanzhi must be worried sick. He hasn't answered so many calls or replied to so many messages. She's definitely going to be angry with him.

Wei Chizheng couldn't wait to call Xie Nanzhi, but Mu Jiaojiao said, "Ah Zheng, Miss Nanzhi is already asleep at this hour. Why don't you wait until dawn and go to explain to her in person?"

That makes some sense.

Then Wei Chizheng lifted the blanket, intending to leave.

Mu Jiaojiao couldn't dissuade him, so she could only help him pack his things.

Mu Jiaojiao drove Wei Chizheng back to his apartment. He planned to take a shower and change into clean clothes before going to find Xie Nanzhi.

Wei Chizheng was filled with anxiety throughout the journey.

What if Xie Nanzhi refuses to forgive him and never speaks to him again?

With a heavy heart, Wei Chizheng's tightly furrowed brows never relaxed.

He was weak and staggered as he entered the elevator, but Mu Jiaojiao reacted quickly and caught him in time.

Mu Jiaojiao advised, "A-Zheng, go home and rest well. I'll go and explain to Miss Nan on your behalf."

Wei Chizheng refused, "No need."

As they were speaking, the elevator doors opened.

The two walked out side by side, and the next second, Wei Chizheng's eyes met those of the woman with bloodshot eyes who was guarding outside the door.