Chapter 67 Jiang Yimian, You Must Fall in Love with Me

Jiang Yimian fainted. Bo Jinzhou took off his coat and wrapped it around her, then pulled her into his arms and picked her up. She was still very thin; she hadn't gained any weight despite being so healthy for so long.

A row of skeletons; you can feel the bone structure in her body even through her coat.

Bo Jinzhou's cold face was covered with a layer of frost. Song Zhou stepped forward and said, "President Bo, Chen Qingqing fell off the cliff, but was stopped by tree branches. The recorder fell down."

Bo Jinzhou's voice was cold: "Find him."

Foolish woman, insisting on getting involved yourself.

In the cloud.

She only had some abrasions. The doctor applied some medicine to her body, gave her a few instructions, and then left.

Bo Jinzhou stood tall by the bed, looking at her furrowed brows even as she fell into a coma. He knelt down and gently smoothed her forehead with his fingertips.

He took out a safety amulet from his suit trouser pocket and said in a low voice to the weak woman on the bed, "Jiang Yimian, you better give me a reasonable explanation, or I'll kill Lin Zhiren."

No one responded to him. Bo Jinzhou put the safety buckle on her wrist, went to her makeup mirror, took out a fake safety buckle from the box, looked at it for a few seconds, and then put it back.

Yunduan is a high-end villa area, far from the city center, with a large area where firecrackers and fireworks can be set off freely.

At midnight, fireworks exploded in the sky, and Jiang Yimian woke up with a start. Her mind was filled with images of the crackling remains of the burning inferno, and her body was covered in a dense, itchy pain as if she had been burned by fire again.

Jiang Yimian instinctively reached out to grab it, curled up into a ball, and screamed, "Zhi Ren!"

Bo Jinzhou opened his eyes, his dark eyes filled with a cold, malevolent aura as he looked at the woman who was hiding in his arms, trembling all over.

Bo Jinzhou grabbed her hands that were scratching around, "Jiang Yimian, wake up."

Jiang Yimian felt unwell all over, tears streaming down her face as she cried out, "It itches so much, get away from me!"

Bo Jinzhou pulled her into his arms, his eyes suddenly reddening. "Jiang Mianmian, it's me, it's me."

"Calm down."

Upon hearing his voice, Jiang Yimian felt an overwhelming surge of hatred and bit down on his shoulder.

She used all her strength until firecrackers went off outside, startling Jiang Yimian into letting go. "Fire, fire, it's on fire!"

"Zhi Ren is on fire!"

She ran around aimlessly, completely irrational. Bo Jinzhou, his eyes dark, grabbed her shoulder and said, "There's no fire. Jiang Yimian, take a good look at where you are right now."

Jiang Yimian stared blankly at the man in front of her. As she gradually adjusted to the dim light, she was able to see who the man was.

She gradually calmed down, but her body was still trembling, and the itching and pain were still spreading.

Her voice tightened, "Where's Chen Qingqing? She took the necklace, has it been found?"

Bo Jinzhou said coldly, "Take care of yourself first."

"I'll go get the doctor."

Bo Jinzhou turned on the bedside lamp, got out of bed to get his phone, and Jiang Yimian started scratching again, scratching until her skin bled but still scratching hard.

The room was large and empty, so empty that it made her uneasy. Her heart sank little by little, entangled by the overgrown seaweed, and a feeling of suffocation enveloped her, leaving her feeling insecure.

Jiang Yimian stumbled out of bed and ran into the bathroom. She curled up in a corner, turned on the shower, and the cold water poured over her body, which relieved the burning sensation a little.

Bo Jinzhou had just made the call when he saw her run into the bathroom. He immediately followed and saw her like a wounded kitten, licking her wounds alone. Her curled eyelashes were covered with water droplets, which trembled as they fell.

A surge of energy rushed through Bo Jinzhou's chest, striking his heart directly and causing him excruciating pain that made it difficult for him to breathe.

She strode forward and turned off the shower, suppressing her anger as she said, "What are you doing? What kind of weather is this? You dare to take a cold shower? You can't get your wounds wet. Do you want to have scars?"

Jiang Yimian reached out and hugged his neck, seeking some sense of security. "Bo Jinzhou, I'm so hot. Give me some cold water."

Bo Jinzhou's voice tightened, "You're afraid of fire, why?"

Jiang Yimian closed her eyes and, enduring the torment of her illness, said, "I want to drink water."

The man's Adam's apple bobbed violently a few times, his chest trembled, but in the end he gave her water to drink first.

Bo Jinzhou was about to pick her up when Jiang Yimian pushed him away, saying, "I don't want to leave here."

As soon as Bo Jinzhou left, Jiang Yimian hurriedly went to the cabinet, found a white medicine bottle, poured out two pills, and swallowed them directly.

The burning sensation in her body wasn't as severe anymore. Her eyes turned cold. Besides her psychologist, only three people knew that she was afraid of fire.

Tan Yusu, Chu Yao, and Lin Zhiren.

How did Chen Qingqing know? Did Lin Zhiren say something to Lu Wenchang?

She drank some water, and Bo Jinzhou lifted her up and sat her on a chair. He pursed his thin lips and dried her hair with a towel. He then quickly took off her clothes and began to wipe away the water stains.

Jiang Yimian turned her head away, embarrassed, and said, "I can do it myself."

Bo Jinzhou pinched her chin and lifted it up. Jiang Yimian felt a moment of guilt when she looked into his turbulent eyes.

She reached out and pushed him away forcefully, wrapped herself in her bathrobe, and prepared to leave.

He reached out and grabbed her arm, pinning her against the sink, then held the back of her head and kissed her forcefully.

Jiang Yimian instinctively tried to push him away, but he held her tightly, making Jiang Yimian both angry and resentful.

She reached out to hit him, punched him, and Bo Jinzhou fiercely sucked on her lips. He put his arm around her waist and easily lifted her up, placing her on the sink. He kissed her more easily and conveniently, pressing down on her delicate and slender body as if he wanted to knead her into his bones.

The two of them accidentally dropped their toothbrushes and cups on the ground, amidst the woman's sobbing resistance and the man's domineering force.

Gradually, Jiang Yimian accepted the kiss, loosened her hands from his pajamas collar, hooked her arms around his neck, and the two kissed deeply and passionately.

When he left, Bo Jinzhou's eyes were bloodshot, all his emotions were surging in his eyes, and he was about to collapse uncontrollably. Jiang Yimian was still calling Lin Zhiren's name over and over again in his ears.

She called Lin Zhiren three times when she was most helpless.

“Jiang Yimian,” he said, his palm gripping the side of her neck, his fingertips pressing against her wet hair, his voice icy, “you must fall in love with me. If you dare to love someone else, you’re dead.”

Jiang Yimian was so oxygen-deprived and her breathing was rapid that she couldn't be bothered to talk to him.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Bo Jinzhou tightened his grip and said in a harsh voice, "Did you hear me?"

Jiang Yimian looked at him with hazy eyes and said, "Get lost."

Bo Jinzhou sneered, but there was no smile in his eyes. "If it weren't for your health, I would have taken you right now."

"You still dare to talk back to me."

Bo Jinzhou carried her to the bed and dried her hair, while Wang Ma brought up some ginger soup.

Jiang Yimian disliked the taste of ginger, but was forced to drink it by Bo Jinzhou.

She frowned, not even wanting to look at him, and said coldly, "Where's the recorder?"