Jing Min's voice suddenly rose, his eyes blazing with fury.

"You said you would do anything to leave me, even... you would use the child as a bargaining chip."

"But now, for him... you've given up all your previous efforts, given up the freedom you've always dreamed of?"

"So he's that important."

"...Then I'm even less likely to let him go."

He pronounced the verdict in a cold voice.

"He must die today."

As soon as he finished speaking, as if to completely sever all possibilities, he suddenly increased the force in his hand.

Yang Jinchu let out a painful groan, his face turning as pale as paper in an instant.

Chu Wuyang felt a sudden "boom" in her mind, as if she had been struck by lightning.

Her gun trembled, and so did her heart.

She didn't know what to do—she even began to regret it, regretting why she had provoked him, why she couldn't have waited, just a little longer…

But now it's all too late.

She glanced at Jing Min, tears welling up in her eyes, her voice trembling with a broken sob.

"If you don't let go, I... I really will shoot!"

Jing Min seemed to have heard a funny joke, and suddenly chuckled softly, so lightly it was almost unbearable.

"Then you drive."

He spoke so casually, as if he truly didn't care.

Jealousy in his eyes had overwhelmed all reason; at that moment, he felt that arguing anymore was a joke.

The person before me is etched into my very bones and soul, fused into my very destiny.

He knew all too well what she meant to him.

But he also understood how unshakeable Yang Jinchu was to her.

so--

Yang Jinchu must never exist.

A murderous intent surged in his eyes, his pupils gradually turning red, and the strength between his fingers tightened once more.

But at this very moment—

Bang!

A gunshot suddenly rang out.

The air seemed to be cleaved open by a bullet, and time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Jing Min's body suddenly jolted, and his movements froze.

He stared blankly down at his chest—

There, a shocking stain of blood quickly spread out.