Chu Wuyang's eyes were red-rimmed, and her hands were still trembling.

"Jingmin...please trust me just this once, okay?"

She spoke very softly.

It sounded like a plea, or like she was using her last bit of tenderness to try and salvage his remaining rationality.

But Jingmin remained unmoved.

His eyes were filled with nothing but madness, a mocking smile playing on his lips as he continued counting in a cold voice.

"five",

Chu Wuyang's tears streamed down her cheeks.

She gritted her teeth and suddenly pressed the gun to her temple.

"Let him go!"

She choked up and could barely speak.

"Otherwise, I'll shoot."

A ruthless glint flashed in Jing Min's eyes.

But the movement stopped.

He stared at her movements for a few seconds, his eyes suddenly turning icy cold, his voice chillingly indifferent.

"If you dare to shoot yourself—then you might as well send him to his death right now."

Before he could finish speaking,

Yang Jinchu's body had begun to sway, his toes dangling over the deck, and he could fall at any moment.

"don't want!"

Chu Wuyang abruptly pulled back his gun and threw it to the ground.

She lunged forward, her voice already trembling with desperate sobs.

"No, Jingmin, it's too dangerous! You guys shouldn't be standing there!"

She cried her heart out, almost unable to breathe.

What exactly do you want from me before I let go?

"I'll do anything you want... Please don't stand there, it's really dangerous, please..."

But when Jingmin looked at her, his eyes remained completely unmoved.

He used to feel heartbroken every time she cried.

But now,

He felt only absurdity, exhaustion, and a chill to the bone.

After she put down the gun

He slowly curled the corners of his lips into a smile.

That smile was more chilling than a cry, coldly as if judging a sinner who had betrayed him most deeply.

"Pick up the gun!"

You have only four seconds left.

He stopped listening to her and only whispered coldly aloud:

"Four",

"Three, two"

"one."

As Jing Min spoke in a low, hoarse voice, he loosened his grip, and Yang Jinchu fell into the sea.

Like a slow-motion scene in a movie, a gunshot rang out at the same time.

"--Bang!"

A sudden explosion rang out.

Everyone present was stunned.

Jing Min swayed slightly, instinctively looking down at himself—a cloud of blood erupted again from the spot where he had been shot in the abdomen.

The bright red blood surged down the white shirt.

He clutched his chest.

Did it hit?

What caught him even more off guard was that the gunshot hadn't even finished ringing in his ears yet.

The next second, a white figure leaped directly into the icy seawater—

Without hesitation, she jumped off the deck right after Yang Jinchu!

The bodyguards were almost speechless with shock; several of the quicker-reacting ones immediately rushed over to check the edge of the deck.

But all that could be seen was two violent splashes of water being smashed into the sea, and then everything was gone.

The wind howled and lashed against Jing Min's face.

He stood there, his body swaying precariously, yet he stubbornly held on and did not fall.

His gaze was fixed on the deck, blood dripping from his clothes onto the ground.

He seemed completely oblivious to the pain.

—She jumped.

She really jumped!

Isn't she afraid of water?

But just now, she didn't even glance at him before resolutely jumping off.

Nothing else mattered anymore; the person she was going to save was her entire existence.

He stood there, his gaze fixed on the rolling waves, as if something was slowly but surely moving within him.

Completely dead.

"President Jing! You can't lose any more blood!"

The bodyguard hurriedly helped him up.

But he flung her away, and she staggered to the edge of the deck, her steps unsteady, as if she would collapse at any moment.

"She jumped..."

He muttered to himself, his eyes glazed over.

"...She really jumped."

The wind blew from behind.

He stood in the sea breeze, like a madman covered in blood, his eyes devoid of anger, ruthlessness, and the desire to struggle.

He felt as if there was a hole in his chest.

It wasn't the pain of being shot in the abdomen, but the pain in my heart, as if someone had ripped a knife out of my bones.

He laughed, a laugh more sorrowful than a cry.

"Ha... So, nothing can compare to him."

Just as he was about to lose consciousness, he seemed to wake up from a dream and staggered as he tried to jump into the sea.

Bodyguards, bound by duty, held him back tightly. Jing Min struggled, but his eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul.

"Let go...I want to get down..."

He roared in a low, hoarse voice, almost insane.

When Li Yan arrived, he managed to stop him.

The black suit jacket was already filthy, and the white shirt inside was soaked in blood, almost turning into a glaring scarlet.

When Li Yan helped him up, his palms were covered in a sticky, warm, and bloody substance.

"Mr. Jing, we need to go to the hospital now!"

Jing Min, however, clung tightly to his arm, his eyes unfocused, his voice broken and intermittent.

"She jumped in...the seawater was so cold..."

"She'd rather die with him than leave me..."

Li Yanxin shuddered.

This was the first time he had seen such utter helplessness in Jing Min's eyes.

Like a drowning person on the verge of death.

He had just seen from afar in the car that President Jing was holding Yang Jinchu hostage and confronting Miss Chu; the atmosphere was on the verge of collapse.

He didn't know what the two of them said.

But... Miss Chu fired a shot?

She really... shot at President Jing?

And it was on the chest.

She wanted to kill him.

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