Without hesitation.

What's even more ruthless is that after firing the shot, she turned and jumped into the sea—without even glancing back at President Jing, who had been shot and fallen to the ground.

Miss Chu is far too ruthless.

But President Jing still cares about her.

Li Yan's throat tightened, and he could only barely support him.

"Mr. Jing, someone has already gone down to rescue her. Don't worry, Miss Chu will be fine, she definitely will be."

But Jingmin seemed not to hear, closing his eyes blankly, still muttering to himself.

"She doesn't want me anymore...she really doesn't want me anymore..."

He was confused.

It felt like I was back in that dimly lit little room, where anger, fear, and despair were intertwined.

He felt cold all over, and his eyes seemed to be swallowed by black mist.

Wait, didn't he not jump into the sea? Why is it so cold...?

She wanted to kill him?

For another man?

He felt like he was already dead, but why... why does it still hurt so much when someone is dead?

———

The pungent smell of disinfectant filled my nasal cavity.

The moment Jingmin opened his eyes, the white ceiling made him dizzy.

As he regained consciousness, his first reaction was to grab the blanket beside him and sit up abruptly.

"Where's Chu Wuyang?!"

His heart suddenly raced wildly. The wound in his chest had not yet healed, and the tearing pain forced him to gasp for breath, his forehead drenched in cold sweat.

Li Yan immediately approached, speaking rapidly.

"Miss Chu is alright! She's fine, she just had a slight fever after being pulled out of the water and needs to rest."

He paused as soon as he finished speaking, then added quietly,

"...Yang Jinchu is also fine."

Jingmin's eyes immediately turned cold.

He threw back the covers and was about to get out of bed.

His body, which had just undergone surgery, couldn't withstand the impact. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he collapsed.

"President Jing!"

Yan Zhou reacted quickly and caught him.

"Bring the wheelchair."

Jing Min was panting, his eyes filled with a fierce determination to hold on.

Yan Zhou was taken aback, hesitated for two seconds, but still did as he was told and pushed the wheelchair in.

As he pushed the wheelchair closer, he still whispered words of advice, seemingly worried.

"Mr. Jing, you just had surgery to remove a bullet, so you can't get out of bed right now... Just let us know if you need anything."

But Jingmin seemed not to hear.

His face was deathly pale, and he asked in a cold voice, each word distinct.

"Which ward is she in?"

The air suddenly seemed to sink.

Li Yan and Yan Zhou quickly exchanged a glance, but neither of them said a word.

They clearly didn't know how to start the conversation.

Finally, Mingxiu, who was standing to the side, couldn't hold back any longer and crossed her arms, saying coldly,

"Mr. Jing, please don't ask anymore—that woman is no longer here."

“You were unconscious for three whole days, and she has already run off to Australia with someone else.”

In short,

Like a hammer striking bone, crisp and heavy.

Jing Min's eyes suddenly flushed red.