At the same time, Yang Qiaoqiao exerted force with her hands, and the rope finally broke.

But she felt a wave of despair, because it was too late for her to untie the ropes binding her feet and escape.

Without thinking twice, she instinctively shoved Huo Beixiao, saying, "Get out of here! He planted a detonator; it's about to explode!"

Huo Beixiao's figure was as firm as a rock. He bent down and picked up Yang Qiaoqiao, saying, "We'll live together!"

He grabbed Yang Qiaoqiao and rushed outside.

But Jiang Yong'an blocked the doorway, saying, "Want to leave? Dream on!"

"Thump!"

Huo Beixiao's face darkened, and he kicked Jiang Yong'an in the back of the knee.

Jiang Yong'an immediately knelt on the ground.

At this point, only a small section of the lead wire remained.

Huo Beixiao stepped right past Jiang Yong'an and rushed outside.

Although Jiang Yong'an was a bit slow to react after getting drunk, he was quick at this moment and suddenly grabbed Huo Beixiao's leg.

"You two despicable women, you killed Ranran! Don't even think about leaving! Come with me downstairs and apologize to Ranran!"

The lead wire has reached the bottom.

Yang Qiaoqiao suddenly broke free from Huo Beixiao's embrace.

As she landed, the fruit knife in her hand plunged viciously into the back of Jiang Yong'an's hand, which was gripping Huo Beixiao's leg.

"ah--"

Jiang Yong'an screamed and instinctively loosened his grip.

"Let's go!" Yang Qiaoqiao shouted at Huo Beixiao.

Huo Beixiao picked her up again, "Together!"

As Huo Beixiao spoke, he had already dashed out.

By this time, the fuse had completely burned out.

Huo Beixiao suddenly lunged forward, holding Yang Qiaoqiao and protecting her firmly beneath him.

"boom!"

At the same time, a huge explosion was heard.

"No--"

Jiang Yong'an watched Huo Beixiao carry Yang Qiaoqiao and rush out, and cried out in despair.

He wanted to rush over and grab Huo Beixiao back, but it was too late.

The shockwave and flames from the explosion assaulted his body.

He didn't even feel the pain before his body was torn to pieces.

However, at the moment his body was torn apart, his soul seemed to remain intact.

Scenes from the story Yang Qiaoqiao had just told him flashed before his eyes like a movie.

However, the protagonists of the story are not real or fake heiresses, but Yang Qiaoqiao and Jiang Yiran.

He saw Jiang Yiran plunge a knife into Yang Qiaoqiao's heart.

I saw him and his mother helping Jiang Yiran dismember Yang Qiaoqiao and bury her body in the garden.

He suddenly found it hilarious; it turned out they were the ones who were stupid.

They've been foolish for generations...

But he had no chance to think too much; the flames of the explosion completely engulfed him.

The shockwave from the explosion was felt.

Yang Qiaoqiao felt her mind go completely blank for a moment.

Huo Beixiao, who was protecting her, stiffened involuntarily for a moment.

Yang Qiaoqiao's ears were still ringing, but she couldn't care less. She looked at the blood and foam seeping from Huo Beixiao's mouth.

A sudden, overwhelming sadness washed over me.

"Huo Beixiao, Huo Beixiao, how are you?"

Huo Beixiao looked at her with a gentle smile in his dark, deep eyes.

He began, "Qiao Qiao...cough cough..."

He wanted to say he was fine, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he choked on the blood in his mouth and couldn't help coughing.

Yang Qiaoqiao's eyes instantly turned red as she watched the blood gushing from his mouth, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

"Huo Beixiao, don't say anything, I... I'll take you to the hospital."

As she spoke, she hurriedly tried to crawl out from under Huo Beixiao.

However, her feet were still tied, and she was afraid that any large movements would hurt Huo Beixiao, so she couldn't move at all for the time being.

Overwhelmed by helplessness and fear, she cried even harder.

Huo Beixiao raised his hand and used his sleeve to wipe away her tears. "Qiaoqiao, don't cry."

After wiping her, he hugged her tightly with both arms.

"Qiaoqiao, I did a lot of wrong things before, which made you very sad. I know it's hard for you to forgive me."

But I hope that even if you don't forgive me after I'm gone, you won't forget me.

As Huo Beixiao spoke, he hugged Yang Qiaoqiao even tighter.

He knew he was being selfish.

But he was really afraid that after he died, Qiaoqiao would forget him.

The thought that other men might become Qiaoqiao's husbands and enjoy her beauty made him feel as if his heart had been ripped out.

Yang Qiaoqiao shook her head, crying, "Huo Beixiao, you mustn't talk nonsense. You won't die, nothing will happen to you."

"Let me go, let me go find someone to save you. I won't let anything happen to you!"

Huo Beixiao, let me tell you, if you really die, if you die today, I'll find a man to marry tomorrow.

I'll even make An'an and Lele call him "Dad," and I'll even change their surnames, sob sob sob…

Yang Qiaoqiao cried until her eyes were blurred with tears.

Huo Beixiao smiled at her expression. "Qiaoqiao, I know you won't be so cruel to me. Let me hug you again."

Huo Beixiao hugged her and buried his face in the crook of her neck.

She could even feel Huo Beixiao's breath growing weaker and weaker on her neck...

Yang Qiaoqiao's tears fell like beads from a broken string. "No, no... Huo Beixiao, don't sleep, talk to me again..."

Just when Yang Qiaoqiao was filled with despair, she suddenly heard the sound of police sirens.

"Help--"

She quickly wiped away her tears, suppressed all her emotions, and shouted at the top of her lungs.

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