"I don't have AIDS...I'm fine..."

Ye Yuanhao finally realized that the one who spoke in a way that confused people was none other than that bitch Ye Qingqing, damn her!

It was that bastard who was behind it all!

He staggered a few steps toward Ye Qingqing, startling the others who all retreated. Ye Qingqing stood still, and the place that had been crowded with people was now empty except for her.

Driven by anger, Ye Yuanhao actually walked up to Ye Qingqing. In his panic, he pulled off his mask. Although she was mentally prepared, Ye Qingqing still felt disgusted when she saw his disfigured face.

His once handsome face was now covered in festering sores, some of which oozed yellow fluid and emitted a foul stench. Ye Yuanhao also had festering sores on his neck, so it seemed that his entire body was rotting.

Ye Qingqing consulted the materials and found that before dying, AIDS patients would experience ulceration all over their bodies, blindness, and then gradually lose consciousness, leading to organ failure and death.

Ye Yuanhao now perfectly fits the bill.

"You're about to die, Ye Yuanhao!" Ye Qingqing said coldly.

"You wretch...I'll kill you..."

Ye Yuanhao's voice was hoarse, as if someone was choking him. He kept waving his hands, trying to grab Ye Qingqing, but he couldn't see anything and could only grab the air.

Moreover, his strength gradually dissipated, and his legs could no longer support his weight.

Ye Yuanhao collapsed to the ground, his hands flailing in the air in despair, while he let out a hoarse roar that was too indistinct for Ye Qingqing, who was so close, to hear what he was saying.

I could vaguely hear the word "bitch," so I guess they were cursing her!

Ye Qingqing smiled slightly and said softly in a voice only she and Ye Yuanhao could hear, "Do you know why you got AIDS?"

Ye Yuanhao's body trembled. "It's you?"

This bastard deliberately asked this question, which shows that his AIDS is definitely related to this bastard. But Ye Yuanhao couldn't understand it. He had only known Ye Qingqing for less than half a year, but the doctor said that he had been infected with the virus at least three years ago.

"Yeah, the girls at Landon Bar are hot, aren't they? Dying under a peony is still romantic, even as a ghost, Ye Yuanhao, you should thank me!" Ye Qingqing didn't mind letting Ye Yuanhao know; he was about to die anyway, so she should at least do her part to show humanity and let him die knowing the truth!

"You...you..."

Ye Yuanhao thought of that hot night. He was right, it was indeed that night that the incident happened. That damned Ye Qingqing, she actually hired a sick woman to harm her!

But he still couldn't understand how he had become terminally ill in such a short time.

"Do you know why your condition flared up so quickly? Because I gave you a catalyst... Wasn't the braised pork delicious? Did you feel palpitations after eating it? That's right, because I put a drug in the braised pork..."

Ye Qingqing didn't hide anything and told everyone. To outsiders, it looked like Ye Qingqing was so frightened that she couldn't take a step.

He rushed forward in one breath, but Ye Yuanhao, exhausted, could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground, his eyes beginning to glaze over. He was filled with resentment; he wanted to inherit the company, he wanted revenge, and there were so many things he hadn't done.

He's only twenty-six years old.

If... he hadn't come to Pingjiang, would he still be alive now?

Ye Yuanhao tried to turn his head toward Ye Qingqing, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he could only make a muffled sound, his face full of resentment.