But she still wasn't satisfied.

She raised the cleaver again, pointing the blade at her bloodied wrist.

"I'll ask you one more time, will you let me go or not?"

“…Let go!” Deng Yingke had no other choice. He closed his eyes, his head aching, barely able to breathe from Zhu Jinzhao's pressure: “I’ll let go, I’ll let go, okay?”

Zhu Jinzhao: "Then go and drive me down the mountain now."

"Okay!" Deng Yingke stared intently at the kitchen knife in her hand, afraid that she might impulsively stab him again. "I'll go get the car now. Can you put the knife down first?"

"No," Zhu Jinzhao refused. "I won't put the knife down until I'm out of there. You hurry up and get the car; if you're even a second too slow, I'll slash myself again!"

"Okay!" Deng Yingke didn't dare to haggle with her at all. He pulled a car key from his coat pocket and casually tossed it to the bodyguard behind him: "Go and bring my car over, quick!"

Bodyguard: "Yes, sir!"

A large pool of blood had already dripped from Zhu Jinzhao's feet, and the pungent smell of blood made everyone present frown. The bodyguard, worried that something might happen to her, practically ran to the garage and drove Deng Yingke's car out in less than two minutes.

"Come on! I'll take you to the hospital!" Deng Yingke grabbed Zhu Jinzhao's arm, trying to drag her into the car. But Zhu Jinzhao stubbornly stood her ground, unwilling to move.

"I...I'm not going to the hospital."

"...Not going to the hospital?!" Deng Yingke was stunned. "Your hand is cut like this, you'll die if you don't go to the hospital!"

"I'm not going." Because of the excessive blood loss, Zhu Jinzhao's face had turned visibly pale, and she was even starting to pant when she spoke.

"I don't want to go to the hospital, just take me directly to the Shi family's house."

"...Can I take you to the hospital first and then to the Shi family to find Shi Jing?!" Deng Yingke was frantic. "The cut on your wrist is too big; you need to go to the hospital for stitches!"

Zhu Jinchao shook his head: "No, just take me to the Shi family's house, they will take me to the hospital."

"By the time they take you to the hospital, you'll have bled to death!" Deng Yingke didn't have time to argue with Zhu Jinchao about this. Seeing that she wouldn't listen to him, he simply dragged Zhu Jinchao into the car.

"You have the knife. If I don't take you to the Shi family after we get to the hospital, are you going to just stab me?"

"..." Zhu Jinzhao didn't speak, but she didn't resist either. She just held the kitchen knife and let Deng Yingke take her into the car.

"Bang!"

The car door had barely closed when it sped out of the villa and raced down the mountain.

Zhu Jinzhao slumped weakly in her seat, one hand holding the knife, the other gripped tightly by Deng Yingke. Deng Yingke took off his coat and used the sleeve to tightly wrap around Zhu Jinzhao's wound, trying his best to stop the bleeding.

"Drive faster!"

The driver slammed on the gas: "Yes!"

The black Mercedes sped along the mountain road and soon reached the mountainside.

"Don't sleep!" Deng Yingke slapped Zhu Jinzhao's cheek hard, forcing her to open her eyes.

Zhu Jinzhao was a little speechless: "I wasn't asleep, I just blinked."

"Anyway, don't sleep!" Deng Yingke seemed a little skeptical, his eyes fixed on Zhu Jinzhao, not daring to look away for even a second. "The hospital isn't far from here, we'll be there soon."

"Mmm." Zhu Jinzhao replied perfunctorily, though she was already exhausted, she still gripped the kitchen knife tightly in her hand.

Deng Yingke pressed down on her injured hand, and soon began urging again, "Can you drive faster! Why did you suddenly slow down?"

The bodyguard in the car said, "Dr. Deng, there's a car blocking our way!"

"What?" Deng Yingke sat up straight and peeked out from the gap in the seat, only to see a black Audi forcefully blocking their car.

"What's the story behind this car?" he asked, frowning and looking impatient.

The bodyguard unbuckled his seatbelt and instinctively wanted to get out of the car: "I'll get out and take a look..."

"No!" Deng Yingke immediately stopped him. "Don't go down. This is a mountain road. Being suddenly stopped by a car is definitely not a good thing."

"Huh?" The bodyguard, intimidated by his words, quickly fastened his seatbelt again. "So what do we do now?"

Deng Yingke: "Let's wait until they get off the bus and see what they're up to."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the Audi across the street opened, and two people got out.

A man and a woman, their expressions unfriendly.

Deng Yingke adjusted his glasses, and his expression immediately changed after he recognized the two people.

“…You can go now.” He released Zhu Jinzhao’s hand and said suddenly.

"What?" Zhu Jinzhao still didn't understand what he meant.

He reached out and opened the car door for Zhu Jinzhao, feeling both helpless and slightly relieved of the pressure.

"Shi Jing is here to pick you up. You should go with him quickly."

"...Huh?" Zhu Jinzhao sat up straight instantly, completely stunned. "You...you said Shi Jing came to pick me up?"

"Yes." Deng Yingke nodded. "He's already here. You'll see him as soon as you get off the car."

"Go quickly, your wound can't be left untreated."

Zhu Jinzhao didn't quite believe him, but she couldn't resist the name Shi Jing. She glanced at Deng Yingke for a few seconds, and finally got off the bus hesitantly.

Unexpectedly, Deng Yingke did not lie to her.

Shi Jing really did come to pick her up, and Jiang Jingwen was following behind her.

"...Every morning!"

Jiang Jingwen was the first to see her. After pausing for two seconds, she ran towards her.

"Jiang Jiang!" Zhu Jinzhao walked forward carrying a kitchen knife. She originally wanted to open her arms and wait for Jiang Jingwen to hug her, but she was afraid of hurting Jiang Jingwen, so she could only raise the kitchen knife in front of her and say to Jiang Jingwen, "Don't come over yet, wait for me to come to you!"

Jiang Jingwen stopped in her tracks, staring incredulously at the knife in her hand: "Chaochao, what are you doing? What are you doing with a kitchen knife?"

"Zhao Chao!" Shi Jing ran up after him, and was about to ask Zhu Jinchao what had happened when he suddenly smelled a strong stench of blood.

He frowned, his gaze shifting slightly, only to be stung by Zhu Jinchao's bloodied left hand.

"Chaochao, what happened to your hand? Why is it bleeding so much?!"

"Shi Jing..." Zhu Jinzhao wanted to cry as soon as she saw him. She didn't even bother to explain and staggered towards him, dragging her bloodied arm.

"Shi Jing, you've finally come to pick me up."

Shi Jing rushed forward and grabbed Zhu Jinzhao's left hand, which was covered by her coat. Deng Yingke had bandaged her wound very tightly, so Shi Jing couldn't see it and didn't dare to unbutton her coat to look.

He could only touch the blood through his coat, his heart aching so much that his breath trembled.

"What happened? Why is there so much blood?" He cried even faster than Zhu Jinzhao, his eyes red.

"Chaochao, does it hurt?"