Xiang Jin was firmly pressed down on the bed as several people in white coats pushed a machine over. It was a private clinic, dilapidated and old. The ceiling in the corner of the ward was still leaking, and looking out the window, there was a cement wall covered with moss, shutting out the bustling metropolis.
Xiang Jin desperately called for help, trying to attract someone's attention, but after a long time, she didn't see a single person.
"Won't you gag me?" Li Shuhui urgently gave the order.
The nurse looked left and right, and saw a dishcloth on the washbasin next to her. She crumpled it up and was about to stuff it into Xiang Jin's mouth when Li Shuhui stopped her.
“Be a good girl and listen to me, that way the surgery might be easier for you. I know you’re stubborn and unwilling to accept your fate, but who told you to be born into that bitch Jiang Anqing’s belly, and to look so much like me, Aqi? So you should protect her from wealth and disaster, and be her slave.”
"Actually, I didn't want it to be like this either. You forced me, Xiang Jin. I love my daughter the most. Aqi is my life. You stole her man and blocked her path. You deserve to die." Li Shuhui fiddled with her delicate nails, a sinister glint flashing in her eyes.
"You're the one who deserves to die! From childhood to adulthood, how many sins have you committed for Xiang Qi? Don't you know? Taking her schooling, making her go to jail, making her marry in her place, and now you want to harm my child. Li Shuhui, a vicious person like you will be punished."
"Then come on! As long as it makes Aqi happy, what does retribution matter?" Li Shuhui pinched Xiang Jin's chin and stuffed a smelly rag into her mouth.
With everything prepared, the doctor returned to the bedside.
“Beep beep beep...beep beep beep…” At this moment, the cell phone in Xiang Jin’s bag rang.
Today she carried a simple black canvas bag, which she had just grabbed from the closet. The bag had a large opening, and her phone was clearly visible inside. Li Shuhui tilted her head slightly and saw the caller ID on the screen: Jia Nian.
Xiang Jin's blood was boiling.
It's Murong Xiao, it's Murong Xiao! She set this ringtone specifically for Murong Xiao, and it's him calling!
"Mmm..." She struggled desperately, trying to make a sound, but the nurse next to her pressed her body down even harder and covered her mouth.
The phone rang once but no one answered, then it automatically disconnected.
A moment later, the phone vibrated again.
Li Shuhui hesitated for a moment, made a shushing gesture, then glanced at Xiang Jin provocatively and swiped the screen.
"Hey, what are you doing?" It was Murong Xiao's deep and magnetic voice on the other end.
"I'm sorry, the owner of this phone left it at our front desk. If you can contact her, you can ask her to come to the Blue Bay Hotel front desk to pick it up." Li Shuhui pinched her throat, her voice deliberately high-pitched and gentle. "Are you her friend?"
"Blue Bay... Hotel?"
"Yes, she just entered the hotel hand in hand with a man. They looked very intimate. I guess it's her husband. They just went to their room."
Click, the other end of the phone hung up.
Li Shuhui tossed her phone aside, crossed her arms, and looked down at Xiang Jin.
The boiling blood instantly cooled down. Xiang Jin struggled desperately, wishing he could tear Li Shuhui's mouth apart.
"I just answered a phone call, there's no need to get so angry."
Li Shuhui bent down and took the smelly rag out of Xiang Jin's mouth: "Xiang Jin, I just want to tell you that I have a million ways to make you leave Murong Xiao. If you know what's good for you, the best way is to leave obediently and not pester me, understand? Murong Xiao belongs to A Qi. You are just a substitute bride. You are not worthy of Murong Xiao. Consider this past year as compensation for your service to the Xiang family. Now, it's time to return it to its rightful owner."
"Pooh!"
As she approached, Xiang Jin spat hard in her face. While Li Shuhui was protecting her face, she broke free from her restraints and kicked the nurse in the stomach. The nurse fell backward, knocking over the trolley behind her, and cotton swabs and medicine bottles were instantly scattered all over the ground.
The entire operating room was in chaos. Taking advantage of the chaos, Xiang Jin pushed aside the people blocking her way and rushed out of the door like a madwoman.
Beneath the moss-covered wall was a rusty door, chained with heavy, thick iron chains that took a long time to untangle. Just as they were about to catch up, Xiang Jin finally managed to break free of the chains and rushed out like a madman.
It was pouring rain outside.
There wasn't a single pedestrian on the street, and all the shops were closed.
The more nervous a person is, the less their legs will obey them. She tried her best but still felt slow. Seeing the people chasing behind her, she became even more flustered.
The rain soaked her to the bone, but she didn't care about anything else. She had to escape, she had to run away, she had to protect the child!
She ran for an unknown amount of time until she finally reached the end of the street. She turned a corner and found herself in the center of a square.
In the center of the square was a large LED screen showing live footage of the Paris fashion show. Xiang Jin had no interest in watching it; she was running like a madwoman when she bumped right into the people blocking her way.
She quickly changed direction and ran, only to find herself in a dead end.
They can't escape.
But she was not willing to give up.
They retreated again, trying to find another way out, only to find that they were blocked on all sides by Li Shuhui's men.
Just as Xiang Jin was in despair, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.
"I've heard that Fengrong Group has always maintained a wait-and-see attitude towards the fashion industry, but this time it has made an unprecedented investment in the Paris Fashion Show. I would like to interview Mr. Murong. What made you take this year's Paris Fashion Show so seriously? Is it Ms. Xiang Qi?"
Xiang Jin stopped in his tracks.
She turned around and saw Murong Xiao and Xiang Qi on the screen.
Under the dazzling lens of countless cameras, he wore a royal blue suit, his face handsome and sharp. Xiang Qi stood next to him, wearing a snow-white floral dress, graceful and demure. They were not just a good match, but a perfect pair.
Just like the talented men and beautiful women in a painting.
Upon hearing the reporter's question, Xiang Qi shyly turned her face to the side, looking at Murong Xiao with hope. Murong Xiao simply smiled slightly and casually uttered, "Fifty percent, I guess."
As soon as he finished speaking, a chorus of astonishment erupted throughout the room.
Even Xiang Qi, who was standing next to her, was stunned by this sudden happiness.
"You mean, fifty percent of the reason is because of Miss Xiangqi? It seems that what the outside world is saying is true. Mr. Murong's feelings for Miss Xiangqi are indeed very special."
…………
The rain poured down harder and harder in my ears.
As the rain gradually obscured her vision, people rushed up from all directions, restraining Xiang Jin's hands and feet, but her gaze remained fixed on the screen.
This is what a perfect couple looks like.
And what about Xiang Jin?
Bedbugs in the sewers, lowly beggars, and repulsive convicts.
In short, she shouldn't be Murong Xiao's wife, nor should she be the radiant Lady Murong.
The rag was stuffed into Xiang Jin's mouth again, and she lost her last chance to escape. This time, the people didn't fail as they had before, and they dragged her back to the dilapidated clinic in the pouring rain.
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