Chapter 27 I'll Let You Go Unless I Die
Jealousy is a wildly growing vine that has already tightly wrapped around Lin Jinyun's heart, making it airtight.
It fed on her insecurity and possessiveness, and blossomed into vicious flowers.
She could not tolerate Gu Manman's existence, even if it was just as an imprisoned shadow.
As long as Gu Manman is alive and occupies the secret corner in Feng Mingzhou's heart, she will never be truly at peace.
What she wants is complete possession and a flawless victory.
As a woman, she knows too well how to hurt people's hearts the most.
Thinking of Gu Manman's desperate and crazy look just now, Lin Jinyun felt a chill on his back, but the unwillingness and resentment in his heart burned even more fiercely.
Why? She was the legitimate fiancée, pregnant with the heir of the Feng family. That woman was just a captive past tense. Why did she dare to threaten her?
Lin Jinyun touched her slightly bulging belly, and a fierce look flashed across her face.
She took out her cell phone, slid her fingertips quickly across the screen, and found the video file that she had saved not long ago.
She raised the corners of her lips, revealing a poisonous smile, and clicked send without hesitation.
Gu Manman had just hugged the white cat back into her arms and was trying to calm its frightened emotions when the screen of her cell phone lit up.
It was a message from Lin Jinyun, a video.
His fingertip hovered above the screen, hesitating for a few seconds.
But in the end, she still clicked it, as if out of self-abuse inertia.
The screen lights up, with a shaky camera and a luxurious hotel suite in the background.
The man's low breathing and the woman's deliberately raised moans intertwined together and entered Gu Manman's ears through the receiver.
The light from the mobile phone screen reflected on Gu Manman's face, flickering.
The sound in the video continued, becoming increasingly unbearable.
She felt that her breathing became difficult, and her chest seemed to be pressed down by a huge rock, and her stomach began to churn.
Gu Manman threw the phone out suddenly. The phone hit the opposite wall with a dull sound. The screen instantly shattered into a spider web shape and the video screen stopped abruptly.
The world suddenly became quiet, leaving only her heavy and disordered breathing.
She hugged her knees and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
An overwhelming feeling of nausea rose up in my throat.
She curled up like this, motionless, until it grew dark.
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Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the setting sun dyed the sky blood red, and then slowly faded.
The wind seeped in from the window, freezing cold, but she didn't move.
The coldness crept up her skin, like countless tiny needles piercing her flesh, but she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand to close the window.
My heart is already cold anyway, so what difference does it make if my body becomes a little colder?
Feng Mingzhou came over in the evening, and Xu An followed behind him, wanting to say something but stopping himself.
He took off his coat and threw it on the sofa, frowning.
"The housekeeper said you haven't eaten for a day?" He walked up to her, squatted down, and reached out to touch her face, but she turned her head away.
His eyes darkened, and his tone was filled with a barely perceptible worry: "Gu Manman, what do you want? Do you want to starve yourself to death?"
He held her hand, and the cold touch made his heart tighten. "Tell me if you have anything to say. Don't torture yourself like this."
"Let me go."
"Feng Mingzhou, I don't want to love you anymore. I just want to leave you and leave here."
His face turned pale instantly, and the hand holding her began to tremble.
"impossible."
He gritted his teeth and said, "I will let you go unless I die."
She looked at his face so close to her, the face that had made her heart beat so many times, and the face that made her sick in the video. At this moment, there was only madness that made her want to escape.
She suddenly laughed, the corners of her mouth twitched upwards, and she let out a hoarse, broken laugh. The laugh echoed in the empty room, so desolate that it made people feel creepy.
Her eyes fell on the coffee table, where there was a fruit peeling knife, the blade flashing coldly under the light.
She picked up the knife and stabbed him in the chest without hesitation.
Feng Mingzhou reacted almost instinctively, quickly raised his left hand and faced the blade directly, blood gushed out instantly.
He grasped the blade, the severe pain in his hand made his brows twist into a "川" shape, but his hand did not loosen at all.
The housekeeper rushed over with two maids, and when he saw the scene, he turned pale with fright.
"Call a doctor! Quick!" The butler's voice trembled as he yelled at the bodyguards guarding outside the door. At the same time, he hurried forward and tried to pry open Gu Manman's fingers that were tightly gripping the knife handle.
"Stop!" Feng Mingzhou roared suddenly, his voice filled with uncontrollable shock and anger, but that anger was not directed at Gu Manman.
"Don't scare her!" He turned around, glanced coldly at the frightened housekeeper and maid, and ordered firmly, "Get out! Call the doctor immediately, now!"
Her fingers loosened.
The fruit knife fell on the thick carpet with a dull sound.
Feng Mingzhou's tall body did not move at all. The hand holding the blade had blood gushing out from between the fingers, staining the cuffs of his expensive shirt red.
He clenched his teeth, his jawline was tense, but his deep eyes were fixed on her, with a madness and stubbornness that she could not interpret.
There was a faint smell of blood in the air.
Gu Manman looked at him expressionlessly, then turned around abruptly, used all her strength to pull open the heavy door of the bedroom, walked in quickly, and slammed the door shut with a bang, cutting off everything from outside.
The doctor arrived quickly and treated Feng Mingzhou's wounds.
The alcohol cotton brought a slight stinging sensation when it rubbed against his skin, but he seemed to be unaware of it.
The doctor carefully wrapped the gauze around the wound and whispered, "Mr. Feng, the wound is not deep, be careful not to get it wet..."
Feng Mingzhou's eyes never left the tightly closed bedroom door.
Compared to the insignificant wound on his wrist, somewhere in his heart, he was feeling waves of sharp pain that made it hard for him to breathe.
The doctor packed up his medicine box and tactfully left.
Feng Mingzhou stood up, walked to the bedroom door, raised his hand to knock, but dropped it weakly.
He leaned against the cold wall, and his tall body seemed a little hunched.
After a moment, he stood up, turned around and told the butler who was waiting beside him, "Put away all the sharp objects in the villa, including knives, scissors, and glassware."
He paused, then added, "Replace all ceramic tableware and cups with plastic or silicone. Do it now."
The butler looked at the fear and exhaustion that could not be concealed in the depths of his boss's eyes and bowed his head respectfully: "Yes, sir."
He waved his hand to signal the servants to start working, and a rustling, deliberately suppressed sound of busyness could be heard in the huge villa.
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