He Yining laughed arrogantly, using the most vicious language to provoke him.
He Nianhui's eyes went from despair at the beginning to anger and ruthlessness, and then to a resolute determination to perish together with others.
He fixed his gaze on the gun in He Yining's hand, pushed away Huo Junyang's hand, and pounced on it!
He Yining realized he was rushing towards her a little too late, but she still managed to nimbly sidestep and block He Nianhui with her elbow.
"You little bastard! You're asking for it!"
He Nianhui bit her wrist hard, and He Yining screamed in pain. The two wrestled on the ground.
Suddenly, He Yining pointed his gun at Huo Junyang!
"He Nianhui, you little bastard!" she screamed hysterically. "I'll kill him first, then I'll kill you!"
"I'm afraid you'll never be able to do it in your lifetime!" He Nianhui roared.
Huo Junyang shouted and rushed over. At this moment, several people rushed in from outside, tied Huo Junyang's hands behind his back, and pressed him to the ground!
Just as He Yining raised his pistol, He Nianhui smiled slightly and glanced back at Huo Junyang, who was still struggling on the floor...
Then, without hesitation, he stepped in front of her, shielding her with his entire body...
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out, and the whole world seemed to fall silent.
The air was filled with a mixture of gunpowder and blood.
Huo Junyang's eyes widened, everything before him a sea of red. He heard a muffled thud, saw a pool of blood on the floor, and saw He Nianhui lying there, still convulsing...
Huo Junyang screamed in despair as he struggled to break free from those holding him down.
He was only a few steps away from He Nianhui.
But those few steps felt like centuries to him.
"Huo... Huo Junyang..." He Nianhui held on to her last breath, opened her eyes, looked at him, and smiled slightly.
Huo Junyang wanted to cry but couldn't, and wanted to say something but couldn't utter a sound.
He instinctively pressed his hand against the man's chest, where a bullet hole was gushing blood. He had never known that a person could bleed so much.
“Huo Junyang…” He Nianhui looked at him, “You, you promised me…”
"I promise, I promise anything!" Huo Junyang's voice trembled. "He Nianhui, don't fall asleep... We'll be out soon, my brother will be here soon!"
He Nianhui smiled and shook his head, "Promise me... you will be happy for the rest of your life..."
Huo Junyang looked at him, his mind a complete mess, and nodded vigorously in a daze.
“And…” He Nianhui gasped, “I…I like…you…”
His voice was very soft and his words were mumbled, but Huo Junyang could hear every single word clearly.
His hand fell, his head turned to one side, and he stopped breathing.
He Yining, standing behind Huo Junyang, raised his pistol again and aimed it at him.
However, at that moment, the police broke down the door! Before He Yining could pull the trigger, Huo Jingnan accurately shot him in the wrist!
The bullet pierced her wrist bone, not fatal, but it caused an intense, burning pain!
The entire secret room was filled with He Yining's screams.
Seeing the disheveled Huo Junyang, Huo Jingnan trembled with anger and wanted to fire another shot, but his comrades desperately stopped him.
"Jingnan, calm down! Keep her alive; the law will punish her! Go check on your brother first!"
Huo Jingnan rushed towards Huo Junyang.
At this moment, Huo Junyang seemed to have his soul ripped out. He tightly hugged He Nianhui's still warm body, his face pale and his eyes glazed over.
It wasn't until Huo Jingnan shouted at him a few times and forcefully pulled him up that he saw bloodstains all over the room, and the last taut string snapped.
He hadn't cried until now, but at that moment, tears streamed down his face.
He Yining and the thugs who impersonated doctors were all arrested. Several police cars were parked outside the secret room. Huo Junyu got out of one of them and ran up to give Huo Junyang a hug.
"It's all over now, everything's alright!"
Meanwhile, He Nianhui's body, covered with a white sheet, was carried out by the police.
Huo Junyu was startled. Huo Jingnan, who was next to him, gave him a look and gently shook his head.
"Yangyang," Huo Junyu patted his younger brother's shoulder, "Don't be afraid, Mom and Dad are here too... We will definitely get him justice!"
“I want to go to his studio,” Huo Junyang said in a low voice. “I want to get those paintings he painted back…”
Huo Junyu nodded and led Huo Junyang into the car.
*
Jiang Can and Huo Zhixing also rushed to Yun City.
When they saw Huo Junyang sleeping soundly in the hotel, their hearts, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down a little.
Jiang Can sat on the edge of the bed and tenderly stroked her son's head. Huo Junyang curled up, almost completely covered by the blanket, trembling from time to time.
Her nose tingled, and she couldn't help but shed tears. Yangyang had never slept like this before. He was a carefree child, and his sleeping posture was always spread-eagled, lying on his back with his arms and legs outstretched, looking very relaxed.
He had only ever slept in this extremely insecure position before, around the time Lu Ran attempted suicide…
Huo Zhi walked over and gently put his arm around his wife's shoulder. "Let him sleep a little longer."
Jiang Can sighed and followed him outside.
Huo Junyu and Huo Jingnan had already explained the whole story. At this time, Jiang Mianmian and Huo Jiayuan were both on Zhu Jingwei's island, and Lin Zhaojiang also brought Song Wanchao to the hotel.
These successive events left Song Wan feeling listless, her eyes and brows filled with worry.
Lin Zhaojiang held her hand the whole time, pulled her into his arms, and gently comforted her.
"I still can't accept that He Nianhui is dead..." she whispered. "It was so sudden, I..."
“He Yining will be punished,” Lin Zhaojiang whispered in her ear. “Everything needs to be put to a close.”
"Everything?"
Song Wan looked up at him, and his deep eyes seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words.
Lin Zhaojiang smiled gently, "Wanwan, I know you're feeling bad right now. But you have to pull yourself together and accept what's going to happen next."
Song Wan's heart was pounding. She cautiously asked, "Nothing serious will happen again, right? Mr. and Mrs. Huo are here. They'll take charge, won't they?"
Lin Zhaojiang hugged her, and at that moment, Song Wan was especially fond of his scent and the warmth of his embrace.
“Just remember,” he said in a deep voice, “no matter what happens, I will stand by your side! He Cangwu is on his way to the hotel now, and my aunt will be here too. Everything will come to light, and this explanation is not only for He Nianhui, but also for you!”
"What?"
"Wanwan, listen carefully." Lin Zhaojiang took a deep breath and told her, word by word, "Actually, I've already figured out your identity... You are not your mother's daughter, and you have nothing to do with the Song family!"
“Your father is He Cangwu, and your biological mother…” He looked into her eyes, “you’ve seen her in your aunt’s photo album!”
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