Fu Jue looked at Zhai Shaolin with icy eyes, a mocking smile slowly spreading across his thin lips.
Zhai Shaolin was only stared at by Fu Jue for a second when he immediately felt an invisible yet powerful aura pressing down on him.
It was so heavy it made him feel suffocated.
"Mr. Fu, I..."
He doesn't know what to do now.
How can this be resolved in a way that satisfies both parties?
Should it be settled publicly or privately?
He knew that what An Susu and Zhai Wan'er had done was very serious, and could be considered a crime, and Fu Jue would definitely not let them off easily.
Gu Qingqing watched the two of them quietly, unsure how to resolve the situation.
She didn't care whether Zhai Wan'er lived or died, but An Susu absolutely had to live.
"Big brother, you have to save me! Big brother—"
Zhai Wan'er's shouts came from not far away.
Zhai Shaolin glanced at it twice, and without Fu Jue saying anything to stop him, he rushed over anxiously.
Just then, a police siren blared.
Among the accompanying sounds, there seemed to be the siren of an ambulance.
Zhai Shaolin rushed up to Zhai Wan'er and slapped her hard across the face with a loud "smack".
He was so angry that he couldn't speak.
"You dare hit me! Brother—" Zhai Wan'er's face was full of disbelief and anger that twisted her features.
Her eyes were bloodshot, radiating hatred. "You're all bad people! Just as despicable as Gu Qingqing! I hate you all!"
"Hit you? Don't even mention slapping you, I want to beat you to death!" Zhai Shaolin raised his right hand again and slapped her hard across the face.
"ah--"
Zhai Wan'er was slapped to the ground, her face swollen and red, her hair disheveled, and her clothes in disarray, no longer resembling the young lady of the Zhai family.
"How dare you do such a thing! I, Zhai Shaolin, have no sister like you!" A deep, bottomless wound tore open his heart, and blood dripped down his cheeks.
How did his sister become like this?
He had clearly done everything in his power to control and protect her, so why couldn't she understand him?
And yet, they still did something so unforgivable today.
Even if they were just there to disrupt Fu Jue's wedding, why did they have to use weapons? Were they aiming to kill Fu Jue?
Why did it turn out like this?
"Even you hit me for Gu Qingqing's sake? You still want to disown me? Zhai Shaolin! I hate you!"
Zhai Wan'er got up, covered in dirt, her eyes bloodshot, grinding her teeth and letting out a sinister laugh.
"That bitch Gu Qingqing, she ruined my happiness! I curse her to die a horrible death!"
Before she could finish speaking, Zhai Wan'er heard a gunshot and was suddenly struck by an impact, flying three meters away before crashing to the ground.
"Wan'er—" Zhai Shaolin saw her lying on the ground, covered in blood, with a gunshot wound to her chest.
He rushed over, knelt on the ground, and hugged her tightly in his arms.
He didn't have the courage to see who had fired the shot.
Even if it's not Fu Jue, it's still one of his people.
Zhai Shaolin knew he couldn't do anything to Fu Jue, and could only pray that Zhai Wan'er could hold on, as long as she got into the hospital, she could be saved.
He didn't even dare to look at the wounds on her body; he could only feel his hands were wet and his pants were gradually getting soaked.
"Save...save me, big brother...save...me..." Blood kept gushing from Zhai Wan'er's mouth, her entire face splattered with blood.
She didn't even finish a complete sentence before she breathed her last, her eyes wide open as if they were about to fall out.
His mouth was full of blood, his teeth were stained red, and his distorted facial features were extremely ferocious and terrifying.
"Wan'er—Wan'er—"
Zhai Shaolin looked up and shouted loudly again and again. His once bright and spirited eyes were now bloodshot, with the whites of his eyes filled with red blood vessels.
His eyes were glistening with tears, filled with sorrow and despair.
Tears welled up, slid down her cheeks, and dripped onto the blood-soaked ground.
The sound was shrill and heartbreaking, and those who heard it felt sorry for the listener.
He dared not look down at Zhai Wan'er, for he was afraid she was dead.
Even if he was deceiving himself, he didn't want to face such a cruel ending.
Standing five meters away, Fu Jue watched Zhai Wan'er fall to the ground, then threw the still-smoking pistol to Assistant Yin.
To die at his hands could be considered Zhai Wan'er's good fortune and destiny.
Gu Qingqing kept her eyes tightly shut, her mind filled with the horrifying image of Zhai Wan'er lying on the ground, her chest covered in bright red blood.
Does someone have to die to solve this?
She wasn't blaming Fu Jue for shooting Zhai Wan'er; after all, Zhai Wan'er's last words had angered her as well.
She never bullied Zhai Wan'er from beginning to end, so why should she treat her as an enemy?
Does this illicit relationship have to end in a life-or-death struggle?
Is it necessary to force something as invisible and intangible as love?
To encounter such a love is to have exhausted a lifetime of luck and good fortune.
You might never meet someone like that in your lifetime, and even if you manage to steal someone else's love, it will slip away.
To be a brave person is to be able to love and hate fiercely, to take things on and let them go.
Fu Jue turned to look at Gu Qingqing, whose face was pale, and helped her up. "Let's go back!"
Just then, the voices of Gu Jin and his group came from ahead...
——
Zhai Shaolin, whose voice was hoarse from crying, heard a familiar voice not far away.
Before he could get up to check, he saw An Susu dragging her bleeding legs, which were bruised from being shot, slowly crawling out from beside a car not far away.
"Shao Lin, save me! Please save me! I don't want to die, Shao Lin." Seeing Zhai Shao Lin, An Su Su's worries lessened considerably. As long as he was there, he could definitely protect her.
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