The man was clearly determined to get what he wanted, and he raised a fruit knife and charged at Nanzhi's face. Nanzhi was prepared to fight him.
Unexpectedly, with a "thud," just as the person was about to reach Nanzhi, he flew backward and landed on the ground, skimming the ground for about two meters before coming to a stop.
Nanzhi turned her head and glanced at Shen Xingmian. His eyes were filled with worry as he held Nanzhi's shoulders and asked, "Zhizhi, are you hurt?"
Nan Zhi shook her head. "It's nothing. This person looks quite familiar to me."
When the man saw Shen Xingmian arrive, he clearly wanted to get up and run away. Just as Nanzhi was about to break free from Shen Xingmian to stop him, she couldn't break free no matter what she did.
The man's eyes were deep and unfathomable as he stared at Nanzhi's right arm, which was stained with red blood, clearly indicating an injury.
Shen Xingmian was lost in thought, emanating a chilling aura that was both cold and terrifying. He pursed his lips, remaining silent as he stared at the wound. The crimson blood pierced Shen Xingmian's heart and ignited the violence buried within him.
Nan Zhi called out, "Shen Xingmian?"
Shen Xingmian gently released Nanzhi, turned around, and walked towards that person.
Step by step, like messengers from hell, the man felt terrified. He struggled to his feet, and just as he was about to run away, he was kicked hard in the back and fell to the ground.
Shen Xingmian's cold face was expressionless, and her pupils were dark and unfathomable.
He stepped on the man's back, bent down, and parted his thin lips slightly, "You dare to hurt her."
His tone was calm and even, but the horror hidden in his words could only be felt by the person involved.
Before the man could say a word, Shen Xingmian pinched his back hard again.
Then, he reached out and grabbed the man's hair, speaking in a sinister tone: "You hurt her."
Now the man was frightened too, and he spoke in a trembling voice:
"Yes, I'm sorry, I... I was wrong."
He used to act without hesitation, but now he's genuinely afraid.
This man looked like a demon from hell, and the way he looked at me was like looking at a dead man.
"You deserve to die." After uttering these words, Shen Xingmian lifted her foot off the man's back, took a few steps to the side, picked up the fruit knife that had been thrown on the ground, and slowly walked back towards the man.
The blade was so bright it reflected light, making the man's eyes flash.
You can only understand this feeling by experiencing it firsthand. The man in front of you is a psychopath. He has no thoughts at this moment and is only thinking about killing.
Shen Xingmian held a fruit knife in her hand and slowly approached the man.
The man sat up in fear and backed away, only to see Shen Xingmian raise her knife, aiming it at the man's neck.
"Shen Xingmian."
A shout startled Shen Xingmian, and then his hand was grabbed.
Nan Zhi was terrified when she saw Shen Xingmian like this. He seemed like a completely different person just now. Nan Zhi had never seen him like this before.
Sensing something was wrong, she rushed over; it was so close, so very close, that something terrible happened.
Shen Xingmian's pupils were still dark and lifeless. Nan Zhi spoke softly and patted his back, "Shen Xingmian, I'm fine. Look at me. I'm Zhizhi, your Zhizhi. I'm fine."
Shen Xingmian's unfocused pupils seemed to gradually return to focus. After a while, his gaze finally sharpened. Looking at Nan Zhi's face, then at the fruit knife in his hand, he frowned. "Zhizhi, I..."
Nanzhi smiled and said, "There's nothing there, don't worry."
After saying that, she took the fruit knife from Shen Xingmian's hand, looked at the man on the ground, and the more Nanzhi looked at him, the more familiar he seemed. "Who are you? Why did you hurt me?"
After fighting for so long, the man's mask still hadn't fallen off. He hadn't recovered from what had just happened. When he heard Nanzhi ask him a question, and then looked at Shen Xingmian beside Nanzhi, the man breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't say anything.
Nanzhi didn't waste any words with him. She went straight up and kicked the man, roughly pulling down his mask.
Qi Hao stared wide-eyed, completely stunned. How could there be such a rude woman?
Nan Zhi, upon seeing Qi Hao, had already guessed what was going on and raised an eyebrow to ask:
"Did Lian Chuchu send you?"
Qi Hao snorted and remained silent.
Nan Zhi chuckled and turned to Shen Xingmian, saying, "Let's call the police."
Qi Hao panicked a little. If he were arrested, who would take care of Chu Chu?
The decision to make this decision started when I returned to the Lian family home that afternoon.
Qi Hao escorted Lian Chuchu back to the Lian family home, but to his surprise, the Lian family wouldn't even let Chuchu in. They even packed up all of Chuchu's belongings and threw them out. The head of the Lian family didn't even show up; he only sent a servant to deliver a message.
They said that Chu Chu had disgraced the Lian family and that from now on she would have nothing to do with the Lian family anymore, and that she should get lost.
In that short day, Lian Chuchu experienced too much. When she heard the news, she was so angry that she fainted.
Qi Hao took Lian Chuchu all the way to the hospital. Seeing her pale and weak sleeping face, he felt extremely distressed. So he bought a fruit knife, thinking of trying his luck at the association. He had to make Nan Zhi suffer a bit.
His original intention was to ruin Nanzhi's face, not to kill her, but who knew that a Cheng Yaojin would suddenly appear out of nowhere.
In fact, even if Shen Xingmian wasn't there, Nan Zhi could still make Qi Hao question his existence, but she didn't have that opportunity today.
"Don't call the police. I just want to teach you a lesson on behalf of Chuchu. She has no idea."
Nan Zhi curled her lips and looked at Qi Hao coldly, "I knew it was her, but I definitely have to call the police."
After saying that, he made a phone call.
In his anxiety, Qi Hao tried to stand up and grab Nan Zhi's phone, but he didn't get the chance. Shen Xingmian stepped forward, stomped him to the ground, and coldly said:
"Don't move."
Qi Hao: "..." This is a demon! He still prefers the police station to being with Shen Xingmian.
Soon, the police arrived, and Qi Hao was taken away. Nan Zhi and Shen Xingmian also went there to give their statements. Before leaving, Shen Xingmian met with Qi Hao. Nan Zhi didn't know what he said, but in any case, Qi Hao was quite excited.
"Shen Xingmian, what did you say to him?"
The man reached out and put his arm around Nanzhi, a slight smile playing on his lips. "It's nothing, I just hope he can have a better life in the future."
Nanzhi: "......"
The wound on her arm wasn't serious, but Shen Xingmian still dragged her to the hospital. They only went home after it was bandaged up.
Neither Nan Zhi nor Shen Xingmian mentioned his previous loss of control.
But at night, when Nan Zhi was fast asleep, she heard the rapid breathing of the person next to her. She opened her eyes and propped herself up to look at Shen Xingmian.
By the dim light of the bedside lamp, I could see that Shen Xingmian was pale, her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, her brows were furrowed, and she was sleeping very restlessly.
Nanzhi thought she was dreaming, so she reached out and gently pushed her.
"Shen Xingmian, wake up."
"......"
"Shen Xingmian? Shen Xingmian, Shen Xingmian, wake up."
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