Chen Tinghan scratched his head and laughed innocently: "Yeah, you were so self-indulgent. I thought you really liked me, but later I found out that it was not the case. You care about me a lot, but it is definitely not because you like me."
"Why is that?"
"I didn't know it at first, but later I understood. It's because you, Wang Jinling, have lived for over thirty years without even having someone you love or who loves you." Chen Tinghan said, "You've secured so many projects for the Wang family, earned so much money, and done so many things. It's hard to list all your achievements. You have to find a way to let people know about this. Otherwise, what's the point of living?"
"I'm the camera you need, the listener who can put you in his or her shoes."
Wang Jinling was silent and fell into a trance for a moment.
Chen Tinghan continued, "How did I know? Because I went to the nursing home to see your mother. The old lady suffers from intermittent mental illness. I never knew about it."
He squeezed Wang Jinling's soft, boneless little hand and said gently, "She's been tight-lipped about the past, and her mental state is indeed terrible, but when she talks about her daughter, she becomes incessant."
"As you said, everyone has weaknesses."
Chen Tinghan's words were meaningful, and it was unclear whether this weakness referred to her mother or something else.
He continued, "You're just enjoying the conflict of having someone wrestle you. You want the ultimate submission, for me to get down on my knees like a dog and lick your feet."
The two of them snuggled up to each other and walked in the crowd. There was never a shortage of clingy couples on the beach at this time of year. His intimacy with her did not attract much attention, but some people still noticed her beautiful figure, then looked up and saw the pistol stuffed into her hand.
"You don't like me at all. I'm really relieved to understand this."
Unspeakable emotions surged in Wang Jinling's chest. She was originally very worried that Chen Tinghan came to see her today and really came to kneel down. That was the right thing to do. Threats, how fresh was that? What tricks would he play?
As if blood were coagulating again in her half-frozen veins, Wang Jinling smiled faintly and finally spoke, "Just because your parents are dead doesn't mean you don't have weaknesses. In fact, there are some soft spots that you wouldn't even think of. For example, those people you cut off all ties with, it shows that you care about them."
"That's none of my business anymore." Chen Tinghan laughed, as hearty as he was when he was a teenager.
Seeing this smile, a strong sense of uneasiness suddenly rushed into Wang Jinling's heart. Just as she was about to speak, Chen Tinghan had already firmly grasped her gun-holding hand, causing her fingers to hurt.
The gun was raised, but not at Wang Jinling, but at himself.
Flames spewed out from the muzzle of the gun, and the whistling of gunpowder was light and clear. Chen Tinghan's blood and brain matter splashed out without any regret, soaking her mourning clothes and leaving strange bloodstains on her fair and tender face.
She blinked and looked at Chen Tinghan who had fallen to the ground, and was speechless for a moment.
Wang Jinling realized it belatedly, and felt that his death was like a powerful poison that pierced directly into her chest, and spread throughout her body as her heart beat, paralyzing her and making it difficult for her to breathe.
She quickly forced herself to break free from her emotions. As long as she, Wang Jinling, was alive, Chen Tinghan would never pass away. Of course, this was not the relationship between Boya and Ziqi, nor was it a friendship of soulmates, but an endless hatred that would last until one of them dies.
How can he sleep peacefully if his enemies are not dead?!
Now that Chen Tinghan is dead, it is impossible that he has given up. Either his death can bring something, or... he believes that even if he dies, the things he leaves behind can settle this fifteen-year feud.
In a trance, she felt a dazzling gaze and looked around, only to find that many people were looking at her.
The bustling seaside has become a mess, the joy has been washed away by the gunshots and replaced by blood.
They all saw the black-clad female devil blowing people’s heads off with a gun.
The sirens sounded one after another, and their reaction was jaw-droppingly fast. In just one minute, they arrived in front of Wang Jinling, as if they had planned it beforehand.
In an instant, Wang Jinling figured out many things.
Then, her phone began to flood with messages and calls. This series of events signaled that the gift Chen Tinghan had prepared for her by his death had arrived. Wang Jinling chuckled softly, ignoring the loud warnings of the police ahead. She gently wiped the blood from her gun, sighed, and remained silent.
Looking at the gun in her hand, Wang Jinling raised her head, her eyes cold and meaningful.
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