86. I won't let you leave
When he heard the three words "let me go", he raised his head, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, leaving only traces of tears.
His dark eyes were filled with ferocious bloodshot, his hoarse voice was filled with devastating pain, and he forced himself to remain calm:
"Yan Hui, I won't let you leave! Without you... I can't live..."
Almost like bewitching: "Kill me, and you will be free when I die."
"No, it's impossible...you lunatic!"
She was horrified by the desperate, morbid madness in his eyes, and her lips trembled.
The moment she trembled, Fu Rongshen held her hand tightly, clenched the dagger, and stabbed it hard into his chest.
The movements were fast and fierce, without any hesitation.
Complete self-destruction.
"puff!"
As the blade sank into his flesh, his body suddenly stiffened and he convulsed in pain.
A difficult yet relaxed smile appeared on his pale face, and he murmured like a sigh: "Yan Hui, I love you... I love you very much, I love you very much..."
He lost all his strength and gradually loosened his grip on her hand. His body swayed and he fell to the ground with a thud.
There were cold sweat and blue veins on his forehead caused by the severe pain, and a tear rolled down the corner of his eye.
"Fu Rongshen!"
She watched him curl up on the ground, her pupils suddenly contracting in horror.
He is a madman, a complete madman!
Blood flowed continuously from the dagger's bloodletting groove, staining his gray suit red, making him look hideous and terrifying.
“Fu Rongshen! …Fu Rongshen!”
The girl's voice broke and trembled. She took out her cell phone from her pocket, but the phone slipped to the ground twice because she couldn't hold it firmly. She called the emergency number with tears streaming down her face.
…
Fu Rongshen was pushed into the emergency room for rescue. The dagger was inserted straight into his chest. It was unknown whether he could survive.
Upon hearing the news, Mr. Fu and other members of the Fu family rushed over and saw the girl sitting in front of the operating room with her head down, her blood-stained hands tightly holding her arms, her body shaking constantly.
"How dare you, a bitch, kill Rong Shen!"
Old Master Fu's face turned pale as he was supported as he approached her. He was so angry that he raised his hand to slap her: "Evil creature!"
Duan Yingcuo saw this and hurriedly stopped him.
"dad!"
She shook her head: "I don't know what happened. I can't fight Xiaoyan back."
At this time, the girl finally moved. She raised her head with empty eyes, looked around at the Fu family members surrounding her, and then slowly lowered her head, like a machine.
Like a lost soul.
Fu Jin and Duan Yingci asked her, but she didn't respond.
There was no surveillance camera in that room, and no one knew what had happened except Chu Yanhui, but she said nothing.
Mr. Fu was held tightly, unable to move. He was anxious and angry, his face flushed, his neck thick, and he gnashed his teeth:
"There are only two people in the room. Who else could it be but her? Rong Shen was bewitched by this woman and tore his face off with me for her. Now, this woman is trying to kill him!"
"uncertain……"
Duan Yingci's face turned grim when she thought of the things in that room.
He raised his head and looked at Fu Jin, who was supporting the old man. Both of them saw indescribable emotions in each other's eyes.
Fu Qiulei had poor legs and feet, so he didn't go upstairs to see, but she and he saw the scene in the room clearly.
No one could have imagined that Fu Rongshen was so mentally ill. He had been peeping at other girls for who knows how many years - a whole wall of photos, big and small, densely packed!
The messages, letters, toys, and clothes that Xiaoyan brought back...
And that thick diary.
The content is simply insane!
Duan Yingxiong turned her head away. It was difficult to say about this matter.
Fu Rongshen usually looks serious, gentle and steady, but secretly he is a pervert who does such things.
There were no traces at the scene. It was very likely that Xiaoyan would discover the truth and be unable to accept it...
But where did she get the knife from? And how could she have stabbed him?
"The fingerprints on the dagger have been taken for testing, and the results will be out. Dad, please calm down first... Didn't the doctor say that the heart was not hit? Rong Shen will be fine."
Duan Yingci comforted Mr. Fu.
When Fu Zhiju rushed over from home, he saw Chu Yanhui sitting on a waiting chair in the hospital with her head down. Her falling hair and shadows covered her face, making it impossible to see her expression.
His parents and grandfather were sitting at the other end. The deliberately cut wires and angry and gloomy expressions all pointed to Yan Hui as the murderer.
But she didn't believe it!
Yan Hui would never commit murder, no matter how much he hated someone. Especially when the other person was someone he deeply loved...
Fu Zhiju hugged the girl almost immediately, then squatted in front of her, brushed aside her messy hair, looked at her face, and said in a gentle voice, "Yan Hui, are you okay?"
The other party seemed to have lost the ability to understand words, staring at her blankly with unfocused eyes.
The lenses were stained with tears and were extremely blurry.
Fu Zhiju took off her glasses distressedly and gently shook her hand, which was clenched tightly on her arm and stained with dried blood: "Yan Hui, little Yan Hui, I am Zhiju, look at me..."
Chu Yan looked back and slowly regained focus.
The moment she saw clearly that the person in front of her was Fu Zhiju, tears welled up in her eyes.
"Holding the torch..."
I couldn't say a word, I just cried.
Fear, anxiety, anger, disgust, regret, sadness...
Endless emotions were swallowed into my stomach along with the sobs, and only tears kept flowing out.
"It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm always here." Fu Zhiju sat beside her, held her in his arms, patted her shoulders and comforted her.
Looking at this scene, Mr. Fu was so angry that he sneered: "Fu Jin, look at the good daughter you raised!"
Fu Jin and Duan Yingci remained silent.
The operation takes a long time.
The sun was setting outside the window. The girl cried until her eyes were red and swollen and her whole body was weak. She leaned on Fu Zhiju, sobbing.
"Okay, stop crying. It'll hurt your eyes," Fu Zhiju helped the man, whose legs were almost weak, to his feet. "Come on, I'll go to the bathroom with you to wash your face."
The cold water splashed on his face, and Chu Yanhui's trembling finally subsided.
She tried hard to suppress her emotions and said word by word: "Zhiju, do you think I hurt him?"
Fu Zhiju shook his head.
"I know you best. I think Fu Rongshen wanted to kill you, but you got the better of him."
"No, he didn't want to kill me, he, he..." Chu Yanhui swallowed his saliva, his almond-shaped eyes wide open like copper bells, fear almost overflowing, "He wants me to kill him!"
Fu Zhiju was shocked: "What!"
The girl stretched out her right hand, and then pulled her hand over to cover it: "He held my hand like this, forcing me to hold the dagger tightly, pointing it at his heart... and then stabbing it..."
Those few short sentences exhausted all of Chu Yanhui's strength. Her face was pale and she leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, like a fish dragged onto a scorched beach.
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