Chapter 130 Bear Band-Aid
"solve?!"
Yu Ling's voice was so sharp that it could pierce the ceiling. She was shaking with anger, and her eyes were staring at Zhao Chen's face full of pain and anxiety like fire!
"Solve it!" She rushed forward, almost crashing into Zhao Chen's arms. Her fingers, like the wind, fiercely stabbed at the pile of burnt fried eggs on the counter. "Solve this pile of gold garbage of yours? Or solve your honey-coated 'bankruptcy notice'?!"
His fingertips were white from poking, and his voice was hoarse like a broken gong:
"Zhao Chen! You're still lying! Still acting! Do you have any real words left in your mouth?! 'Clerk' is fake! 'Bankruptcy' is fake! Even your desperate and affectionate look..."
She gasped, her chest heaving violently, "...Is this also a play you made up?! What on earth do you want to do?!"
Every word was like a red-hot iron, burning Zhao Chen's heart! The pain was so severe that his vision went black and he couldn't even stand!
He wanted to roar, wanted to tear Gu Qianqian's evil plan to pieces and show her, wanted to let her see his real world... But his throat was strangled tightly, and he could only make painful, bellows-like gasps: "No... Lingling... It's not... It's Gu Qianqian..."
"Shut up!" Yu Ling interrupted harshly, the light in her eyes completely extinguished, leaving only icy glints. "Gu Qianqian again! Zhao Chen, is this all you can do? Besides putting the blame on your 'old classmate', what else can you do? Do you think lying to me is fun? Are you addicted to pretending to be poor? Will you die if you tell the truth?!"
She suddenly grabbed the crystal jar of premium black truffles next to the stove! The cold jar hurt her hands, and the black flakes inside, which were more valuable than gold, were now the loudest slap in Zhao Chen's face for deceiving her!
The huge humiliation and the rage of being made a fool of exploded in her chest like a volcano!
"Solve it?! Sure! Show me how you solve it!" Yu Ling's voice was filled with madness. She used all her strength to swing the heavy crystal jar towards the cold marble floor under Zhao Chen's feet!
"Use your 'golden garbage' to deal with it!"
"Don't!" Zhao Chen's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints in an instant, and he was almost scared out of his wits! The body was a hundred times faster than the brain!
Just when the crystal jar was about to fall out of his hand and was about to be smashed to pieces!
Zhao Chen lunged forward like a cannonball, forcing himself between Yu Ling and the falling weapon. His bony hand, which had just been clutching his paycheck, now desperately clawed at the shadow that was falling with immense force.
"Bang—crash—!"
The sharp explosion sounded throughout the kitchen!
Amidst Yu Ling's screams, the crystal jar smashed fiercely between Zhao Chen's outstretched hand and the floor tiles! It instantly shattered into pieces! Countless sharp fragments and precious black truffle slices flew everywhere like bomb fragments!
"Ugh!" Zhao Chen's muffled groan was suppressed in his throat! The huge impact made his body shake violently, and one knee slammed to the ground with a thud!
Like a flood, blood gushed out from his tightly gripped palm, spurting out like a floodgate! It dripped between his fingers and down his forearm, and in the blink of an eye, it had spread a dazzling red across the smooth white marble.
Time is stuck.
Yu Ling remained in the pose of smashing the jar, frozen like a wooden figure. The anger and despair on her face shattered to the ground, leaving only extreme fear and blank disbelief!
She stared dumbfoundedly at Zhao Chen, kneeling in the mess. She looked at his hand, instantly stained with blood, still clutching the sharp fragments tightly. She looked at his pale face and the cold sweat that streamed down his forehead like a waterfall...
The visual impact and overwhelming panic instantly overwhelmed her! All her anger, all her questions, all her despair, crumbled before the glaring scarlet!
"Zhao... Zhao Chen?!" Her voice was shaking out of tune, her body moved faster than her brain, her knees gave way and she knelt down beside him. She stretched out her hand to touch his bloody hand, but was frightened by the scorching red color and pulled it back abruptly!
"You...are you crazy?! Do you want to die?!" She cried, tears falling like beads from a broken string, hitting the ground mixed with blood and truffle fragments.
Zhao Chen's vision went black due to the pain, the veins in his temples were throbbing, and cold sweat was running down his temples.
He bit his lip hard, stifling a groan of pain. His gold-rimmed glasses hung askew on his nose, but the look behind the lenses was tenacious, piercing through the pain, fixed on Yu Ling's terrified face.
Looking at her tears, looking at the huge panic and heartache in her eyes that instantly replaced the anger because of her injury, a bloody and almost perverted sense of satisfaction strangely overwhelmed the severe pain in my palm.
Worth it.
Lingling...still feels sorry for him.
That's enough.
With his uninjured hand, he struggled and trembled badly as he took something out of his trouser pocket which was stained with blood and truffle residue.
Not money, not a cell phone.
It’s… a small, pink Band-Aid with a silly cartoon bear printed on it!
The edges of the Band-Aid were frayed, clearly from countless rubbings. Some of his palm's blood had stained it, giving the silly little bear a sinister look.
Zhao Chen held the small Band-Aid with his blood-stained fingertips, carefully and tremblingly handed it to Yu Ling as if he were holding a priceless treasure.
The voice was intermittent and hoarse due to the severe pain, but it was filled with an unquestionable stubbornness and... clumsy flattery:
"Don't... don't cry..." He gasped, and his palms hurt so much with every word he said.
“…You…you have a bad stomach…you’re too angry…it hurts more…it hurts more…” He tried to force a smile to comfort her, but his face was distorted with pain.
"...the medicine box...in the living room...it's high...you can't reach it...put this...on it first...to relieve...the pain..."
He looked at Yu Ling's instantly petrified expression and added with great effort. His voice was as weak as a mosquito's hum, but it was filled with childish seriousness:
“…Little Bear…it works…I…I tried it…”
Yu Ling stared dumbfoundedly at the blood-stained little bear Band-Aid being held under her nose. Then she looked at Zhao Chen's bloodied hand, still stubbornly holding up the Band-Aid. Then she looked at his face, distorted with pain, still trying hard to "smile" at her...
The huge sense of absurdity, the piercing pain, the overwhelming panic, and the complex emotions that overwhelmed her and made her brain completely shut down... She was stunned in an instant!
madman!
This guy is a fucking lunatic!
Use your hands to catch the falling crystal jar!
Bleeding profusely, and he thought she had a stomachache?! He even pulled out a kindergarten-level bear band-aid to "relieve the pain"?!
"You..." Yu Ling's lips trembled like a sieve, and tears burst out like a dam breaking.
She wanted to scold him, to hit him, to grab him by the collar and ask him what kind of paste was in his head! But her throat was blocked by the scalding cotton, and not a single word could come out! All that was left was the excruciating pain of her heart being fiercely grasped and crushed by an invisible hand!
Almost instinctively, she snatched the blood-stained Band-Aid and frantically tore the wrapping apart! Her fingers trembled like Parkinson's disease, and after several attempts, she finally untied the piece of tape with the bloody bear printed on it. Sloppily and with a furious force, she slammed it hard onto Zhao Chen's blood-soaked palm!
"You're so stupid! You lunatic! Who needs your lousy Band-Aid!" Yu Ling pressed the Band-Aid in vain against his bleeding wound while screaming in tears. Her tears splashed on the back of Zhao Chen's hand, mixing with the blood. "The first aid kit! Where's the first aid kit?!"
She looked up in panic, her eyes darting around the luxurious kitchen, trying to find the life-saving box.
Just as she glanced at the kitchen counter next to her and was about to get up and rush to the living room—
“Ding Dong!”
A crisp email alert sound popped out from her phone that was placed on the kitchen counter at an inopportune moment!
Yu Ling paused subconsciously.
The same millisecond when the prompt sounded!
Zhao Chen, who was in so much pain just now that he was half-breathing, suddenly had two cold rays of light like ice cones shoot out from his eyes!
Not covering the wound!
Instead, he grabbed Yu Ling's wrist which was about to touch the cell phone with an unresistable and almost brutal force!
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