"Is it necessary because her hands got dirty?"
"But I'm determined to kill her today. If you don't want to dirty my hands, fine, you kill her for me, okay?" She stared at him intently, her face devoid of any hint of jest. Even the strength in her grip tightened visibly, her gaze fixed on his face, as if she wouldn't miss a single subtle expression.
"Fine, I'll do it, let go!" The man gripped her wrist tightly, his deep voice resolute as if trying to banish the darkest side of her personality.
Gong Ning subconsciously let go of her hand. Gong Xiangru's disheveled coughing filled her ears, annoying and grating, but it couldn't stop the tears welling up in her eyes.
Why act so decisively? Is she worth it?
She tilted her head back, staring intently at him, her nose stinging with tears, but her words were utterly cutting: "Aren't you going to do anything? Or were your words just a temporary ploy to coax me into letting go?"
Yan Jingzhou's eyes were deep and boundless, like a bottomless pit of endless falling. He stared intently into her eyes, while his other hand had unknowingly taken out a gun and pointed it at Gong Xiangru, who was slumped on the floor like a fish stranded on a beach, half-dead.
His thin lips parted slightly, "One..."
Gong Ning's eyes opened slightly.
"two……"
She instinctively held her breath, her eyes fixed on him, seemingly judging him, yet also conflicted, until…
"three……"
"Snap—"
"No!" Gong Ning suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled hard.
"Bang--"
"Ah—uh!"
Gong Ning stared blankly at Gong Xiangru's bleeding abdomen. If, if she hadn't pulled Yan Jingzhou away in time, then this shot would have hit Gong Xiangru's heart, and he really would have done it.
Before she could say anything, she heard the familiar click sound again—the sound of a trigger being pulled…
"No—stop!"
She rushed forward, grabbed his hand, and snatched the gun from his grasp.
In that brief moment, Gong Ning broke out in a cold sweat.
Looking up at him, the man's face was extremely indifferent, his dark eyes like a deep, dark ancient well, utterly devoid of any light.
Gong Ning, no longer cold and stern, instinctively turned her eyes away from his gaze upon seeing him like this.
Turning her head to look around, the 3D simulation was still displayed in front of her. Gong Ning panicked and hurriedly looked down to look for the remote control that Gong Xiangru had previously held, but to no avail.
In her haste, she pushed Yan Jingzhou toward the door, saying, "Let's leave here first!"
But then a weak, mocking laugh came from behind her. "Gong Ning, don't waste your time. It doesn't matter whether he sees it or not. Before I brought you here, I sent him all your shameful past experiences. He knows everything. The last fig leaf of your beloved Yan Jingzhou has been torn off!"
"Shut up!"
Gong Ning suddenly pointed the gun at her, her eyes seemingly bloodshot, a hint of madness flashing in them.
"Am I wrong? You, Gong Ning, are as filthy as mud. Do you deserve a high-quality man like the Yan Clan Chief? Besides your glamorous identity as the Third Miss of the Gong Family, what else do you have?"
Having just escaped death, Gong Xiangru no longer felt the relief of surviving; instead, she was emboldened. "You're angry about that, aren't you? If you're angry, then go ahead and shoot me! I don't believe that with your personality, Gong Ning, you'll be able to live the rest of your life with a clear conscience after taking my life! If this really makes you live a life of unrest, then I..."
She took a breath. "Even if he died, it wasn't a complete loss!"
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