Chapter 485 Blacklisted
In the basement, Zhao Xiyue stared at the screen of her mobile phone. The sentence "Sent successfully" did not bring the response she was expecting.
She refreshed the screen again and again, but Ji Wan's dialog box was eerily quiet.
A trace of uneasiness crept into my heart.
She tried to send a message: "Wanwan?"
A bright red exclamation mark popped up, dazzling and eye-catching.
"The message has been sent, but it was rejected by the other party."
Rejected?
Zhao Xiyue's pupils suddenly contracted, and a cold despair rushed from the soles of her feet to her head.
She didn't believe it and sent it again, but it still showed the same blood-red exclamation mark, as if mercilessly mocking her stupidity and naiveté.
Wanwan blocked her?
That little bit of weak, almost begging hope was crushed in an instant.
For her, for Nian Nian, she got her hands dirty and became someone she hated, and this is what she got in return?
"ah--!"
Zhao Xiyue let out an extremely suppressed roar. The rage surging in her chest and the despair that had nowhere to vent made her whole body twisted.
It’s all because of Su Jiujiu. If it weren’t for this woman, Wanwan wouldn’t be like this.
Things between her and Wanwan would not have come to this point today.
Zhao Xiyue turned around suddenly, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Su Jiujiu who was struggling to breathe on the ground.
Su Jiujiu felt the destructive gaze and trembled with fear. She used all her strength to shrink back: "You...what are you going to do? You've already hit me? And you even posted the video."
"Sent it?" Zhao Xiyue approached step by step, her voice squeezed out from between her teeth, filled with strong hatred and madness, "Yes, I sent it, and then what? She blocked me, Wanwan blocked me, all because of you, bitch."
She grabbed Su Jiujiu's hair, dragged her up from the ground, and forced her to meet her extremely angry eyes.
"Don't you like men? Don't you like climbing into bed?" Zhao Xiyue gritted her teeth, every word laced with poison. "I'm going to let you enjoy yourself today."
She looked around and her eyes fell on a bucket of cold liquid with a pungent smell in the corner. It was a mixture of disinfectant and dirty water left over from cleaning the floor.
Su Jiujiu followed her gaze and instantly understood what she was going to do. She was terrified: "No, no, Zhao Xiyue, you lunatic, let me go, help, help——"
A cruel sneer appeared on Zhao Xiyue's face. She dragged Su Jiujiu as if she was dragging a tattered rag doll, step by step towards the bucket of foul-smelling liquid.
"Wanwan doesn't want me anymore, she doesn't want me anymore..." Zhao Xiyue muttered to herself, her eyes empty and crazy. "All of this is your fault, Su Jiujiu, I want you to pay for everything I lost, a thousand times over."
With a "plop," Su Jiujiu's head was pushed hard into the icy dirty water.
"Woo... Gululu..." Su Jiujiu struggled desperately, grabbing at things with her hands. The cold liquid choked her mouth and nose, and the fear of suffocation instantly gripped her.
The air in the lungs was squeezed out bit by bit, and the shadow of death loomed.
Zhao Xiyue held the back of her head tightly, looking at the bubbles constantly emerging from the bucket and Su Jiujiu's violently struggling body. There was no mercy in her eyes, only endless madness and pleasure of destruction.
"Aren't you a good actor? Aren't you good at playing pitiful? Act again, I want to see how much more you can do."
Just before Su Jiujiu was about to lose consciousness, Zhao Xiyue suddenly pulled her out.
“Cough cough cough—! Ugh—!”
Su Jiujiu collapsed on the ground, like a dying fish, breathing heavily, choking and coughing, spitting out dirty liquid, her face covered with tears and snot, looking extremely miserable.
"How is it? Doesn't it feel more exciting than when you plot against others?" Zhao Xiyue looked down at her condescendingly, her voice icy cold without a trace of warmth, but the madness in her eyes was burning more and more intense.
Because of Ji Wan's blocking, the resentment and anger in her heart completely lost control and poured out on Su Jiujiu.
"It's not enough, not nearly enough."
Zhao Xiyue whispered, her eyes once again roaming the basement, searching for new torture tools. She wanted to make Su Jiujiu pay a more painful price for all the pain she was enduring.
The madness in Zhao Xiyue's eyes grew more and more intense. She was about to find a new torture tool to make Su Jiujiu pay a heavier price for all the pain she was enduring at the moment, but the cell phone in her pocket suddenly shrieked.
She glanced at the incoming call and saw that it was from the subordinate she sent to look after Nian Nian. Her heart inexplicably tightened and she swiped the answer button.
"Miss, Miss Nian Nian suddenly has a high fever that won't go away. The doctor said the situation is very urgent and may need immediate..." The anxious voice of the subordinate came from the receiver.
"Niannian." Zhao Xiyue's head buzzed, and all her cruelty and anger were instantly replaced by her daughter's safety. She looked at Su Jiujiu, who was dying on the ground, with a sinister look in her eyes that could drip water, and sternly ordered the bodyguards next to her who were frightened and pale.
"Keep this woman under strict watch. Don't let her die, and don't let her escape. If she loses even a hair before I come back, I will kill you."
"Yes, Miss." The bodyguards responded in a panic.
"Seal off the basement. Don't leak a single word about Su Jiujiu's presence here. Otherwise, you know the consequences."
Zhao Xiyue's voice was like a poisoned ice blade, scraping across everyone's nerves.
Without even looking at Su Jiujiu, she turned around, the sound of her high heels stomping on the ground quick and fierce. With a heart full of anxiety and a hint of barely perceptible panic, she rushed out of the basement.
Su Jiujiu lay on the cold and damp ground, almost unconscious from the pain, but the anxiety Zhao Xiyue showed when she left made a faint light flash in her confused mind.
Nian Nian, is something wrong with Ji Wan’s daughter Nian Nian?
The next morning, outside the VIP ward on the top floor of the Municipal Hospital.
Zhao Xiyue leaned against the cold wall, haggard, having not slept all night, her bloodshot eyes fixed on the intensive care unit door. The doctor had just come out and told her that Nian Nian's condition was temporarily under control, but her fever was recurring. She needed to find a suitable bone marrow transplant as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
"Bone marrow, bone marrow..." Zhao Xiyue murmured, Su Jiujiu's pale and terrified face flashed before her eyes. As long as Su Jiujiu was willing to cooperate.
She was feeling upset when a figure wrapped in cold air came in front of her like a whirlwind.
"Zhao Xiyue."
Chi Wenyan's voice was low and hoarse, but it carried an oppressive force that brooked no room for questioning.
His tall figure almost completely enveloped Zhao Xiyue, and his deep black eyes were filled with anxiety and fierceness.
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