Chapter 117 Chapter 117 "Wife, come back and kill me...
At that earth-shaking moment, Yao Yingxia was completely wrapped in a warm embrace. She heard the usually proud voice become humble and trembling, and called her "Xia Xia" in fear, and then the two of them were thrown to the ground together.
Shen Xingchuan's entire back bore the brunt of the impact, as if it had been slapped by a giant steel palm. The force was so strong that it could penetrate his internal organs, and every bone was shaken with pain.
The intense pain made his vision black out, and he nearly fainted. However, with his size, he couldn't imagine falling on Yao Yingxia. He raised his arms, using them to absorb almost the entire impact of the landing. He then rolled several times along the blast wave, trying to get as far away from the center of the explosion as possible.
The whole world was spinning, Yao Yingxia was shaken to the point of wanting to vomit, her eardrums felt an extremely sharp pain when they exploded, and the air in her lungs seemed to be squeezed out in an instant.
The dizzy feeling lasted for two or three minutes before Yao Yingxia could gradually see things clearly. At this time, she was lying on Shen Xingchuan, and he had completely lost consciousness. There was dark red blood near his mouth, probably because of internal injuries.
Even so, the arm around her waist did not loosen its strength, like a demon king who would defend the treasure until his death.
Yao Yingxia felt mixed emotions. Shen Xingchuan had pushed her into desperate situations countless times, but when she was faced with a real life-or-death test, he wanted her to survive more than anyone else.
Yao Yingxia reached out and felt his breath, and found he was still breathing. She looked around and saw that the surroundings had turned into a sea of fire. The stairs were probably poured with oil in advance, and were the burning place most fiercely.
Before she could come up with a countermeasure, a second explosion suddenly occurred in the room.
When Shen Xingchuan woke up again, the fire had almost reached his feet. He sat up with difficulty and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He had rarely experienced such an embarrassing moment in his life. His right arm was broken, his head was splitting, his internal organs were burning, and every inch of his bones and flesh was aching, but nowhere was the pain more severe than in his chest.
His wife is missing.
Yao Yingxia abandoned him again and left without looking back.
The fire burned everything, and his eyes just became moist when they were dried up by the high temperature.
Shen Xingchuan stood up and instinctively wandered around the unrecognizable house, looking for his lover.
"Xia Xia..."
"Wife..."
"Where are you?"
"Come out quickly, please."
He has never asked anyone for anything in his life, and now he just hopes that his wife can come back to see him.
Every day and night without Yao Yingxia would torture him to the point of going crazy. The long dark nights would devour his mind, and the violent sunlight would burn bloody holes in his skin, and then he would become even more unrecognizable, neither human nor ghost.
Who would want to become a monster?
But without his wife, he would really die.
Shen Xingchuan wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and opened another door to search. The air was filled with poisonous gases produced by the intense combustion. He could clearly feel his head getting heavier and heavier, and his mind becoming increasingly unclear.
If he didn't find a way out, he would soon fall to the ground and be engulfed by the flames.
But he was unwilling to give up.
I put in all my efforts, did all the bad things, and tried every possible means to keep her, but in the end it was all in vain?
Her eyes, reflecting the firelight, began to burn fiercely. Shen Xingchuan shouted her name at the top of his lungs, "Yao Yingxia, don't you hate me? With such a good opportunity, why didn't you kill me?"
But the only response he got was the explosion of the floor being burned through. His voice suddenly dropped and turned into a plea: "Wife, come back and kill me, then look at me again."
He deserved it anyway, and she hated him that much anyway.
Shen Xingchuan walked unsteadily through the ruins. As he passed a window in the corridor, he suddenly heard someone calling him from downstairs: "Mr. Shen, the fire on the first floor is too big. We can't get in. Please jump down quickly."
The cold night wind blowing in from the window finally made him a little more sober. Shen Xingchuan saw the bodyguards he brought with him gathered downstairs. They were originally all dressed in suits and ties, but now they were all stripped down to their underwear. Their clothes were spread on the lawn downstairs to prevent him from getting hurt when he jumped down.
Shen Xingchuan simply asked, "Has Miss Yao been rescued?"
The bodyguards looked puzzled, and one of them said, "We didn't see anyone coming out."
So he continued searching without looking back, and his hunch was right, Yao Yingxia was still in the house.
She neither planned to escape nor stayed by his side, and she didn't even want to die with him?
Anger drove him to quicken his pace. Since Yao Yingxia was able to walk out of the room, it meant that her injuries were not serious. As long as he could find her as soon as possible, there was still a glimmer of hope.
He searched room by room, and when he pushed open the door at the end of the corridor, he finally found two familiar figures.
That's right, two.
Ten minutes ago, after the second explosion, Yao Yingxia was dizzy for a while, and then she was picked up and taken to the study room farthest from the explosion point.
The moment the door was opened, Yao Yingxia's dazed eyes finally showed some spirit. When death was approaching, she finally found that she wanted to live.
The air seemed to be frozen. Shen Xingchuan barely managed to remain calm, but cold sweat kept coming out of his palms.
At this moment, Shen Qingyuan was sitting in the large leather chair behind the desk, holding his wife in his arms and kissing her neck.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, he finally took the time to look up and found that his uncle had come here. Shen Qingyuan was not surprised, but just whispered in Yao Yingxia's ear: "Ah, uncle is here, you really won't die easily."
Shen Xingchuan didn't have time to get angry about this. All his attention was focused on the dagger in Shen Qingyuan's hand. At this moment, its blade, flashing with cold light, was right against Yao Yingxia's left neck.
The aorta connected to the heart would cause uncontrollable heavy bleeding if it ruptured. Even if he could rescue Yao Yingxia immediately, it would be impossible for her to make it to the hospital.
The situation is now extremely bad, and Shen Xingchuan is in an unprecedented predicament: in front of him is his completely crazy nephew, under his feet is a building that may collapse at any time, he is seriously injured, and his pregnant wife has become a hostage, her life is in danger at any time.
He was so conceited and smart, but he could not think of a possibility that could keep Yao Yingxia alive. He would die, but she was still so young and their child was not born yet.
At the age of thirty, Shen Xingchuan finally realized the despair of having nowhere else to turn. Without even a chance to fight, he could only hope that his nephew would change his ways: "Qingyuan, there's no need to drag everyone down with you."
This sentence seemed to strike him as quite funny, and his uncle's face, which showed a look of dejection, was also extremely interesting. Shen Qingyuan laughed to himself for a while, then suddenly stopped and asked, lowering his head, "Sister, what are you looking at? Why are you so distracted?"
From the beginning, she had been staring at her uncle as if she had seen a savior. This reaction made him very dissatisfied, so Shen Qingyuan simply covered her eyes and pressed her into his arms again.
Even though his tone was gentle and his movements were soft, the dagger in his hand never left Yao Yingxia's neck for a moment.
Without this weapon, his sister would definitely be taken away again, and he didn't want to be a poor guy who was abandoned forever.
Shen Xingchuan tried hard to calm himself down and asked frankly, "Qingyuan, what exactly do you want to do?"
The answer to this question was obvious, but he still answered patiently: "I want to be with my sister forever."
You can live or die.
But now that his life was cut off, he could only drag his sister with him to die.
Shen Xingchuan clenched his fists and said with a firm resolve, "As long as you're willing to let Xia Xia go, I can fulfill your wish. The wedding will be canceled, and the divorce procedures will be completed as soon as possible. I will never bother you again."
His uncle's confident look was indeed very convincing, but they had known each other for a long time. Shen Qingyuan almost laughed to tears, and his palm stroked Yao Yingxia's cheek to her chin as if he was stroking a cat: "Uncle, do you think I'm a three-year-old child? Once my sister is out of danger, how can you be willing to give her to me?" Even if he was really crazy, he still had basic logic.
Shen Xingchuan was silent for a moment, then closed his eyes with difficulty. His throat felt like it was being choked by a branding iron, and he could taste the blood. "I swear, on my life, and on that child's life."
Shen Qingyuan still didn't believe it: "So many crazy men and women swear every day, don't they all live to be a hundred years old?" What's more, his uncle is an atheist. Even if he really has some concerns at this time, he can find an excuse to justify himself in the future.
He rubbed the top of Yao Yingxia's head with his chin and said with a smile: "Uncle, you should think of some more sincere ways."
Yao Yingxia realized in an instant what Shen Qingyuan wanted to do. The nonchalant and bad tone made her feel cold all over, but she didn't believe that Shen Xingchuan would do as he wished. She was not that important, and she didn't want to bear such a heavy sin anymore.
Of course, Shen Xingchuan also understood the hidden meaning of his nephew's words. It turned out that the solution to the problem had been with him all along. He finally breathed a sigh of relief: "As long as I die, I will no longer pose a threat to anyone."
The pair of eyes that once frightened and disgusted her, always haunting her and were bottomless, suddenly became compassionate. After stripping away all the greed and desire, only the instinct to love her remained.
Yao Yingxia simply thought he was crazy. She opened her eyes wide, not wanting to shed a single tear for him: "Shen Xingchuan, don't be so self-indulgent. If you die here today, I will abort this child tomorrow and forget you completely."
She was clearly saying the harshest words, but her voice was trembling uncontrollably.
Shen Xingchuan should have been happy about this. It seemed that this was the first time his wife had been so soft-hearted towards him and was desperately trying to keep him alive.
A tidal wave of emotions poured into his battered heart, bringing it back to life and making it plump and soft again. He clenched his teeth, his throat aching. He clearly had so much more to say to her, but he was speechless.
He nearly crushed her metacarpal bones, but Shen Xingchuan ultimately said, "Being a single mother is too hard. It's better to have an abortion."
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The author has something to say: [burst into tears] I really want to finish writing today, but it’s still difficult at the moment. I’ll try harder tonight, and if it doesn’t work out, I’ll see you in the morning.
The prizes for the previous quiz have been awarded (guess how long it will take Shen Xingchuan to find Xia Xia, the answer is b: one month)
The winning IDs are: Achi, Xu Fanglu, Shu Yao Jiuxi, each receiving 100 Jinjiang coins
Please leave a message in this chapter, I can't send red envelopes to that building.
Then there are also many small red envelopes randomly dropped in this chapter [Come on]
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