Zhao Xiaoyue stood like a statue as the sun set. Facing the afterglow, she suddenly stood up and said, "Taozi, transfer to the last brain hospital in Kyoto."
That's it. She was born to be alone until the end, so why force any kind of fate?
She knew perfectly well how many blind dates she had gone on in her past life, all of which ended in failure. Could she possibly escape her predetermined fate if she were to start over?
It's been half a month, and the comic convention still hasn't woken up.
Hou Taotao entered in response, "Yes, sir, and..."
She didn't know whether she should say it or not.
Zhao Xiaoyue asked, "Hou Taotao, I don't want to see hesitation on your face again in the future."
Hou Taotao's demeanor changed drastically half a month ago. He was practically a carbon copy of Sixth Brother, and every word he uttered carried an inexplicable air of intimidation.
"Yes, sir. Young Master Situ has woken up after being in a coma for a week and has been moved to a regular ward. However, he still cannot walk."
Zhao Xiaoyue remained expressionless, her eyes calm, and she simply gave a faint "hmm" before leaving.
The comic convention was moved to the Kyoto Military General Hospital, where Zhao Xiaoyue asked Geng Qiusheng to bring in the most authoritative neurosurgeon from abroad.
Despite a joint consultation among domestic experts, the reason why the comic convention failed to recover has still not been determined.
It's strange, all the indicators are normal, and he seems normal, but he just can't wake up, it's like he's asleep.
After making arrangements for everyone, Zhao Xiaoyue went to Yenching University alone and entered Ban Qisheng's office.
Ban Qisheng was puzzled. What was wrong with this kid?
"Teacher, I need to ask for leave. I don't know about the past few days!"
black!
This is outrageous! Students are asking teachers for leave with such righteous indignation. Are they trying to rebel?
Just as Ban Qisheng was about to reprimand the student, he heard the student say emotionlessly, "That's it, let's go."
Class teacher: "?"
What is that?
In the evening, Yenching University day students all walked out of the school gate.
Wang Wenjing went home early today because Wang Fuqiang wanted to see her.
Zhou Xianxian's driver drove the car to the corner that Wang Wenjing would definitely pass.
Wang Wenjing was in a bad mood today. Her father wanted her to attend a banquet, and it was a banquet with a bunch of old men.
Zhou Xianxian was wearing a black velvet dress, her long hair was loose, and she was looking down at the book in her arms.
"Tch, this vixen trying to look like a fairy is completely out of place, don't you notice?"
Wang Wenjing made no attempt to hide her disdain and sarcasm.
Everyone is the same; they are the family's flag bearers and socialites. Once they reach a certain age, they will all be pushed out for arranged marriages.
Zhou Xianxian, however, felt that she was different from others. What was so different about her? Didn't she still have to attend banquets hosted by old men?
Zhou Xianxian ignored the sarcastic remarks. "Why did you target him? Wouldn't it have been better to get rid of Zhao Xiaoyue?"
Wang Wenjing's eyes suddenly turned venomous, like a venomous snake that has emerged from its hibernation hole and is eyeing its prey.
"I'd rather destroy what I can't have."
In Zhou Xianxian's eyes, Wang Wenjing was a born bad seed, a born villain, and an antisocial person.
Dragging prettier girls into the toilet and bullying them are just basic tactics for her.
She even called in thugs to rape, insult, and molest girls or boys who were prettier than her.
Sometimes, without any reason, he would get angry at the stall owner, overturn someone's stall, smash a shop counter, or hire thugs to harass anyone he didn't like.
This person is a born bad seed, there's no reason why.
The two became acquainted at a banquet, where Zhou Xianxian also grabbed a girl by the hair and threw her into a pile of drinks.
Wang Wenjing felt that Zhou Xianxian exuded a kindred spirit, which made her feel inexplicably excited.
They each relied on their own abilities to pursue Situ Ming, but unexpectedly, they all failed.
"Is it clean?"
Wang Wenjing's eyes flashed. "Of course, no one can possibly find this way."
The two parted ways and went their separate ways. Wang Wenjing changed her shoes at the entrance and felt something was off.
At this time of day, someone will prepare the food, and his stepmother and father will eat at this time.
What's wrong with you today? Why aren't the lights on?
The huge villa was dark in the living room. Wang Wenjing changed into slippers and groped her way to the center of the living room. "Xiaohua, Xiaohua, Aunt Hu, Aunt Hu, where are you? Why aren't the lights on so late? Turn on the lights for me right now!"
She looked up and saw a small light flickering in the darkness at the bottom of the stairs.
"Dad? Is that you, Dad?"
"If you can't see clearly, please don't shout. I couldn't have given birth to a daughter as big as you!"
The voice of an unfamiliar woman.
Wang Wenjing stumbled to her feet, groped her way to the wall, and turned on the living room light.
In an instant, the crystal chandelier illuminated the entire living room, and Wang Wenjing could clearly see the person sitting on the sofa in the center of the living room.
Surprised and bewildered, how did she get here? And how did she get in? Are the bodyguards and security guards outside useless?
What about the others?
The living room of the several hundred square meter house was large and well-decorated. A chair stood in the center of the floor, and Zhao Xiaoyue, with a cigarette between her fingers, looked at Wang Wenjing with a mocking expression.
"What? You're unhappy to see me? Come on, give me a smile!"
With a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, he leaned back on the armrest of his chair, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
"Zhao Xiaoyue, you bitch, are you sick in the head?"
Zhao Xiaoyue raised her eyes and exhaled a puff of smoke. "Hmm, you guessed right. Master really is sick. Do you know what medicine is?"
Without waiting for a reply, Zhao Xiaoyue flicked her cigarette butt under the curtains of the French windows.
She slowly walked towards Wang Wenjing, still wearing that chilling smile. "The medicine for my illness is very simple, just a few drops of blood. You... you don't mind if I borrow some from you, do you?"
No matter how ruthless or wicked Wang Wenjing is, she is just a spineless coward who has a little money and bullies the weak. Faced with Zhao Xiaoyue's sinister and terrifying questions, she was so frightened that she fell backward.
This fall was serious; my legs went weak, and I couldn't get up again.
Zhao Xiaoyue pulled out a 20-centimeter foldable Swiss Army knife from somewhere.
The knife seemed to come alive in that fair hand, looking restless and ready to be drawn, like a sword that would not be sheathed until blood was drawn.
"What are you doing? Is this illegal? Murder is illegal!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaoyue laughed maniacally, "Ha! Look! What a ridiculous statement! I already told you I'm sick and need to borrow some blood from you. Why can't you understand?"
Wang Wenjing was in a frenzy. This was torture, utter torture. She cried, begged, apologized, and admitted her mistakes.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I'll never bother you again, please let me go, please let me go!"
Zhao Xiaoyue looked with great interest at the person on the ground who kept kowtowing and begging, "Do you know what you did? You stabbed a knife in my heart, a knife that can never be pulled out. This knife severed my original hope. Tell me, do you deserve to die!"
Wang Wenjing couldn't understand what Zhao Xiaoyue was saying, so she could only keep pleading for them to be let go.
With a piercing scream, Wang Wenjing looked at the few fingers that had detached from her body.
"Oops, sorry, my hand slipped!"
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