The doctor came in quickly and carefully re-bandaged Jingmin.
Li Yan stood to the side, his expression complex, glancing at Chu Wuyang several times.
In the end, nothing was said.
Mingxiu, however, remained defiant, her eyes filled with naked hatred as she stared intently at Chu Wuyang.
It seemed as if he would act immediately at Jing Min's command.
After the doctor finished cleaning up and left, Li Yan saw that Mingxiu was still not moving, so he grabbed him and pulled him out.
The room finally quieted down.
All that remained was Jingmin's heavy, disordered breathing.
Jingmin leaned against the headboard, his eyes half-closed.
Her voice was low, hoarse, weak, and filled with despair, as if she had just exhausted all her energy.
"Speak!"
Chu Wuyang lifted her foot and moved closer to the edge of the bed.
A low, slow voice followed.
Starting from how Zhou Heng discovered the marks on her body
She unintentionally told Yang Jinchu,
Yang Jinchu exposed Zhou Heng in order to keep him quiet.
Zhou Heng contacted her privately to protect himself, and he probably took her phone and installed a tracking device there.
Then she verified with Yang Jinchu.
Then Joan flirted with her,
Finally, Zhou Heng, in league with Jin Zhuoer, launched a surprise attack on them and sowed discord.
...
She spoke slowly and in great detail, without any concealment or defense, simply stating the facts.
The words were soft and dense.
It's just like the fine rain falling on the window paper, seemingly gentle, yet seeping through drop by drop.
With a silent yet undeniable chill, it gradually seeped into Jing Min's already numb heart.
He had completely closed his eyes and was no longer as frantic as before, interrogating her.
The silent stillness was suffocating, like death.
It felt as if all the strength had been drained from my body.
"Jingmin, I didn't deceive you, nor did I betray you,"
Are you feeling better now?
A silence.
No answer.
Chu Wuyang thought he had already fallen asleep and was about to get up and leave when...
Jing Min opened his eyes, his voice chillingly cold, as if seeping from the dead of night.
"So, you already knew?"
The day when all the truths are proven...
He felt no joy.
In other words, the person who saved him on the ship back then was indeed Chu Wuyang.
She was hypnotized by Yang Jinchu and forgot.
Yang Jinchu, for his own selfish reasons, sent Yun Yang to his side.
His low chuckle was tinged with both melancholy and irony.
"You guys are really in sync, managing to push the same woman to my side!"
Chu Wuyang lowered her eyes, feeling somewhat powerless; this was indeed undeniable.
Jing Min's soft voice drifted over.
“You had many opportunities to tell me about Zhou Heng, but you deliberately kept it from me to avoid involving Yang Jinchu,”
"This made me overlook the fact that Zhou Heng and Jin Zhuoer would join forces to launch a sneak attack on me using Qiao An's situation as a pretext,"
"Do you know the consequences of your choice to hide it...?"
"Just let me die!"
Chu Wuyang froze, her face ashen.
Jing Min's soft voice continued.
"You probably never thought of that either,"
“Zhou Heng was reported by Yang Jinchu before. If Yang Jinchu hadn’t released the news about the ‘tattoo,’ he wouldn’t have even had a chance to catch his breath!”
"And how did he manage to leave the country this time?"
"Do you think this would have happened if Yang Jinchu hadn't let go?"
The words were made so clearly,
Chu Wuyang couldn't possibly be unaware of this.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes showing struggle, and she remained silent for a long time.
Jing Min chuckled, as if he had already anticipated her reaction, and simply stated his meaning plainly—
"Zhou Heng must already know from your phone's location that Yang Jinchu was the one who reported him."
"And he must have secretly pledged allegiance to Yang Jinchu,"
"If Yang Jinchu lets him go, he'll find a way to kill me."
At this point, he suddenly chuckled self-deprecatingly, his laughter carrying a chilling undertone.
"I'm so lucky! I survived."
He slightly turned his head, his gaze as deep as the night.
"But Yang Jinchu is really stupid,"
"Didn't he consider that when the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman profits?"
"Zhou Heng has designs on you, and even if I die, Yang Jinchu will still have no chance,"
"Hehehe, how silly."
He chuckled, his voice low and hoarse.
"He lost both his wife and his army."
Chu Wuyang stared at him blankly, a strong sense of unease and unease rising deep within her heart.
Would Yang Jinchu really go to such lengths?
She shook her head instinctively, her eyes filled with disbelief.
It seemed like a rebuttal, yet also like self-hypnosis.
"impossible……"
She looked at the man on the bed, his face as pale as paper.
"Jingmin, that's impossible,"
"If Yang Jinchu wanted you dead, he wouldn't have sent Yun Yang to your side to cover for you,"
"Although what he did was not very kind..."
"But he did save you on the ship!"
She pursed her lips, her voice trembling slightly.
"He wouldn't disregard my feelings and team up with others to let you die."
As soon as she finished speaking,
Jing Min suddenly smiled.
That smile was tinged with coldness, as if it had heard the funniest joke in the world.
Even the bloodstains at the corners of her lips looked somewhat sickly and alluring.
"That's because he knows that the living can never win against the dead!"
We're both men, doesn't he understand?
The reason I dare to take this gamble now is simply because I've witnessed their relationship growing stronger.
He slowly raised his eyes.
Dark emotions surged within his deep pupils, carrying a suppressed madness.
He could take revenge on Zhou Heng at will.
Because Zhou Heng was nothing more than an insignificant stepping stone.
But Yang Jinchu was different.
He is an existence etched into Chu Wuyang's bones and blood.
It is the most indelible mark in the depths of her memory.
It was a shadow that Jingmin feared throughout his life.
The only way to completely remove it is to remove the bone!
The air was deathly silent.
Jing Min suddenly remembered the word "tattoo" that Chu Wuyang had mentioned earlier.
His eyes suddenly darkened.
He reached out and coldly ordered the people outside.
"Bring me some alcohol."
A moment later, his subordinate brought him alcohol wipes, which he held, his gaze fixed intently on her legs.
He reached out and coldly lifted her skirt.
Sure enough, a "white camellia" was faintly visible on her skin.
At that moment, Jing Min stared intently at the mark.
His pupils constricted slightly, his fingertips tightened, and his knuckles turned white.
He suddenly laughed, a silent laugh that carried a chilling madness.
I've never felt such a strong urge to cut off my flesh and bones.
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