When Yang Jin first saw him refuse without hesitation, her heart tightened suddenly.
When a person willingly gives up the chance of survival, that is to ask for death.
Whether Zhou Heng wants to live or not is irrelevant, but Chu Wuyang, who is still being held captive by him, is innocent!
His voice deepened, and a hint of nervousness crept into it.
"Zhou Heng, what exactly do you want?"
"Just tell me, and as long as it's within my power, I'll do it for you!"
Zhou Heng chuckled softly.
What does he want?
He can't afford it! Even if he could, would he be willing to give it?
Zhou Heng did not respond to him again.
He merely turned to look at Chu Wuyang, whose expression was one of terror and near-fright, and a strange smile curled at the corner of his lips.
"Wuyang...Yangyang."
That soft call seemed to carry a certain allure.
Sure enough, Chu Wuyang turned around reflexively.
She stared at him blankly.
Zhou Heng smiled with satisfaction, a hint of unfathomable emotion surging in his eyes.
Then he slowly leaned down, looked directly at her, and approached her—
Do you remember when I mentioned Lin Yuebai's background to you?
A single sentence, like a spark that explodes out of nowhere, though not very big,
But it stirred up a roar in Chu Wuyang's mind.
However, she was now almost in a daze, her whole body stiff as a board.
It was as if they realized that death was just around the corner.
She stared at him blankly, only seeing his lips move.
But I couldn't hear what he said.
Gusts of wind rushed in, shattering the sound into fragments.
She listened to the disjointed words,
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Heng raised his eyes and glanced in Yang Jinchu's direction.
That glance seemed to be both waiting and confirmation.
The next second, his gaze swept past Yang Jinchu's shoulder and looked into the distance.
Suddenly, I laughed.
That smile seemed to indicate that the inevitable ending had finally arrived—
He'd tricked Jing Min so many times; knowing that man's personality, if they caught him, the ending would likely be anything but peaceful.
Jing Min will definitely torture him slowly.
It would be better to jump in front of him; whether he lives or dies is up to fate.
Given Jingmin's personality, he would definitely insist on seeing the person alive or dead.
But—it doesn't matter anymore.
He saw a figure coming against the light at the end of the mountain road, dressed in black with cold eyes and steady steps.
It really is Jingmin.
It's finally here.
"Take care of yourself!"
Zhou Heng spoke softly to Chu Wuyang, as if it were an ordinary farewell.
Then she stuffed the handkerchief she was originally going to use to wipe Chu Wuyang's blood into her hand.
He muttered something inexplicably, "It's been returned to its rightful owner."
He then let go of Chu Wuyang's hand.
Chu Wuyang's pupils suddenly contracted.
Almost simultaneously with Zhou Heng releasing his grip, a gunshot rang out—
A bullet whistled through the air and struck him hard.
Zhou Heng's body trembled.
As if it were no surprise, he simply leaned back and fell weightlessly.
Chu Wuyang was also thrown off balance by the sudden backward lean, but at the last second...
But they didn't fall off the cliff.
An arm suddenly hooked around her waist.
I fell into a warm but rapidly beating chest.
In that instant all this happened, a figure arrived like a ghost in the mountain wind.
Jingmin stood behind the rocks, taking in the entire scene.
The woman, still shaken, was pulled into Yang Jinchu's arms in time, as if she had been pulled back from the brink of hell.
She nestled close to him, as if he were her only source of support and security.
Zhou Heng fell off the cliff right before his eyes, and it was Yang Jin who fired that shot.
He was right there, but he was still a step too late!
His hands, hanging limply, clenched slightly, his knuckles turning white.
The morning air was unusually cold, whipping into his sleeves.
He stood there, his eyes terrifyingly somber.
Police tape had already been put up at the foot of the mountain, and black convoys were parked along the desolate roadside.
Each vehicle was filled with people brought by Jingmin.
Jingmin kept walking.
He carried Chu Wuyang horizontally and walked straight to the bulletproof car in the middle, his movements steady and deliberate.
Yang Jinchu followed silently behind the two the whole time.
Judging from the outside, Chu Wuyang seemed to be unharmed, with only some superficial injuries.
But Chu Wuyang kept her face buried in Jing Min's arms, curled up, and didn't make a sound.
He was clearly quite frightened.
Jingmin gently placed her in the back seat, and only closed the car door after making sure she was seated securely.
He turned around, his gaze calmly landing on Yang Jinchu.
"What, should I give you a ride?"
Yang Jinchu glanced at the tightly closed black car window and responded in a calm voice.
"No need, my car is right over there."
Jing Min nodded, his tone as flat as a blade in the cold wind.
"Okay. Thank you for saving my wife. I'll remember this favor."
Although his words were polite, there was not a trace of gratitude on his face.
His eyes were as deep and still as an ancient well, and even his politeness seemed forced.
Yang Jinchu frowned slightly, just about to speak,
"No need, I—"
Before he could finish speaking, he met Jing Min's increasingly cold and stern face. He paused, then continued,
"Don't blame her, she was just acting in a moment of panic..."
Jing Min looked up, interrupting indifferently.
"What do you mean by that, Mr. Yang?"
"I don't quite understand. Nothing's happened, so why is Mr. Yang making it sound so serious?"
Yang Jinchu was speechless for a moment, his expression froze, and he finally spoke after a long while.
"That's what you think... Take good care of her."
Jing Min didn't respond further, only giving him a cold glance.
He then turned around and opened the car door.
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