Chapter 204 We'll Die Together
His tone was resolute and left no room for doubt: "The real Sheng Tingzhou could never forget her, nor could he fall in love with you."
“No…” Song Xiaoxiao shook her head, her voice panicked, and she took a half step back, as if trying to escape this suffocating truth. “Then what about that day at the hotel… the receptionist said you carried me into the room… how do you explain that? You weren’t… clearly…”
Sheng Tingzhou stared at her, his gaze as sharp as an ice blade, and said, word by word, "My feelings for you were all fake. That day I gave the receptionist a red envelope and had her tell a lie."
His tone was calm, yet it was like a heavy hammer blow, shattering her last shred of illusion.
He raised his hand, his movements slow yet firm, and gently grasped Song Zhiwei's fingers.
The moment their fingertips touched, it felt like fulfilling some long-awaited vow.
He looked down at her, his eyes no longer filled with confusion, only with certainty and appreciation.
"Since everyone's here today, I want to make this clear—" He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings, his voice clear and powerful, "Regardless of your self-perceived seventeen-year-old self, or those melodramatic events that followed, I was never moved."
His tone was indifferent, as if he were telling someone else's story.
"I am a cold-hearted person by nature."
He paused, a self-deprecating smile curving his lips. "I have no interest in this world, or in most people."
"The only person I've ever truly loved is her."
His voice softened, but it was more sincere than ever.
He looked at Song Zhiwei, a faint light appearing in his eyes, as if he had a thousand words hidden in them, which ultimately turned into a gentle confirmation.
He faced the camera again, his expression calm and composed, his gaze as still as a deep pool: "I'm so sorry for causing everyone worry about my divorce recently."
He nodded slightly, his attitude sincere, "But if it weren't for that, I wouldn't have been able to get those crucial experimental data at all."
"In a little while, the authorities will publicly disclose the illegal laboratory led by Song Xiaoxiao."
His voice was deep and clear, each word spoken with conviction: "Those who suffer mental breakdowns as a result will receive free treatment from the Fu family until they recover."
His tone was firm and unreserved, as if he were delivering a long-overdue justice.
Song Xiaoxiao's face turned pale instantly, her lips trembled slightly, as if a chill ran from her feet to the top of her head. "You won't find it! You can't access Song Zhiwei's records at all! Do you really want her dead?"
She had previously firmly believed that Dr. N's drug development would not go wrong, which is why she dared to risk taking Sheng Tingzhou to the Sunshine Orphanage.
At that time, she thought she had everything under control and that she was just carrying out an ordinary task, but she did not expect that every step had been planned in advance.
But now, she has nowhere else to turn and can only gamble everything, using Song Zhiwei's information as her only bargaining chip.
"Do you think," Sheng Tingzhou stood before her, his voice almost eerily calm, before suddenly letting out a soft laugh, a laugh as cold as ice, piercing the air and straight to the heart, "that Jiang Li is a smart person?"
Song Xiaoxiao was taken aback, her pupils contracted slightly, and the image of Jiang Li's timid and cowardly appearance flashed through her mind, along with his recent unusual silence and concessions.
She froze, as if a bolt of lightning had cleaved through the chaotic mist.
Then, she suddenly burst into laughter, a manic and shrill laugh that echoed in the empty room.
"Hahaha... I see... I see! I'm such an idiot!"
It's all a trap.
From the moment he approached her pretending to be a prescription doctor, this scheme was quietly set up.
He approached her discreetly, gradually uncovering her secrets, while she arrogantly believed herself to be the chess player.
Her laboratory was full of hidden mechanisms and alarm systems.
If an unauthorized intruder enters, the alarm will sound immediately, and all researchers will be able to evacuate within thirty seconds. The data will also be automatically destroyed.
But he, Sheng Tingzhou, in just a few days, managed to thoroughly understand all the hidden agents, all the passages, and all the hidden files.
Otherwise, where would he get the irrefutable evidence to deliver a fatal blow and completely convict her?
If it weren't for that meticulously planned "fraudulent donation" scheme, she could have easily cleared her name, claiming she was just an innocent scientist misled by the mastermind behind it all.
But he gave her no way out.
Every path he pointed out to her was a dead end.
Outside, the sound of sirens grew louder and louder as they approached, and alternating red and blue lights swept across the walls through the windows, like a countdown to fate.
Song Xiaoxiao lowered her head, and the bank card in her hand was snapped in two with a sharp crack, the sound of the plastic breaking was crisp and jarring.
Her knuckles were white, and the veins were bulging.
Her voice was somber, filled with suppressed anger and despair: "You really think that's all I'm capable of?"
She slowly pulled a military knife from her handbag. The blade was black, sharp, and gleamed coldly under the light.
She never trusts anyone and never entrusts her safety to others.
For many years, she has carried a self-defense weapon with her at all times and never let it leave her side.
Today, I finally got to use it.
She suddenly rushed in front of Song Zhiwei, her movements as swift as a cheetah. The tip of the knife pressed against Song Zhiwei's slender neck with a "swoosh," leaving a shallow indentation on the skin.
"Sheng Tingzhou!" she roared, her eyes bloodshot and her face contorted in a ferocious grimace, completely devoid of her usual elegant and composed scholarly demeanor. "Song Zhiwei's life is in my hands! If you know what's good for you, let me go right now!"
The knife tip moved forward another inch, a slight cutting sound rang out, and blood instantly seeped out, slowly sliding down Song Zhiwei's snow-white neck.
Song Zhiwei's brows furrowed in pain, her lips trembling slightly, but she gritted her teeth and dared not move, for fear of angering the crazy woman in front of her.
“Song Xiaoxiao…”
Sheng Tingzhou clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, his knuckles turning white. His voice, suppressed with anger and fear, was almost squeezed out from his throat, "Let her go!"
He stared intently at the thin, almost invisible red mark on Song Zhiwei's neck, his heart feeling as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, the pain almost suffocating him.
"Sheng Tingzhou..."
Song Zhiwei spoke softly, her voice weak yet firm, trembling slightly, "Don't worry about me... Don't let her go... You can't let her go..."
"Shut up!"
Song Xiaoxiao interrupted sharply, the tip of her knife trembling as she pressed closer, the cold light leaving deeper marks on Song Zhiwei's skin. "Give me the car! And the ship ticket to D country! Now! Immediately! Otherwise—I'll make her die with me!"
"Sheng Tingzhou, don't try anything funny."
She grinned maliciously, her lips twisted upwards, and her eyes flashed with an almost insane light. "If you dare to move, I'll slit her throat right now. I mean what I say, and you'd better not doubt my resolve."
She paused, her gaze sweeping coldly across Sheng Tingzhou's face, then added softly, her voice almost a whisper, yet carrying a chilling edge: "Of course, you can also take a gamble—see if my knife is faster, or if the bullets lying in ambush outside are faster. Guess who will win?"
She can't go back from here.
This city was no longer her home; every inch of it bore the marks of betrayal and humiliation.
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