Chapter 93 You Deserve to Die
"If you really need help, do you have any people who provide this kind of service? Do you want me to find them?"
He asked the question word by word, without any sarcasm in his tone.
Qiao Yiqing's lips trembled, tears welled up in her eyes, and she looked at him in disbelief.
Her shoulders began to tremble violently, her fingers curled and loosened, stroking her cheeks again and again.
How could he say such a thing?
She gripped his hand tightly, finally breaking down as she demanded, "Why? Why are you doing this to me?"
"I've come this far, how can you still be so indifferent?"
She tilted her head back, tears mingling with the cold water as they streamed down her face.
"You said you would take care of me for the rest of my life! You said you would never abandon me! Zhou Yuze, are you telling me now that it was all a lie?"
Zhou Yuze's gaze fell on his arm, which was being held, and he pried her fingers apart one by one.
"It was my fault before. I shouldn't have agreed to be with you just to appease my mother."
He looked down at her trembling fingers and slowly pried them off his wrist.
"It sounds harsh, but I made it clear back then, and she agreed to it."
He remembered the conversation that day, how he confessed his feelings, and how she smiled and held his hand.
"It's okay, I can wait."
"I really can't help you in your current situation. If you really can't hold on any longer, I can call someone for you."
He took a step back, creating some distance, and his tone returned to normal.
"Or you can just bear with it, the doctor will be here soon."
He knew this farce had to end.
"Zhou Yuce!"
Qiao Yiqing practically yelled it out.
Do you like Song Zhiwei?
She collapsed to the ground, her soaked clothes clinging to her body, shivering with cold, but she didn't care.
"I'm already like this, and you still want to hurt me again and again?"
She gritted her teeth, her voice rising and falling.
“There are always all sorts of gossips in small circles, but she never took them seriously before.”
She had heard those rumors about him and Song Zhiwei far too many times.
But she chose not to believe him, because she believed every word he had ever said to her.
But ever since Zhou Yuze broke up with her over a phone call, she couldn't help but overthink things.
He received a phone call that day, his expression changed drastically, and he turned and left without offering any explanation.
That night, she squatted by the door and cried all night.
From that moment on, her world began to crumble.
Now, she finally couldn't help but ask.
Even if the answer would completely shatter her last shred of dignity.
Zhou Yuce stood still, his eyes dark and deep, his emotions churning for a long time.
"What I do with her is none of your business."
Some feelings should never be discussed in the open.
"Ha, she's your niece. Even if there's no blood relation, you shouldn't even think about being with her."
Qiao Yiqing sneered, slowly propped herself up, sat upright against the wall, and a mocking smile appeared on her lips.
"You think nobody knows about your secret? I knew the day she moved in. You eat together, travel together, and even celebrated her birthday more extravagantly than our wedding anniversary!"
Her laughter grew louder and louder, gradually taking on a touch of madness.
Thinking about what might happen after tonight, she suddenly burst into laughter.
Hahaha……
In a few hours, Song Zhiwei will be entangled with her most trusted brother.
She laughed so hard she bent over, coughing and crying at the same time.
The thought of how devastated Zhou Yuze would be filled her with both pain and excitement.
That was a scheme she orchestrated herself, just to force him to turn around and look at her.
Zhou Yuze's voice turned cold, tinged with disdain.
"Did it really have to come to this? Did you really have to make yourself like this?"
He looked at the woman who had once been gentle and polite, but now spoke venomously and had a ferocious expression, and all he felt was exhaustion.
"You knew that party was a trap, yet you still let her go?"
His voice was low, suppressing his anger.
"You want to destroy her, and you want to destroy me, don't you?"
Qiao Yiqing remained silent, only tilting her head back and continuing to laugh hysterically.
Her laughter echoed in the cramped bathroom, mingled with sobs and gasps.
Her hair was plastered to her face, and her eye makeup was completely smudged.
She was in a terrible state, but she didn't care at all.
As long as she could see Zhou Yuze in pain, she felt it was all worth it.
Zhou Yuze pursed his lips, gave her a cold look, and then turned and strode out of the room.
He didn't say another word, but simply stepped out the door and closed it behind him.
With a click, all the cries and laughter were silenced.
The light at the end of the corridor was still on, illuminating his tall and lonely figure.
He took out his phone and quickly dialed a number.
"Zhiwei, don't go to the party tonight. I'll come pick you up right now."
Meanwhile, in the private room, Mo Huaizhi also gradually realized that something was wrong.
At that moment, something unusual in the air made him frown slightly.
The lights remained dim, and the music continued to roar.
But the faint, sweet scent instantly tightened his nerves.
He glanced around discreetly and noticed that the others were already looking distracted.
Song Zhiwei, pale-faced, huddled in the corner of the sofa.
His heart sank, realizing that something was wrong.
I quickly took out my phone, opened my contacts, and dialed the number of the receptionist downstairs.
However, the phone rang repeatedly, but the call never went through.
Only the cold, busy tone of the machine echoed in my ears.
He tried a few more times, but the result was the same.
Damn it!
Song Zhiwei huddled on the sofa, her body trembling slightly.
The moment the screen lit up, she almost instinctively opened her recent contacts list, her fingers swiping uncontrollably until she quickly tapped the most familiar number.
As soon as the call connected, a faint background noise could be heard from the other end.
She endured the churning discomfort within her body.
His voice was broken and intermittent, accompanied by heavy breathing.
"Help...help me."
Sheng Tingzhou, who was having a video conference, was listening to his subordinates' work reports with a cold expression when he suddenly heard a familiar voice on the phone, and his movements immediately froze.
He stood up almost immediately, drawing surprised glances from everyone in the meeting room.
But he ignored it, hung up the camera, and strode out of the conference room.
"What's wrong?"
"I...I don't know what's wrong, I feel really bad."
Song Zhiwei spoke with difficulty.
"I'm at Zhuoye Bar, in room 0888..."
After she finished speaking, her vision went black and her head started buzzing.
She couldn't hear anything the other person said next; all she could hear was a blurry static.
Mo Huaizhi secretly glanced at the woman on the sofa who was almost unconscious.
His remaining rationality was frantically warning him.
We can't stay here any longer; we must leave immediately.
He knew that these symptoms were not simply due to drunkenness, but most likely the result of medication.
Once caught red-handed, not only will your future be ruined.
Even personal freedom may be at risk.
Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth, grabbed his phone, turned around and rushed into the bathroom of the private room.
He locked the door behind him and leaned against the cold tile wall.
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