Chapter 92 Please Save Me
Song Zhiwei also got up and came over.
She stood up, walked slowly to the door, and looked down carefully at the lock next to the mirror.
"Is the lock broken? I clearly remember locking it just now, but now it looks like someone has pried it open."
"Should we call the front desk and ask?"
As she spoke, she subconsciously reached for her phone on the coffee table.
The moment my fingertips touched the cold fuselage, suddenly, my head felt like it had been hit by a heavy hammer, and I felt dizzy.
The world before my eyes seemed to sway, and the lights became blurry and blinding.
My limbs started to feel weak, as if all my strength had been drained away, and even standing became difficult.
An indescribable burning sensation surged upwards from deep within my body.
Her steps faltered, her feet slipped slightly, and her body swayed uncontrollably to the side.
Mo Huaizhi clearly sensed that something was wrong with his body, and fine beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.
He frowned, quickly pulled off his suit jacket, and muttered under his breath, "Why is it so stuffy in here on such a cold day? Is the air conditioning on too high?"
As he spoke, he unbuttoned the top button of his shirt collar and walked toward the temperature controller on the wall.
As soon as Song Zhiwei sat back on the sofa, she involuntarily curled up into a ball, hugging her knees tightly with her arms.
That strange feeling grew stronger and stronger.
What happened?
She felt uneasy, cold sweat beaded on her forehead, but the heat inside her body did not subside at all.
She hurriedly reached for her phone again, but her wrist jerked as soon as her fingers extended.
The phone fell to the ground with a "thud," and the screen cracked open.
The battery level quickly turned red and the phone shut down...
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Upon receiving Mo Huaizhi's message, Zhou Yuze's expression instantly darkened.
He stared at the short line of text on his phone screen, and without the slightest hesitation, grabbed his coat and rushed outside.
In less than ten minutes, he had arrived at the entrance of the clubhouse lobby.
The sound of leather shoes tapping on the floor hadn't stopped as soon as I stepped into the hall.
Qiao Yiqing suddenly rushed up from the rest area on the side, her breath coming in short gasps, and threw herself into his arms.
Caught off guard, his body tensed instinctively.
He frowned immediately, his voice as cold as frost: "What are you doing? Let go!"
Qiao Yiqing bit her lip, her lips already white from the teeth marks.
Her voice trembled, almost breaking into tears.
"Yu Ce, I...I might have been drugged."
Zhou Yuze was stunned, and his heart suddenly raced.
He immediately noticed her unusual behavior.
"Who did this?"
She shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks, her voice broken and fragmented.
"I don't know... I really don't know... Yu Ce, I feel so awful, what should I do? My mind is a mess, my whole body is burning up... I don't want this..."
Seeing her like this, Zhou Yuze frowned even more, a mix of emotions welling up inside him.
In fact, he had long since wanted to have nothing more to do with Qiao Yiqing.
The past entanglements had long since exhausted his patience and also made him see many truths clearly.
But now that she's in this situation, he can't just abandon her like this... He can't do it.
"Hold on for a bit, I'll go get the doctor."
He spoke as calmly as possible, while reaching out to support her arm.
"No...don't call anyone else."
Qiao Yiqing suddenly grabbed him with all her might, biting her lip until it bled, and blood mixed with tears dripped onto her clothes.
Tears streamed down her face as she choked out, "I don't want this to get out... Please, don't let anyone know..."
She couldn't say the rest of her words; her voice died in her throat, leaving only helpless sobs.
Zhou Yuze understands.
In this circle, a woman's reputation is extremely important.
The slightest disturbance will be magnified infinitely.
Once news spreads that she was drugged and collapsed at a club late at night, she will be met with endless rumors and gossip.
He was silent for a moment, then finally sighed and said in a low voice, "Then I'll take you upstairs first."
Zhou Yuze supported her with one hand, his arm supporting her shoulder, trying to steady her body as she continued to slide down.
But the people around me were as soft as if they had no bones, and their body temperatures were frighteningly high.
She kept falling into his arms, her hot breath spraying against his neck.
He pursed his lips, suppressing the surging emotions within him, and quickly pulled out his phone with his left hand. His fingers slid across the screen somewhat stiffly as he dialed a number.
As soon as the call connected, he lowered his voice and said in a serious tone, "Hey, Jiang Feng, something's happened to me... Come over right away and bring the antidote from your first-aid kit."
The other party seemed to realize something and immediately asked a follow-up question.
Zhou Yuze was silent for two seconds, then closed his eyes.
"Yes, it's that kind of medicine."
"I'm drinking at night, come here right away."
A low, husky female voice came from the other end of the phone, tinged with a hint of drunkenness.
Zhou Yuce frowned and tapped his knuckles on the table.
After a two-second silence, he finally replied, "Wait for me."
After saying that, he hung up the phone, got up, grabbed his coat, and turned to leave.
After hanging up the phone, he led the person into the room and put them on the bed.
The dim light in the corridor illuminated her staggering figure.
She leaned on his shoulder, her hair disheveled, her lips pale, and her whole body limp and almost powerless.
Zhou Yuze frowned, one hand on her waist, the other pushing open the door.
The sheets and blankets still carried the chill of last night as he gently laid her down.
Qiao Yiqing's mind became increasingly confused. Suddenly, she reached out and hugged him, crying and pleading.
"Don't go, Yu Ce, can you stay?"
She suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, tears streaming down her face and soaking his shirt collar.
"I'm really upset..."
Zhou Yuze felt a surge of irritation as she pulled him like that.
This wasn't the first time he'd seen this scenario, but each time it only strengthened his conviction.
He shouldn't be here at this moment.
His phone screen still showed a message that he was supposed to meet Song Zhiwei in half an hour.
But now, he is trapped in this room.
But thinking back, I realized I had indeed wronged her in the past.
He paused for a moment, then forcefully pulled her up and pushed her into the bathroom.
Memories flooded back like a tide.
He had promised her a wedding and had once held her hand and said, "Give me a little more time."
Those words sound utterly absurd now, but she believed them back then.
So, after a moment's hesitation, he reached out and pulled her off the bed.
She staggered, barely able to stand.
But he didn't let go; instead, he dragged her directly into the bathroom.
The moment the icy water was poured over her, Qiao Yiqing screamed.
Cold water suddenly poured down, wetting her long hair and soaking her clothes.
She shuddered and let out a piercing scream.
Water streamed down her pale cheeks, indistinguishable between water and tears.
She shrank back, trying to back away, but Zhou Yuze held her firmly in place.
"Yu Ce, can you... help me?"
"Please... help me... only you can save me..."
Zhou Yuze's eyes darkened, and his tone turned cold.
"Yi Qing, we broke up a long time ago."
He withdrew his hand, turned off the faucet, and coldly stared at the disheveled woman in the mirror.
Water droplets dripped from her hair, her makeup was already ruined, and her eyeliner had smudged into a dark shadow.
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