Chapter 92. He thought he still had a chance. ...
Qi Siyan finally managed to find out Wen Chu's whereabouts and knew that she had returned to Baiyue. He thought that it was not far from the end of the workday, so he sat in the car and waited patiently.
Before long, more and more people gathered at the entrance of Baiyue, and the sirens of fire trucks and ambulances could be heard in the distance, as if someone was about to jump off the building.
This kind of thing happens every day. He glanced casually at the gossiping crowd, not bothering with the trivial matters of these lower-class people who were making a scene. It was probably about who lost all their stocks, who got fired from their company, or who was under too much work pressure and wanted to commit suicide.
He sneered, gloating, thinking that he could seize this opportunity to severely damage Baiyue's brand image and give it a reputation for exploiting its employees, leading to their suicides.
He picked up his phone and called the people he had arranged, instructing them to keep watch at all the entrances of Baiyue and to inform him as soon as they saw Wen Chu come out. He himself would personally keep watch at the entrance.
He then instructed the people guarding the vicinity to take some photos of the suicide.
After giving the instructions, he tried calling Wen Chu again, but her phone was still switched off. He didn't know if she had changed her SIM card or what, which made him very irritable, and he was about to lose control of his violent temper.
He was too impulsive yesterday. His sensitivity due to illness and his anger at not being as good as Lu Ming, combined with the influence of alcohol, clouded his judgment. To make matters worse, the woman somehow managed to make him fall asleep.
He didn't even have time to contact the paparazzi.
All his pretense had been for nothing; he had to apologize as soon as possible to win back Wen Chu's opinion of him.
He was angrily texting someone, constantly apologizing, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure falling from a great height out of the corner of his eye.
A cacophony of screams filled his ears, but he remained unfazed. He then focused on sending his final text message: "I'm sorry, Wen Chu, I really want to see you. Can you give me a chance to apologize and explain?"
Only then, feeling utterly bored, did he get out of the car to see what was going on.
He walked over slowly, and taking advantage of his height, looked inside. He saw the rescuers kneeling on the air cushion with tense and serious expressions, trying to resuscitate the person who had jumped. He stared at them, stunned.
His eyes were glazed over, and he tilted his head in disbelief. The figure was so similar, and the woman seemed to have worn the white shoes on her feet when they went out together last time. His heart clenched suddenly, and with an incredulous expression, he pushed through the crowd blocking his way and walked forward until he was stopped by the police tape.
But even at that distance, he could still clearly see the face of the person lying in the pool of blood.
For a moment, Qi Siyan felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, feeling cold from head to toe.
"Wen...Chu?" He managed to squeeze out those two words with great effort from his dry throat.
His mind went blank for a moment, and his hands, hanging at his sides, began to tremble uncontrollably.
how so?
How could it be... Wen Chu?
He couldn't say a word, his eyes filled with astonishment.
How is that possible?
"Doctor, please do everything you can to save my sister! I'll pay any price!" Wen Heng pleaded, her voice trembling and choked with tears, following behind the medical staff. "Please!"
In the hospital, doctors and nurses, their expressions grave and their steps hurried, wheeled Wen Chu into the operating room. A red light illuminated the room, and before entering, the doctor solemnly said, "We will do our utmost! But please, family members, be prepared."
Wen Xue looked at the operating room, then at Lu Ming being wheeled into the emergency room, and covered her mouth, bursting into tears, "How could this happen... It's all my fault... It's all my fault..."
Wen Heng leaned against the wall, his body slowly sliding down until he collapsed to the ground. As if all his strength had been drained, he said listlessly, "Mom isn't feeling well, so don't tell her for now." He covered his face and rested for a while before forcing himself to stand up again. He said in a hoarse voice, "You stay here and keep watch. I have to go and block the news."
Qi Siyan rushed to the hospital, but hesitated when he saw the red light on the operating room in the distance. He was terrified and dared not approach. Endless guilt and regret overwhelmed him, like a demonic hand dragging him to hell.
Wen Chu had just lost her father not long ago. He was clearly the person she trusted most, yet he did such a thing to her. The harm he caused must have been enormous.
He's the one who ruined her.
He never imagined that a woman could be so resolute and ruthless, refusing to even offer him a final word.
He didn't want it to be like this.
Why is this happening?
Tears streamed down his face. Qi Siyan clenched his fists and gave a painful laugh, all of which contained his emotions. No further words were needed.
Wen Chu, I don't ask for anything anymore, I just want you to come back.
While Wen Chu was being treated, Lu Ming was also in a coma. The doctor said it was a temporary loss of consciousness caused by an acute stress reaction.
Because of the system, he was supposed to wake up the next morning, but he opened his eyes early in the middle of the night. An indescribable sadness tugged at his chest, forcibly waking him.
With a strong taste of blood still lingering in his mouth, he expressionlessly pulled out the IV from his hand, his eyes clouded as he walked out of the ward. He then saw Wen Heng and Wen Xue sitting outside the operating room, waiting for the results.
"Lu Ming, you're awake?" Wen Xue asked, her face pale as she looked at Lu Ming walking towards them.
Lu Ming didn't answer, but just stared blankly at the red light on the operating room. After a long while, he asked with trembling lips, "Is she in there?"
Wen Heng's dull eyes were instantly filled with rage. He stood up from his chair and punched the man with all his might: "You still have the nerve to ask?! Get out!"
Lu Ming, seemingly oblivious to the pain, persistently asked again, "She's inside, isn't she?"
Falling from the 16th floor is almost certainly fatal; there's no chance of being rushed into the operating room for emergency treatment. But if the other person is still inside, does that mean there's still a glimmer of hope?
He needs this answer; it can only be this answer.
Wen Xue quickly stopped Wen Heng's actions, her voice trembling with tears, "Brother, calm down! None of us could have imagined this. It's not Lu Ming's fault! We just finished explaining things, who knew Xiao Chu would..."
"Is he innocent? He's the least innocent of all! Do you dare say my sister's suicide wasn't caused by him?"
"Since she met you, has she been happy for even a few days?" Wen Heng shook off Wen Xue's hand that was trying to stop him, then punched Lu Ming hard. He grabbed the staggering man back, grabbed his collar, and questioned him with bloodshot eyes, "Tell me, what did my sister say to you before she jumped off the building? Did she commit suicide because of you?!"
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault..." Lu Ming's voice was extremely hoarse, and he seemed to have lost his soul.
Wen Xue couldn't bear to see him like this, so she pulled Wen Heng away while replying in a tearful voice, "The doctors are still trying to save him. It's been eight hours already. All we can do now is pray..."
Wen Heng seemed to have lost the energy to argue, and sat down again, covering his face with his hands.
Lu Ming's lips were bluish-purple as he stared blankly at the operating room door. Warm liquid kept streaming down his face. He had never been so terrified, so terrified that his hands hanging by his sides trembled uncontrollably, so terrified that the blood in his body had lost its warmth, so terrified that his stomach spasmed and he couldn't help but want to vomit.
At this moment, he can only gamble everything he has to ask God for a chance to atone for his sins.
Just a day ago, things weren't like this; he thought he still had a chance.
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Author's Note: This chapter is a bit short, I'll update another 5,000 words tomorrow [pat on the head]
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