He's gone mad...
Xiao Xin frowned. "Fu Yan, you've really gone mad..."
“Yes, I’ve gone mad,” Fu Yan lifted his shirt, grasped his hand, and plunged the cold blade deeper into his abdomen. “Didn’t you never love me, brother? Kill me, and I’ll believe you…”
The knife tip pierced a hole in the skin, and blood gushed out.
Xiao Xin's shoulders trembled violently, and he tried to pull his hand away, but Fu Yan held it tightly and had no intention of letting go.
Blood continued to spill out. Xiao Xin glared at him and roared, "Fu Yan!"
Fu Yan looked at the heartache in his eyes and a cold smile appeared on his lips: "Brother can't bear to part with him?"
Xiao Xin was trembling violently, his ears were ringing, and he felt as if a heavy weight was pressing on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Fu Yan continued to ask with a smile, "Is it that you can't bear to part with me, or that you can't bear to part with He Yunzhou inside my body?"
As he spoke, the pressure of the knife against his abdomen increased, and blood trickled down, disappearing into his waist.
"Let go..." Xiao Xin cried silently, her hands trembling uncontrollably.
Fu Yan frowned, raised his hand and wiped away the tears on his face with his fingertips, "Why are you crying, brother? You don't have to make a choice now, shouldn't you be happy?"
He and He Yunzhou are now one, so Xiao Xin has no choice but to love whomever he wants.
Xiao Xin pursed his lips. He wanted to curse and cry, but his throat felt blocked, and he couldn't utter a single word.
He kept his eyes down, not daring to move, for fear that if he moved, Fu Yanjiu would do something even more outrageous.
Seeing that he was quiet and no longer resisting, Fu Yan pulled the knife hilt from his hand and threw it on the ground. He then grabbed Xiao Xin's wrist, raised it above his head, and pressed down on him.
"Do you still want to leave me?" Fu Yan breathed hot air into his ear.
Xiao Xin gripped the bedsheet beneath him, gritted his teeth, and remained silent.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Fu Yan got up to pick up the knife from the ground, but Xiao Xin immediately stopped him: "No! Don't leave!"
"I'm not leaving..."
Fu Yan paused in his action of picking up the knife, rolled onto the bed, supported himself with one hand, and used the other hand to pull Xiao Xin's hand to cover the wound on his waist. "Does my brother love me, or him?"
Warm blood flowed from his fingertips, dripping through his fingers and staining his hospital gown.
Xiao Xin's eyes were conflicted as she looked away from his face. "You."
Fu Yan was displeased and coldly commanded, "Look me in the eyes when you speak."
Xiao Xin hesitated for a moment, then mustered her courage to meet his gaze again: "I love...you."
Fu Yan chuckled contentedly, pulled his blood-stained hand close to his mouth, parted his lips slightly, and stuck out his tongue.
Xiao Xin realized what he was about to do, her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively tried to pull her hand back.
Fu Yan immediately glared at him coldly, and Xiao Xin dared not move again.
Fu Yan then looked away and licked the bloodstains off his fingers.
A tickling sensation spread through Xiao Xin's palms, and her brows furrowed as she looked at Fu Yan with an increasingly complex expression: "..."
Fu Yan slightly raised his eyes and saw the shock in Xiao Xin's eyes.
He stopped what he was doing and pulled Xiao Xin's hand to his shirt. "Help me unbutton it."
Xiao Xin's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he whispered a reminder: "You're injured."
Fu Yan noticed his slightly reddened ears and knew he was overthinking things, so she went along with him and said, "It won't affect anything."
"..." Xiao Xin didn't say anything more, and reached out to unbutton Fu Yan's shirt. He moved very gently, afraid of touching the wound on Fu Yan's waist.
Fu Yan lowered his eyes and saw Xiao Xin's eyelashes trembling with nervousness, which made his heart tremble slightly as well.
Xiao Xin finally managed to untie him, and when she looked up, she met Fu Yan's absent-minded gaze, and her breath hitched.
"Okay..." Before she could finish speaking, Xiao Xin's chin was grabbed forcefully, and her breath was once again taken away by a forceful kiss.
Fu Yan's attack came fiercely and suddenly, catching Xiao Xin off guard, and her mind went blank for a moment.
After a long while, Xiao Xin took advantage of the moment when Fu Yan released him and shoved his shoulder.
Seeing his awkward expression, Fu Yan kissed his earlobe and deliberately whispered in his ear, "I originally just wanted to take off my clothes to make it easier to apply the medicine, but He Yunzhou just asked me to ask you what position you like..."
"..."
Xiao Xin was stunned for two seconds. Fu Yan gently stroked his chin and said softly, "Alright, time to think."
…………
Xiao Xin didn't know how much time had passed; she only remembered that before she fainted, Fu Yan had to stop the game because of his increasingly serious abdominal injury.
Xiao Xin had no strength left to care about Fu Yan, and slowly closed her heavy eyelids.
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The following day.
As soon as Xiao Xin opened her eyes, she met Qiao Chen's gaze.
Xiao Xin looked around and realized that only he and Qiao Chen were in the room.
"When did you get here?" Xiao Xin asked.
Qiao Chen pushed up his glasses, his fatigue evident in his eyes. "I've only been here two minutes."
Xiao Xin was even more confused. He propped himself up on the bed and sat up. "You've come here?"
Qiao Chen sat up straight and briefly explained his purpose: "Nothing much, I was dismissed from my job and just happened to come and see you."
Xiao Xin lowered her eyes and fiddled with her fingers a couple of times. "You're here to laugh at me, aren't you?"
Qiao Chen crossed his arms, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Who isn't a joke? I have no right to laugh at you."
Xiao Xin seemed to have guessed something and couldn't help but ask, "You and Yu..."
"You didn't accept my proposal, are you regretting it now?" Qiao Chen interrupted him, clearly intending to change the subject.
Xiao Xin awkwardly looked away. "How is my father?"
“He’s alright,” Qiao Chen replied, “You still have room for regret…”
Xiao Xin looked up at him. "What do you mean?"
“Fu Yan probably won’t have time for you these days. If you want to go abroad, I can send you and your father abroad,” Qiao Chen explained.
Xiao Xin was somewhat uneasy: "Fu..."
The last word almost slipped out, but Xiao Xin immediately corrected herself: "Has something happened to the Fu family?"
Qiao Chen chuckled, his tone undeniably sarcastic: "You're in this state and you're still worried about him?"
He then advised, "Instead of worrying about him, you should think about what you and your father should do."
Xiao Xin: "Is it because of Jiang Yuqing?"
Qiao Chen remained noncommittal: "Hmm."
Xiao Xin shut his mouth, and suddenly remembered what Jiang Yuqing had said—that if Fu Yan chose him, Jiang Yuqing would turn himself in.
From beginning to end, Xiao Xin tried to push Fu Yan away, but she couldn't manage it.
So Jiang Yuqing is now planning to drag the Fu family down with her?
"You and Jiang Yuqing also have an agreement, right?" Qiao Chen suddenly asked.
Xiao Xin glanced at him and nodded in agreement.
Qiao Chen chuckled and pushed up his glasses: "But he won't be arrogant for long. I'll send him to jail soon."
"You..." A hint of surprise flashed in Xiao Xin's eyes, "Why..."
Qiao Chen smiled bitterly, "Because of Yu Muqing."
He made a deal with Yu Muqing: he would only turn himself in after he provided all the evidence to the police and sent Jiang Yuqing to prison. His early resignation was also to dispel Yu Muqing's concerns about him.
Xiao Xin noticed the faint sadness in his eyes and couldn't help but ask, "So, have you ever regretted things coming to this point between you and President Yu?"
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