"Ning Nanxue..." Her voice was soft and breathless, and every word was covered with blood foam. "This time... I will repay you. I have paid back everything I owe you. From now on, you must leave me a way out..."
After saying this, the light in her eyes slowly, slowly dissipated.
After Xu Zhiru said that, the light in her eyes dimmed little by little, and she fell silent.
Her body collapsed limply on Ning Nanxue, and the warm liquid quickly soaked the dress on Ning Nanxue's shoulders. A strong smell of rust rushed into her mouth and nose.
Ning Nanxue hugged her, her head buzzing. The screams and cries in the banquet hall were in chaos, and the sirens outside were getting louder and closer.
"Don't move!"
"Put down the gun!"
Before the bodyguards in black suits could react, they were pinned down by officials who rushed up from behind.
Fu Chen was also pinned to the ground by two men, his cheek pressed against the rough carpet, covered in dust. The pistol fell to the ground with a clang not far away.
"Let me go! Let me go!" Fu Chen roared, the veins on his neck twisted, but his eyes were staring straight at the door.
Medical staff rushed in quickly pushing a stretcher. They worked together to carefully move Xu Zhiru from Ning Nanxue's arms to the stretcher, and then pushed her away like a gust of wind.
Fu Chen just watched as the stretcher disappeared at the door, the red and blue lights on the top of the ambulance flickering in his bloodshot eyes.
How could this happen? His mind was in a mess, but an inappropriate image popped up in his mind.
Many years ago, Xu Zhiru visited the Fu family for the first time.
She looked up at him timidly, her voice as thin as a mosquito's: "Fu...Mr. Fu." Those eyes were pure without any impurities, with only a little bit of imperceptible...admiration?
When did that look start to change?
It was him, he who wiped out that bit of cleanliness with his own hands and smashed it completely.
The sirens grew closer, then shrieked away.
Fu Chen's hands were handcuffed behind his back, and two policemen were escorting him out, one on each side.
He looked at the mess on the floor, the frightened and contemptuous looks from the guests, and then thought of Xu Zhiru, whose life or death was uncertain on the stretcher... His chest felt choked and it felt like there was a piece of charcoal stuck in his throat.
He wanted to hold back, but he couldn't help it. He sobbed softly at first, and then burst into tears.
It's not for myself, nor for the end of the Fu family, but for... for that woman.
The one who had been so sincere to him, but was pushed to a dead end step by step by him, and in the end... even used his life to protect his enemy.
What has he done!
In the corridor outside the operating room of the hospital, the air was so stagnant that it was hard to breathe.
Ning Nanxue sat alone on the cold bench, still wearing her royal blue dress. The dried blood on her shoulder had turned dark brown and hard, like an ugly scar.
Jiang Tingchen walked over and draped his suit jacket over her shoulders, blocking the bloody stain. "Are you cold?"
Ning Nanxue shook her head and said nothing.
Jiang Tingchen sat down beside her and lowered his voice, "The doctor just came out and said the bullet was very dangerous, but fortunately it missed the target." He paused, his voice softening, "She lost a lot of blood, but the operation went smoothly. She'll be fine, don't worry."
Ning Nanxue raised her head woodenly and looked at Jiang Tingchen. Her face was cold, and when she touched it, she realized it was tears.
Jiang Tingchen didn't say anything, but took out a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the blood and tear stains from her cheeks.
Why was she crying? Was it for Xu Zhiru? Or for something else? She herself couldn't explain it clearly.
"Xu Zhiru..." Ning Nanxue said, her throat dry, "Why did she rush over to me?"
This question weighed on her heart like a stone.
Jiang Tingchen shook her hand, his palm dry and warm: "When she wakes up, you can ask her in person."
A month later, in the general ward.
Ning Nanxue pushed open the door and Jiang Tingchen followed her.
Xu Zhiru leaned against the head of the bed. Her complexion looked much better than before, but still pale.
When she saw Ning Nanxue, her eyes moved. They no longer had the sharpness or calculation they had before, leaving only an empty and tired look.
"You're here." Xu Zhiru spoke first, her voice a little vague.
Ning Nanxue pulled out a chair beside the bed and sat down: "How are you feeling?"
"I won't die." Xu Zhiru pulled the corners of her mouth, as if she was smiling, but not quite, "Thank you for your concern."
"Why did you save me?" Ning Nanxue looked at her, still asking the same question.
Xu Zhiru didn't look at her, but looked out the window. The sun was shining brightly there, and a few birds were chirping.
After a long while, she spoke softly, "I don't know either. Maybe I don't want to owe you anything anymore." She sighed, her voice full of weariness, "Fu Chen is no longer the same Fu Chen he used to be. I'm also to blame for what has happened today. If it weren't for those inappropriate thoughts I had back then... Well, I won't say anymore."
She paused, turned her head, and looked directly at Ning Nanxue: "My good-for-nothing brother Xu Zhao, you still remember him, right? He used the banner of doing good for me, but secretly used Fu Chen to do a lot of shameful things. Those things that the Fu family hid overseas, and the money that Fu Chen took out... I have some clues here."
Xu Zhiru said, groping from under the pillow to pull out a small USB flash drive and handed it over: "This is for you. Whether you can use the things inside is up to you. This is... the last thing I can do. I also want to give you something back on behalf of Fu Chen."
Ning Nanxue took it and held it in her hand. The small metal shell felt a little cold.
She looked at Xu Zhiru, the woman whom she once hated to the core, but now made her feel an indescribable feeling.
"After the Fu family's shares go bankrupt and are liquidated, you should be able to get a share of the money." Ning Nanxue spoke calmly, "If you use it sparingly, it will be enough for the rest of your life."
When Xu Zhiru heard this, her eyes dimmed, and then a hint of self-mockery appeared in her eyes.
"Money... Ha, Ning Nanxue, you really are..." She shook her head, "You win. I've been a joke from beginning to end."
"There's no winning or losing." Ning Nanxue stood up. "You should take good care of your injuries."
She and Jiang Tingchen walked out of the ward side by side. Behind them, Xu Zhiru did not speak for a long time.
In the corridor, Jiang Tingchen asked, "Are you really going to let her go like this?"
Ning Nanxue didn't stop: "She paid with her life, and the rest is her own path."
Two more months passed.
The press conference venue at the Ning Group headquarters building was packed with people and the flash lights were on.
Ning Nanxue stood on the stage, wearing a neat white suit, looking energetic.
On the huge electronic screen behind her, the words "Jiangning Technology Group" are particularly eye-catching.
There was thunderous applause from the audience.
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