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Assassination
Qiu Yue, a killer who danced on the edge of a knife.
This time, she infiltrated the hotel to assassinate He Shaochen. She disguised herself as a hotel staff member, and with a little trick, she managed to get the key card to He Shaochen's suite from the hotel manager.
When she snuck in, she was lucky to find that He Shaochen's illness had acted up again. What was even more laughable was that he actually mistook her for his wife, Joe Qiao. It turned out that deliberately suppressing the illness could cause people to hallucinate. What a pleasant surprise.
The moment he pounced on her, Qiu Yue knew her chance had come.
Now that He Shaochen was delirious, even the slightest response would make him ecstatic. She took the chance when he let his guard down and took out the sharp poisoned dagger hidden behind her. She viciously stabbed it into He Shaochen's heart.
"Farewell, young master."
The tip of the dagger pierced through He Shaochen's clothes. At this moment, a gunshot rang out. The bullet accurately hit Qiu Yue's dagger.
"He Shao!"
Qin Dong accidentally heard the patrol manager say that the hotel was missing a suite key. He took note of it, just in case He Shaochen came to He Shaochen's room to take a look. Who knew, he would see this scene.
Qiu Yue's dagger was sent flying. She glared fiercely at Qin Dong who had ruined her plans. In a flash, she reached out, wanting to control He Shaochen who was on top of her.
When she looked at He Shaochen, she found that his eyes had regained their clarity. He was looking at her with a gaze that she couldn't see through.
She was shocked and wanted to strike first, but He Shaochen, who had already regained consciousness, was like a completely different person compared to the unconscious him just now. He easily neutralized Qiu Yue's attack and grabbed her by the neck. He looked down at her condescendingly and said in a bone-chilling voice, "Tell me, who sent you?"
Qiu Yue's breathing was obstructed, and her face was flushed red. She reached for her thigh and took out the smoke bomb that she had prepared beforehand. She smiled at He Shaochen and said, "If you have the ability, you can investigate it yourself."
As she spoke, she threw down the smoke grenade in her hand.
Qin Dong's complexion changed. "He Shao, be careful!"
He Shaochen fired at Qiu Yue, but who knew that Qiu Yue would take advantage of the smoke to break free from He Shaochen's restraint and dodge the bullet in time. She flipped twice in the air, picked up the dagger that was bounced off, and threw it at He Shaochen.
He Shaochen tilted his body and dodged the dagger. But just as he dodged, Qiu Yue's second dagger cut his shoulder.
He Shaochen groaned and looked at Qiu Yue.
Qiu Yue smiled brightly, and there were four or five daggers in her hand. She said leisurely, "No one said that an assassin is only allowed to carry one dagger, right?"
"Damn it!" Qin Dong shot at Qiu Yue angrily, but with the smoke interference and Qiu Yue's light body, several shots missed. She dodged the bullets and came to the window. She blew a kiss to Qin Dong and said, "Little handsome, your shooting skills are a bit bad. You need to practice more."
After saying that, he fell backward.
Qin Dong quickly chased after her, but in the vast night, there was no trace of Qiu Yue.
This was the 35th floor!
Now, the bodyguards outside were useless.
"He Shao, how are you?" Qin Dong turned around and saw He Shaochen leaning against the wall with a pale face. His face was covered in cold sweat.
He Shaochen pressed on his wound, which was quickly turning purple. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and murmured, "Sure enough, in reality, she can't smile at me anymore."
He Shaochen's mind was filled with the image of Qiao Qiao smiling brightly at Xu Anting. It was so sweet, so beautiful.
She could have given this smile to anyone, but not to him …
A metallic taste rushed up his throat.
"Pfft!"
He Shaochen spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered on the ground. The blood was no longer red, but as black as ink. He covered his mouth with all his might, but it was useless.
"Cough cough cough … cough cough …"
Accompanied by a series of suppressed coughs, He Shaochen's body swayed, and his consciousness quickly blurred. His vision turned black, and he fell to the ground.
"He Shao …"
— —
"Bang!"
The glass fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Qiao Qiao looked down at the pieces of glass, and her heart palpitated. She touched her rapidly beating heart, and for some reason, she felt unusually flustered, as if something was about to happen.
"Qiao Qiao, what's wrong?" Freya heard the commotion and walked in. She saw Qiao Qiao in a daze, staring at the broken glass on the ground. Her face was frighteningly pale.
Freya was shocked. She hurried over and reached out to touch Qiao Qiao's forehead. "Are you sick?"
However, her forehead wasn't hot.
Qiao Qiao shook her head and removed Freya's hand. "I'm fine. My hand just slipped."
"But your face is so pale." Freya was still worried.
Qiao Qiao stubbornly said, "I'm really fine … Don't worry, it's just …"
"It's just …"
Qiao Qiao touched her still beating heart and murmured, "It's just that I feel inexplicably flustered and a little uncertain."
For some reason, Qiao Qiao thought of He Shaochen's cold illness and Andol's words.
She said to Freya, "Freya, Andol said that He Shaochen only has half a year left. Do you think she lied to me? When He Shaochen was with me, everything was clearly normal. How could his mental state be like that of a person who only has half a year to live? But his body is very cold, and his heartbeat is lower than a normal person's. Could it really be … "
"Qiao Qiao …" Freya called out to Qiao Qiao, but she didn't respond at all. She was still immersed in her own mental world.
She shook her head. Her heart couldn't calm down. She muttered, "No, no, just based on this little bit, there's no problem at all. By the way, Andol said that He Shaochen's attending doctor knows the truth …"
"Qiao Qiao …" Freya called out to Qiao Qiao again, but it was still to no avail.
"Forget it, it's better to ask the doctor in charge. He'll definitely know. Freya, tomorrow we'll …"
"Qiao Qiao!"
Freya suddenly raised her voice. Qiao Qiao immediately came back to her senses. Her face was held by Freya. She looked very serious as she said, "Qiao Qiao, you have nothing to do with He Shaochen anymore! Whether he only has half a year to live or not, it has nothing to do with you. You don't have to care about this at all. Have you forgotten how heartless he was to you? He left his wife in such a dangerous place, and then he didn't care about her at all. He only thought about that dead woman. What is there in such a man that deserves to be loved? You're not allowed to think about He Shaochen anymore! "
Qiao Qiao's amber eyes flashed. She looked at Freya and said in a low voice, "But He Shaochen's illness worsened because of me too …"
If she hadn't believed Hao Youran's words and given He Shaochen poison as a tonic, his illness would have been under control.
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