Jun Xiqing was in a daze, it was as if she had just had a nightmare.
She heard a voice by her ear — -Kill Lu Yeming! Kill him now!
She didn't know what she had done.
She couldn't control herself at all.
She fell to the cold grass and held her head with her small hands in pain.
At this moment, a pair of shiny black leather shoes appeared in her line of sight. She froze for a moment, then slowly lifted her eyes. Looking up, she saw a pair of black trousers, a black leather belt around his narrow waist, and further up …
And above, his white shirt was already soaked in blood.
Jun Xiqing quickly crawled up on all fours, pressing on his wound to help him stop the bleeding.
— -Sorry …
— -Really sorry …
At this moment, a large palm caressed her small face. Through the thin gauze, a finger slowly caressed her delicate skin.
Jun Xiqing's eyelashes quivered, she lifted her eyes.
She met his deep almond-shaped eyes.
He was looking at her with his handsome face lowered. She couldn't understand his gaze, but … she could see some tenderness in it.
— -Does it hurt?
Without a pen, she forgot to write on his palm. She could only look at him with her watery eyes.
Does it hurt?
Lu Yeming caressed her face, the corners of his lips quirking up slightly. His voice was hoarse as he said, "How much do you hate me? You're so accurate and deep."
Jun Xiqing's tears were about to fall.
"But it doesn't hurt."
He said it didn't hurt.
Jun Xiqing looked at him, suddenly smiling foolishly through her tears.
Lu Yeming gently pulled her into his arms, stroking her silky hair. "Alright, it's fine now."
How was it fine?
He was still bleeding.
Jun Xiqing buried her face in his muscular chest, letting her tears flow freely.
…
Bei Yuewu came over, looking at Yuan Ming with her charming eyes. "Yuan Ming, I'm already here. Help Qingqing get rid of the venom, alright?"
Yuan Ming looked at her in infatuation, she was smiling at him.
Bei Yuewu was an innocent and carefree woman who dared to love and hate. Back then, Madam Xuanji was a beautiful woman, but she was tormented by love. Even though she was treated gently by time, her eyes were always filled with sadness.
Bei Yuewu, on the other hand, was as passionate as fire. Even after so many years, she was still as dainty as before. As long as she smiled at any man in this world, that man would be willing to sacrifice his life for her.
Yuan Ming was one of them.
"Alright, Yuewu, I can cure her, but you have to come with me." Yuan Ming took two steps forward and grabbed Bei Yuewu's hand.
Bei Yuewu's gaze turned cold and a sharp knife suddenly appeared in her hand, stabbing towards Yuan Ming.
Yuan Ming quickly dodged.
The smile on Bei Yuewu's face disappeared as she pointed at Yuan Ming with one hand on her waist and scolded him. "You evil man, how dare you covet me for so many years. You stole my son away and caused me to grow up early. I want to poke a hundred holes in your body before I'm satisfied!"
"…"
Yuan Ming was stunned for a moment, but his eyes soon lit up. Otherwise, why would he have loved Bei Yuewu for so many years?
Yuan Ming laughed loudly. "Yuewu, I've already said it 20 years ago. I'll get you one day!
"As long as you come with me, I'll cure your daughter-in-law. How about that?"
Bei Yuewu raised her brows. "You said it yourself. Isn't it my son's responsibility to protect my daughter-in-law? Since when did it become my responsibility? If my son betrays his mother to save his wife, he'll be useless. "
Yuan Ming, "…"
Lu Yeming, "…"
Jun Xiqing, "…"
Yuan Ming's expression changed. He had waited for so many years and Bei Yuewu had finally appeared. He would never let this chance slip by. He had to get this woman.
"Yuewu, I'll have to take you back then!" Yuan Ming reached out to grab Bei Yuewu.
Bei Yuewu saw that the situation wasn't right, so she gave up and ran away.
Yuan Ming pulled out the metal chain from his body and threw it at Bei Yuewu.
The metal chain was about to wrap around Bei Yuewu.
At this moment, a large palm appeared in the air and caught hold of the metal chain.
Yuan Ming felt a steady and dignified force approaching him. He took two steps forward and barely managed to stabilize himself.
Lifting his head, he saw a tall figure on the other end of the metal chain. It was Murong Jiancheng.
Murong Jiancheng was dressed in a black coat and stood tall. His eyes were filled with a murderous aura after being in a high position for so many years. Murong Jiancheng now exuded the elegance that a man in his forties should have. He was strong and well-built, just like he used to be in his prime.
Murong Jiancheng's gaze landed on Yuan Ming's face coldly. "Yuan Ming, we haven't seen each other for so many years. Are you still coveting your sister-in-law?"
Murong Jiancheng swung his arm, and the chain in his hand was flung back with incredible force.
Yuan Ming couldn't dodge in time and the metal chain landed heavily on his face.
A red mark quickly appeared on his face, and his whole body took a few steps back.
He was in an extremely pathetic state.
Yuan Ming felt humiliated and embarrassed. He would never be Murong Jiancheng's match.
In the past, Murong Jiancheng wasn't a womanizer, but he was well-versed in both the pen and the sword. Whenever he appeared, everyone would bow down to him. He was the most dazzling star in the sea of people.
He was once on the same level as Murong Jiancheng and they were sworn brothers. But he couldn't compare to Murong Jiancheng in any aspect.
After that, he fell in love with Bei Yuewu, but Bei Yuewu fell in love with him at first sight.
All his resentment, jealousy, and hatred exploded at that moment.
How could he accept that?
Yuan Ming lifted his head to look at Murong Jiancheng. Murong Jiancheng stood there calmly, exuding the aura of an emperor.
Unlike Lu Yeming, who had only become an emperor halfway through his life, Murong Jiancheng had grown up in the palace and had received the most orthodox education.
At this moment, a few bulletproof luxury cars drove over. Fan Men had rushed over with his men.
Yuan Ming looked at Bei Yuewu deeply before running away.
…
The bad guys had run away. Bei Yuewu ran past Murong Jiancheng and towards Lu Yeming. "Son, if you're not dead, make a sound. Don't make Mom worry."
Lu Yeming, who was not dead, was speechless.
Fan Men walked over and stood respectfully beside Murong Jiancheng. "Your Majesty."
Murong Jiancheng glanced at Bei Yuewu. "Send Yeming to the hospital immediately."
"Yes."
…
In the hospital.
Lu Yeming was pushed into the operating theater. The red light outside the theater lit up, glaring brightly.
Jun Xiqing sat on the long bench along the corridor, waiting. Her little nose and fair eyes were red from crying.
It was all her fault.
If anything had happened to Lu Yeming, she would have died of guilt. Then … she wouldn't want to live anymore.
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