Chapter 594
Extreme Pampering After Marriage
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Chapter 594: Hurt her to the extreme (1)
Translator: 549690339
âZhizhi, I really want to dig my heart out for you to see.â
His bloodied hand supported himself on the cabinet, and he barely managed to stand. His face was as pale as paper, and his voice was getting weaker.
âIn the past, in order to survive, Iâve done many, many things. However, no matter what I do, I canât seem to escape my original fate. There are some things that most people possess from birth, but I canât. Zhizhi ..... I donât have it. I can only fight for it and fight for it myself.â
His eyes were bloodshot and moist, and a bleak smile hung on the corner of his mouth. &Quot; I admit that Iâm not a good person. My entire heart is black, but if thereâs a little bit of pure white in this heart, thatâs you. &Quot;
I love you with the only purity in my life.
Even if it goes against my will to live.
Mo Zhiyunâs entire body was stiff. His fingers were holding the scissors as he looked at him with a dazed expression. He did not say a word.
âZhizhi, Iâve always thought that I didnât touch you because of the 5% shares. But this year, I finally understand ... I didnât do it for the shares. I did it for you.â
âYouâre so innocent and kind, and your love is so pure. Youâve given me everything with your passionate heart, but I donât dare to accept it ... The purer your love is, the more I donât dare to touch you. The more you love me, the less I know I can give it to you. After all, even my heart is black.â
After saying that, he laughed at himself. Because the wound was bleeding non-stop, the light in his pupils gradually faded.
His blood-stained hand trembled as he reached out to her. &Quot; Zhizhi, I really ... Donât want to live without you anymore. &Quot;
Without her, everything seemed to be frozen. Even his heart was frozen, and he lived like a zombie.
He clearly loved her, but he hurt her to the extreme.
Mo Zhiyun still didnât say anything. He didnât even move his hand.
Lu Heâs tall body fell to the ground, and his blood stained the carpet.
The air was filled with the thick smell of blood.
&Quot; ding! &Quot; the elevator door opened, and Chen Jing walked over quickly.
The door on the opposite side opened.
âCEO Lu ...â
âMiss!â
The two of them spoke at the same time, their eyes nervous.
One of them went straight for Lu He Yun, while the other held mo Zhi Yun. They nimbly took away the scissors in her hand and threw them far away.
&Quot; CEO Lu, CEO Lu ... &Quot; Chen Jing struggled to carry Lu He Yun. When she saw the wound on his chest, she pressed on the wound with one hand and took out her phone with the other. &Quot; Hello ... 120? â Someoneâs injured and needs first aid ... Heâs lost a lot of blood and is unconscious.â
âThe address is ...â
Chen Jingâs voice stopped, and she looked up at mo Zhiyun with a pleading expression ...
Mo Zhiyunâs voice was mechanical and cold. It was as if he was saying each word one by one. &Quot; Weiwu Road, Shangyuan, Block 1, unit 1601. &Quot;
Chen Jing immediately repeated to the person on the other end of the phone.
Cang Ming frowned and saw the scissors on the ground. He immediately said, â &Quot; miss, itâs too chaotic here. Go to my place first. &Quot;
Mo Zhiyun stood still.
Cang Ming half-carried her into his room and immediately came out to pick up the scissors on the ground. He first wiped off the fingerprints, then washed the bloodstains and even washed them with disinfectant.
Chen Jing took off her coat and tightly covered Lu He Yunâs wound. While anxiously waiting for the people from 120 to arrive, she watched as Cang Ming cleaned up all the traces of mo Zhi Yunâs crime in front of her.
&Quot; you donât have to be in such a hurry to clean up the crime scene. Whether or not President Lu is fine, he wonât pursue Madamâs responsibility. &Quot;
His voice was mixed with a bit of disdain, as if he was feeling indignant for Lu Heyun.
Cang Ming threw the scissors into the trash can and tidied it up along with the trash bag. When he passed her, he stopped for a second and said in a cold voice, â theyâve long divorced. &Quot;
As soon as he finished speaking, he walked out and threw the trash into the trash room.
Chen Jing was worried that Lu He Yun did not speak to him again. She looked at the pale man with worry in her eyes.
The ambulance came very quickly. Lu Heyun was soon carried away on a stretcher, and Chen Jing followed closely behind.
Cang Ming threw away the blood-stained carpet at the door and cleaned every corner of the house to make sure that not a single drop of blood was left.
The air was still filled with the smell of blood. He opened the window, sprayed some perfume, and then returned to his room.
Mo Zhiyun was still sitting on the sofa in a daze. The blood on her pale face had already dried up, and her blood-stained hands were trembling.
Cang Ming wrung a clean, wet towel and walked over to hand it to her.
Mo Zhiyunâs head was lowered, and he was like a puppet without a soul. He didnât react at all.
Cang Ming squatted down and carefully wiped the blood off her face with a towel.
It was as if the warm towel had warmed her cold skin. Her still eyelashes trembled.
Her dry lips quivered. &Quot; is he ... Dead? â
âI donât know,â Cang Ming answered honestly. He really didnât know.
Mo Zhiyun came back to his senses and looked up at him. &Quot; I didnât really want to kill him, â he said impatiently. &Quot; he took my hand and stabbed the scissors in himself ... Do you believe it? ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âI believe you,â &Quot; yes! &Quot; Cang Ming answered without thinking.
Mo Zhiyun was stunned for a second. &Quot; you believe that? â
Cang Ming nodded and wiped the blood off her hands with a towel. &Quot; miss doesnât lie. &Quot;
Mo Zhiyunâs heart was filled with warmth. She slowly lowered her head and asked, â will he die? â
âI wonât,â
âReally?â She didnât believe him. &Quot; but he lost a lot of blood, a lot of blood. It was hot when it splashed on my face, but it quickly became cold. Very cold ... &Quot;
She raised her hand to touch her face, but her hand was not clean.
Cang Ming grabbed her wrist in time, pulled it away, and continued to wipe it with a towel. &Quot; miss, do you believe me? â
Mo Zhiyun eagerly nodded. &Quot; I believe you. &Quot;
&Quot; I passed by him just now and took a look at his wound. The wound isnât deep, so it shouldnât have hurt his heart. Itâs probably his blood vessels that are bleeding non-stop. Heâll be fine as long as heâs treated in time. &Quot;
Afraid that she would still be worried, he added, â the nearest hospital is ten minutes away. Thereâs no traffic at this time, and thereâs no need to wait for the traffic lights for an ambulance. It wonât even take ten minutes. &Quot;
Mo Zhiyun believed his words, but his fingers were still trembling.
His entire body was trembling, like a frightened little animal.
Cang Ming knew that she was afraid. She didnât even dare to kill a cockroach. How could she not be afraid when a person almost died in front of her and lost so much blood?
âCangming, I didnât really want him to die.â Mo Zhiyunâs face was pale as she spoke. Her voice was no longer flustered and helpless, but rather powerless and sad. &Quot; even if I hate him. &Quot;