Mu Zi felt like this did not make sense.
She had just fallen into the water. Even if she were to die, it would not happen so quickly!
However, resurrecting the dead in itself was not something that was in line with scientific logic. Mu Zi could not help but wonder. Could it be that a higher power discovered that she, who's predestined lifespan had ended, was still alive, and secretly came to collect her soul?
She really could not accept that she had died so quickly!
Someone jumped into the water to save her.
Everything looked familiar.
It was like playing back a videotape. The only difference was that this time, it was in the Mu family's garden instead of the yacht.
After becoming a ghost, the whole world became dark and monochrome, and everything lost its luster.
Those who were still living became blurred in a ghost's vision.
Even if she had gotten close, their facial features were still hazy. It was like… Fog in human form.
She could only distinguish the identity of these people by their clothes and voices.
The one wearing the branded dress was Mu Ling. The one who called for help with the intercom was the security guard. The ones who gathered to whisper were the servants...
As for the person kneeling on the ground and giving her CPR, he should be Mu Rongcheng.
...Wait!
CPR?
—CPR!!!
…
After Mu Zi had been rescued, Mu Rongcheng immediately helped clear the mud and debris in her oral and nasal cavity and performed first aid.
However, Mu Zi's nose and mouth were very clean. She only vomited a small amount of water too.
A security guard with rescue experience pressed his fingers on Mu Zi's neck and found that her carotid pulse had stopped.
"Ms. Mu Zi is dead!"
The crowd was in an uproar. Everyone immediately looked at Mu Ling.
—Mu Ling killed Mu Zi.
Everyone thought the same thing.
"That's impossible!" Mu Ling was pale. She screamed uncontrollably. "That can't be! It's only been two minutes. She can't be dead! It's impossible!!!"
In fact, Mu Ling was right.
Not long after Mu Zi had fallen into the water, Mu Rongcheng had jumped in to save her. She had only stayed submerged for less than two minutes.
However, now that Mu Zi was dead, whatever Mu Ling said did not matter!
Someone in the crowd whispered in a soft voice, "Should we call the police?"
Mu Ling suddenly collapsed!
"No… It wasn't me. I didn't kill her. I didn't… I didn't kill her!"
She staggered back, unable to handle the eyes of the crowd, and ran away in a panic!
No one chased her, but she continued to run! She stumbled and tripped along the way as if she was being chased by evil spirits!
At the same time, Mu Rongcheng was still performing CPR and mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on Mu Zi.
The security guard looked at him sympathetically. "Fourth young master, Ms. Mu Zi is already…"
Mu Rongcheng did not seem to have heard him. He picked Mu Zi up and hurried forward.
"Prepare the car! We're going to the hospital!"
Everyone looked at each other—
What was the use of going to the hospital? Her pulse had stopped. Ms. Mu Zi was clearly dead!
Mu Rongcheng held Mu Zi in his arms and called Wang Zhan after getting into the car. "Have you gotten the people from Boss Jia? I want to see them now! It doesn't matter how far they are. Bring them to Green Lake City!"
…
Mu Zi opened her eyes and saw a white ceiling, blue medical scrubs, and a transparent IV bag tagged with a label.
...Well, she was in the hospital again.
Ever since she had discovered that she became a ghost, she had always wanted to return to her body.
She had tried countless times and failed countless times. Her body and soul were like two magnets opposing each other. No matter how hard she had tried, she could not go back.
Occasionally, there would be a strange suction force, but it never lasted long. She would go in happily but end up inexplicably rejected again.
This feeling of wanting to live but not being able to was really upsetting!
Finally, the suction force seemed to have grown stronger, and then she lost consciousness...
Mu Zi shot up and saw Mu Rongcheng staring closely at her beside the hospital bed.
He was soaked to the skin and his wet hair draped over his forehead. Compared to his usual aloofness, he looked somewhat miserable.
Mu Zi could not help but sigh. This man was too beautiful. Even if his body was wet and dirty, one would only feel that his muscles were strong and his thin lips were sexy. He was so handsome that there was no trace of sloppiness at all.
Recalling that those very lips had given her CPR...
Mu Zi felt very uncomfortable and said expressionlessly, "Brother, go and change your clothes. You'll catch a cold…"