Fu Xi covered his chest and his breaths turned harsh.
When she needed him the most he...
The man recalled Linlang's indifferent attitude and his heart was clogged. It was all his fault. He let her fall into such a dangerous situation!
If his cellphone wasn't turned off, he would have surely received her call!
Fu Xi's body felt cold all over.
That's right, if only Yan Lu hadn't dropped his phone.
Yang Lu had always been reckless so he never took it seriously.
He didn't want to think any further. Just after his close friend betrayed him and fell in love with his sister-in-law, his endearing disciple turns out to be deceiving him as well!
"Then why didn't you look for me?"
Fu Xi suddenly noticed another matter. Since Xie Yaohua secretly took this photo, it meant that he was also there at the time. He could have just told him!
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The man with a somewhat juvenile face tilted his head but spoke with wickedness. "Since you had someone in your arms, would you care about Linlang's life or death? What was wrong with snatching her away?"
"You asshole!"
Fu Xi's patience has reached its limit. When he recalled how much trust he placed on him to take care of Linlang, he felt like a joke!
This little bastard's been interested in her for a long time!
The veins on his forehead suddenly twitched, and like an angered T. rex, he raised his fist and connected it with Xie Yaohua's handsome face.
"Pei!" The youth spat out a mouthful of blood, but he wasn't afraid of provoking him further. "I forgot to tell you. I also took advantage of her amnesia and said I was her boyfriend.
"I know everything about her; her preferences, tastes, aesthetics.
"Aren't I more qualified than her real boyfriend who's ambiguous with his secretary?
"Oh, right, she's got a beautiful cinnabar mole on the back of her ear.
"She likes it when I stroke her hair and says it makes her feel treasured."
Xie Yaohua laughed willfully, and there seemed to be a spark in his eyes. "Stupid, so stupid. How can it be a misconception? I'm willing to spoil her a thousand times better than you, love her, treat her like a queen—like a princess where I'd be her one and only subject.
"Boss, you don't deserve her."
Peng——
There was a sound of pulverized flesh.
The man squeezed his neck. He was unfeeling and full of contempt as he vented his anger on the man and lost himself to the darkness. Perhaps even the devil would have been frightened by the man's current appearance.
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Xie Yaohua's face was covered in blood flowing from his temples, yet he was still smiling. Looking past the man, he let out a soft chuckle. "Boss, do you really think you've won?"
Fu Xi's body stiffened.
The woman was standing behind him and her cold eyes gazed at him as if she was looking at a heartless butcher whose hands were covered with disgusting blood.
After getting back together with Linlang, Fu Xi had taken extra care to play the role of a perfect lover. He was afraid she would reject him and hate his unscrupulous ways.
Every man wants to maintain a clean image in front of his beloved to them feel they had chosen a reliable and healthy partner, one who'd shelter them from wind and rain as well as be a good husband and father.
But Fu Xi knew he was not that kind of perfect person.
A bloodthirsty current ran in his blood.
Feeling self-conscious about this, Fu Xi was increasingly refined and courteous towards her, forcing himself to become the most cultured gentleman. But she now saw the worst side of his character.
Only then did Fu Xi realize—he was tricked.
Xie Yaohua deliberately disguised himself as a pure and harmless lamb then provoked him so Linlang could witness his violence.
"Fu Xi, are you going to beat him to death?"
The woman asked in a very light manner. The peacock-blue dress lined her skin that looked so pallid, it was like she was recovering from a serious illness. Her lips were a glistening blood red, and it unexpectedly brought to mind the vague notion of a calamitous beauty.
The fascinated Fu Xi subconsciously released him.
"Have, have you recovered your memories?" Xie Yaohua's voice was hoarse.
He could tell at a glance. Her countenance showed a light that could draw people in, like a demon who could overthrow all beings. Her naïve disposition had disappeared without a trace.
Xie Yaohua thought he should be remorseful because this meant that everything he did was all for nothing. But how could it be that looking at her sardonic smile, he felt as if his soul had been drawn in and there was no way to recover it back?
He was head over heels and it threw his mind in disarray.
Xie Yaohua thought to himself, he couldn't imagine ever breaking away from this sinking feeling for the rest of his life.
"I've called an ambulance. Fu Xi, carry him up."
Linlang wasn't polite about ordering him about, but the man was willing despite having wanted to kill him moments before.
In the ambulance, the medic was placing a simple hemostasis dressing on Xie Yaohua. Fu Xi sat next to Linlang and after hesitating, he reached out to hold her hand.
She narrowed her eyes at him and pulled away.
Sure enough, she hadn't forgiven him.
Xie Yaohua raised his listless hand. He looked at her from the side and his eyes had a hint of pleading in them.
The woman's long eyelashes trembled for a moment before extending her hand as well.
Even though the whole body was wracked with pain, the man exerted all his strength to show his beloved a hearty smile. It was as if he had obtained the whole world at that moment.
The light in Fu Xi's eyes gradually dimmed.
His face was pale, but it couldn't compare to the seriously injured patient.
His heart ached from the regret.
This was all thanks to his innocent and cute disciple.
Linlang supported her chin with one hand. Now that the male match's heart had been softened to the point that he was willing to arbitrarily injure himself for her, she'd be remiss in not complying with her identity as a malicious female match.
So how about operating on the female lead?
Her rose-tinted lips curved into a charming crescent moon.
The final banquet had just begun.