Ren Chuqing suddenly lifted her hand, pushing Wen Muqing away and turning to leave the study.
But just as she opened the door of the study, her wrist was suddenly seized tightly by the other person, "What, can't take it anymore? Can't bear the loss of your golden goose, or can't stand to see Qin Jingzhi in destitution..."
"Pfft!"
Ren Chuqing suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, splattering onto Wen Muqing's face and collar, looking shockingly alarming.
Wen Muqing's body abruptly tensed, he lifted his hand, touching the warmth on his face.
In his palm was a deep, crimson color.
And the person before him also had fresh blood at the corners of her lips.
His blood felt as if it had coagulated, the beating of his heart seemed to be unnaturally distinct, and even now, he could clearly hear each thump of his own heart.
"What in the world is going on with you? Why are you vomiting so much blood?" he said, his gaze fixed on her intently.
