“What are you doing?”
Song Qingxian looked at the bloody scene in front of her in disbelief, her vision feeling slightly unsteady.
But no one paid attention to her. No one here dared to casually speak to Song Qingxian.
“Miss Song, go quickly, why did you come back?” Fang Cheng forced out the words through gritted teeth.
Seeing the man covered in blood, Song Qingxian’s expression shifted. This must be Fang Cheng from the novel who once helped her escape. She remembered that in her previous life, Lu Nanzhan had said Fang Cheng was thrown to the wolves.
No, he couldn’t die. How could she allow an innocent person to be harmed because of her?
“Let him go,” Song Qingxian said firmly.
“Go inform Mr. Lu, Miss Song has returned,” the leading black-clad bodyguard ordered.
“I told you to let him go. Didn’t you hear me? He’s going to die!”
They still ignored her and continued dragging Fang Cheng away.
Song Qingxian grew furious. She stepped forward and pushed one of the bodyguards. “Didn’t you hear what I said?!”
In terms of height and strength, Song Qingxian was no match for them, but the bodyguards did not dare to retaliate against her. At the same time, they also could not disobey Lu Nanzhan’s orders, so they were forced into a stalemate.
At that moment, Lu Nanzhan, who had been in the study, rushed down as soon as he heard she had returned. He ran into the courtyard and pulled Song Qingxian straight into his arms.
His strength was overwhelming, holding her tightly as if he wanted to fuse her into his very bones and blood. Song Qingxian could barely breathe.
The number above his head read 90.
She coughed twice and softly called his name, “Azhan…”
Lu Nanzhan, almost frantically, growled in her ear over and over again, “Xianxian, you can’t escape.”
“Xianxian, you can’t escape.”
“You can’t escape.”
A faint fear crept into Song Qingxian’s heart. She forced herself to stay calm, to not show fear in front of him.
She gently patted his back. “I didn’t run away. I won’t run away, Azhan.”
Lu Nanzhan, greedy and insatiable, caressed her delicate face. His eyes were filled with a pathological possessiveness. “Xianxian, don’t try to escape. Without you, I would die.”
Seeing his almost crazed state, Song Qingxian paused for a moment, then lifted his hand and kissed it softly.
“Azhan, I won’t let you die.”
The number above his head began to drop.
The warmth of her lips on his hand made Lu Nanzhan’s eyes flash with surprise. It was as if he had been struck by unexpected joy. This was the first time Xianxian had taken the initiative to gently kiss him.
He intertwined his long, elegant fingers with her slender ones. “Xianxian, where did you run off to? I missed you so much I was going mad.”
He pressed her hand against his chest. “When you weren’t here, it felt like this place stopped beating.”
“I didn’t run away,” Song Qingxian thought quickly. She absolutely couldn’t admit she had escaped, otherwise with Lu Nanzhan’s nature, he would lock her up again with handcuffs.
“Didn’t run away?” Lu Nanzhan stared at her deeply, as if trying to see through her completely.
“If I had run away, why would I come back?” Song Qingxian’s heart pounded violently as she continued, “Azhan, I can’t let you go.”
Those words struck Lu Nanzhan perfectly. A surge of joy and satisfaction spread through him. For the first time, his cold and numb heart felt a trace of warmth. His Xianxian said she couldn’t let him go.
The number above his head dropped to 70. It seemed he really was easy to calm down.
Lu Nanzhan lowered his head, trying to kiss her, but Song Qingxian instinctively turned her face away. His gaze darkened slightly.
“Xianxian…”
She had no mood for intimacy right now. There were bodyguards around them, and Fang Cheng, who was still lying on the ground covered in blood, life and death uncertain.
Her gaze shifted toward Fang Cheng. “Azhan, he…”
Lu Nanzhan’s expression turned cold. “Didn’t I tell you to throw him to Shuangye? What are you still standing there for?” The sight of blood would only dirty Xianxian’s eyes.
The bodyguards did not dare explain that it was Song Qingxian who had stopped them. They silently lifted Fang Cheng again, who had already lost consciousness from excessive blood loss.
“No!” Song Qingxian shouted urgently.
“‘No’?” Lu Nanzhan held her tighter, his voice gentle but laced with frost. “Xianxian, he deserves to die.”
“Azhan,” Song Qingxian hugged his waist, her tone soft and coaxing, “it’s not his fault. I was the one who asked him to help me.”
“Then he deserves to die even more.” Lu Nanzhan gently stroked her hair. “He said he felt sorry for you. He dared to covet you. Shouldn’t he die?”
His gentle touch made Song Qingxian shiver uncontrollably.
“Azhan, this is a human life.”
“So what?” Lu Nanzhan curved his lips into a cold, bloodthirsty smile. “Xianxian, apart from you, I don’t care about anyone else’s life.” Not even my own.
“You can’t do this…” Song Qingxian tried to reason with him.
But he cut her off sharply. His arm around her waist suddenly tightened, and the atmosphere around them turned icy.
“Xianxian, you’re lying to me again, aren’t you? You didn’t come back because of me. You came back because you can’t let go of him, right?”
His emotions grew more and more unstable, until he was practically shouting. “You’re worried about him dying, aren’t you? Do you like him? Do you? Do you?!”
Song Qingxian was startled. The number above his head shot back up to 90 again. She sighed inwardly. Truly a difficult man to deal with, unpredictable and volatile.
She grabbed his arm, trying to calm him. “No, I don’t.”
Lu Nanzhan’s lips curved into a strange, sorrowful smile. “Right… Why would I believe you? You hate me so much you probably want me dead. How could you ever not let go of him? You like Lu Chiyan, you like Fang Cheng… why can’t you like me just a little?”
Song Qingxian was nearly losing her patience. Lu Nanzhan was completely unreasonable. “I said I don’t! And how can you just throw people to the wolves? Do you even have humanity?”
A dark glint flashed in his eyes. “Xianxian, you think I don’t have humanity?”
“You…” She stopped herself halfway. Then she forced herself to change the topic. “Send him to the hospital first. If not, he’ll really die. You can’t treat lives like this.”
But her words only further provoked Lu Nanzhan.
He would never allow her to care about anyone else.
“Xianxian, let’s go watch a show together.”
“What show?”
“Let’s see how Shuangye devours him,” Lu Nanzhan whispered near her ear. “Let’s see what happens to those who betray me.”
His warm breath brushed against her ear, but Song Qingxian felt only bone-deep coldness spreading through her body.
At that moment, she also felt like running away.