The moment the door opened, Lu Nanzhan strode straight to Song Qingxian, taking her hand in his. “Xianxian, are you alright?” His large palm moved to her lower abdomen. “How is our baby? Is everything okay?”
Seeing the worry and anxiety on his face, Song Qingxian unexpectedly felt a faint trace of guilt.
“Mr. Lu, I’m sorry. The baby is already gone,” the doctor said from the side.
A strange, blood-red glint flashed in Lu Nanzhan’s dark eyes, cold and ruthless, like a storm gathering within. His voice was icy, like a demon from hell. “What did you say?”
Song Qingxian noticed the number above his head change to 95.
She gently tugged at Lu Nanzhan’s sleeve, soothing him softly. “Azhan, don’t be angry. We can still have children in the future.”
His sinister expression actually eased slightly, and the number dropped to 92.
Song Qingxian let out a small breath of relief. Thank goodness.
Lu Nanzhan pulled her into his arms, stroking her hair. His voice was full of pain and remorse. “Xianxian, it’s my fault. I didn’t protect you and the baby. I deserve to die.”
Hearing his self-blaming anguish, Song Qingxian felt a sharp, dense pain in her chest. She wrapped her arms around his waist. “Azhan, it’s not your fault.”
His eyes turned red, and tears suddenly fell onto the back of her hand, warm and startling, sending ripples through her heart.
This was the second time she had seen him cry over the child. He must truly have wanted to become a father. Perhaps, to him, the child was the only remaining soft place in his heart.
She raised her hand to wipe his tears. “Azhan, don’t cry.”
Lu Nanzhan lowered his head and gently pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Then he lifted his gaze toward the doctor. The tenderness vanished instantly, replaced by cruel indifference and bone-chilling coldness.
His voice carried no emotion. “You can’t even keep a child alive. You shouldn’t be a doctor anymore.”
The doctor’s lips turned pale in an instant. She knew very well that Lu Nanzhan was someone she could never afford to offend, and he would not let this go easily.
After quickly weighing her options, she took out a ring Song Qingxian had given her earlier and handed it over. “Mr. Lu, this is what Miss Song gave me just now.”
Song Qingxian stared at her in shock. She had been betrayed like this? It was over.
A bad feeling rose in her heart. Was she going to die again?
Lu Nanzhan frowned as he took the ring. His expression darkened. This was a rare antique from an English royal auction, worth a fortune. He had specially ordered their initials engraved inside the band. It carried deep meaning. Yet she had casually given it away, like it was nothing. It was no different from trampling on his feelings.
“Why?” Lu Nanzhan looked at Song Qingxian, his gaze heavy. “Don’t you know what this ring means? Why did you give it to someone else?”
“I…” Song Qingxian truly did not know its background. It just looked valuable, and she had panicked, having nothing else worth giving.
In truth, the original novel did not describe much between Song Qingxian and Lu Nanzhan, so there were many things she, as someone from another world, simply did not know.
“Why?” Lu Nanzhan’s voice turned sharp.
“I’m sorry, Azhan.” Song Qingxian reached out, trying to take the ring back. “I’ll wear it again, okay?”
Lu Nanzhan moved his hand aside. In a graceful arc, the priceless ring was tossed straight into the trash bin.
“Since it was something you abandoned, there’s no need to keep it.”
“…”
Lu Nanzhan turned to the doctor. “Dr. Xu, tell me what happened.”
“Mr. Lu, Miss Song’s miscarriage actually happened half a month ago. She gave me this ring and asked me to help conceal it.”
Completely exposed, Song Qingxian went pale in an instant. She was done for.
Lu Nanzhan’s face was darker than ever before. His black eyes were filled with shock and pain. His low voice trembled slightly. “Xianxian… is it true? Why… why would you do this to me?”
The number above his head: 98.
Song Qingxian felt crushed by the oppressive aura around him. She could barely breathe.
A single thought echoed in her mind.
She was going to die.
“Why?!” Lu Nanzhan suddenly stepped forward and grabbed her throat tightly. His voice turned sharp and violent. “Do you hate me that much? You didn’t even spare our child.”
Her breathing was instantly cut off. Her face flushed red as her mind went blank. Instinctively, she clawed at his hand, making desperate, silent sounds of struggle.
Was she going to be strangled to death like this?
Just as she was about to give up, Lu Nanzhan suddenly released her.
She gasped for air, desperately inhaling.
A strange, cold smile curved on his lips. “Xianxian, didn’t you say you wouldn’t lie to me again?”
His fingers traced slowly along the red marks on her neck. “You’re still lying to me after all.”
Song Qingxian’s body had already gone numb with fear.
Forget it. She stopped struggling altogether. This run was ruined anyway. Might as well restart.
She said flatly, “Yes, I lied. Are you going to kill me?”
The number still remained at 98.
Lu Nanzhan’s eyes looked like a bottomless abyss. His hand tightened slightly around her neck again as a cold laugh slipped out.
“Heh. How could it be that easy?” His voice turned even darker. “Even if you die, you’ll have to watch Lu Chiyan die first.”
“Xianxian, it’s because of him, isn’t it? Because of him you hurt our child. I’ll make him pay for it.”
His logic was completely insane.
“What are you going to do? This has nothing to do with him.”
Lu Nanzhan’s gaze turned freezing cold. “Do you still care about him that much? Once I bring him back, we’ll watch together as Shuangye slowly eats him alive. How about that?”
Song Qingxian stared at him in terror, her body trembling uncontrollably. Lu Nanzhan gently stroked her hair.
“And then, you’ll be next.”
Her lips had turned completely pale. He was going to feed her to a wolf? He was insane.
His hand was cold as it moved across her skin. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll come to keep you company soon.”
There was no saving him. A complete, deranged psychopath.
No! Even if she was going to die, she would choose a quicker way.
This was the fourteenth floor. Jumping would leave no chance of survival.
Without hesitation, Song Qingxian suddenly shoved Lu Nanzhan away and rushed to the window.
She jumped.
“Xianxian!” Lu Nanzhan’s eyes widened in shock as he tried to grab her, but only caught the edge of her clothing as it slipped through his fingers.
A faint, relieved smile appeared on Song Qingxian’s face.
This was better than being tortured to death.
The number above Lu Nanzhan’s head turned to 100.
Without hesitation, he jumped after her.
Xianxian… What meaning is there in living alone in this world?
Wait for me.
In this life, the next life, and every lifetime after, you will never escape me.