Qin Shaojin exerted even more force, the malice in his eyes growing stronger, feeling an intense urge to strangle her.
"Third... Third Brother..."
Shu ngng’s eyes were brimming with tears as she stared at Qin Shaojin, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her voice grew quieter and quieter, gradually only able to make "uh-uh~" sounds. Her face turned increasingly pale, with a hint of bluish tint, and she clung desperately to Qin Shaojin’s arm. The veins on the back of her hands bulged prominently from the strain.
Qin Shaonan stood aside watching; judging by her appearance, Shu ngng wouldn’t speak even in death.
He lit a cigarette, took a drag, and as he noticed the gazes from around them, his eyes grew colder.
Soone wanted to take a picture but was quickly deterred by his excessively icy glare and left.
Qin Shaonan extinguished the cigarette and glanced at Shu ngng.
Shu ngng’s eyes were fixated on Qin Shaojin, her pupils dilated in circles.
Qin Shaonan looked towards Qin Shaojin and said in a low voice, "Let her go first, there’s no use in strangling her to death like this."
Qin Shaojin’s seductive eyes squinted dangerously, filled with intense anger. After looking at Shu ngng for a while, he suddenly let go, pushing away Shu ngng’s hands that were holding on to him.
Suddenly losing support, Shu ngng fell limply onto the floor tiles, lying there with her black hair spread out around her white clothing, like a broken rag doll.
Qin Shaojin stood there, lit a cigarette, took a harsh drag, and anxiously fiddled with the buttons of his suit with his beautiful long fingers.
Beside him, Qin Shaonan glanced around, his gaze falling on Shu ngng, who had collapsed on the ground, and looked down at her.
After a while, Shu ngng recovered, struggled to get up, looked at Qin Shaojin, felt the burning pain in her neck, touched the painful spot with her hand, and burst into tears, "Third Brother, you..."
Qin Shaojin grabbed her wrist tightly.
Shu ngng felt as if her wrist was about to break, "Third Brother, it hurts..."
Qin Shaojin seed not to hear her, rudely dragging her to the inpatient area.
Shu ngng felt herself being dragged along, feeling both sad and upset, crying even more fiercely than before.
Qin Shaojin stood in the corridor of the VIP ward and called Shen Mubai.
In less than ten minutes, Shen Mubai arrived quickly, took one look at Shu ngng, frowned, adjusted his glasses, and looked at Qin Shaojin.
Qin Shaojin said, "A completely isolated ward, find a reliable nurse."
Shen Mubai looked at the tearful Shu ngng again, stood there, and made a phone call.
Soon, a nurse arrived and opened the ward door.
Qin Shaojin dragged Shu ngng inside and spoke coldly, "Isn’t your illness cured? Then stay here until it is completely cured before you go out."
Shu ngng looked up, her eyes filled with a desolate look as she looked at Qin Shaojin, her tears making her eyes look like they’re soaking in water.
Was Wen Nuan that important to him?
If he acted indifferent, maybe she could still tell him!
But with him caring so much, she would rather die than tell him!
"Third... Third Brother..."
Qin Shaojin found her phone on her and took it, then looked at the nurse beside them, "Don’t let her step out of the ward, and don’t let her contact anyone."
As soon as he finished speaking, he slamd the door shut heavily.
Listening to the violent echo, Shu ngng sat there, covering her face, and cried profusely.
Qin Shaojin left the ward, stood there, and called Zhao Wu, "Co over here and keep an eye on Shu ngng."
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