PFC Chapter 538: Jealousy?
Chapter 538: Jealousy?
Chu Ziyu suddenly rushed over and hugged Lin Ci'an's arm. The boy's warm body temperature came through the wet shirt, causing Lin Ci'an to pause.
"Don't..." Chu Ziyu raised her face, water drops rolling down her eyelashes, "It's not worth it."
This sentence was like a bucket of cold water poured on Lin Ci'an's head. In the ward of the previous life, the scene of Chu Ziyu kneeling beside the bed and saying "not worth it" overlapped with this moment.
He suddenly shook off Chu Ziyu's hand: "It's not your turn to persuade me!"
The young man was pushed and fell onto the broken glass. He groaned and blood immediately oozed from his palms.
Lin Ci'an's heart ached violently, but he forced himself to look away.
Guo Mingjie staggered to his feet, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.
He rubbed the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, leaving a glaring blood mark, and suddenly grinned: "This is wonderful."
He tilted his head and clapped slowly, the applause sounding particularly harsh in the silent room.
His eyebrows were raised exaggeratedly, but there was a cold fire burning in his eyes: "The wife and the mistress - are they jealous of me?" The ending tone was deliberately drawn out, as sticky as a venomous snake spitting out its tongue.
"Jealous?"
Lin Ci'an sneered and pulled out his phone from his suit pocket with his slender fingers. The cold light from the screen reflected on his sharp features, "Take a look at this."
On the screen was an encrypted document - evidence of Guo Group's financial fraud over the past three years.
Guo Mingjie glanced at the screen nonchalantly, and suddenly his pupils shrank - veins in his neck bulged, and his relaxed expression just now collapsed in an instant.
He stretched out his hand to grab the phone, but Lin Ci'an dodged it sideways. His outstretched arm froze in mid-air, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably: "How could you--"
“Now,” Lin Ci’an’s voice was as cold as ice, “get out. Don’t force me to break up with you.”
At the moment the door was slammed with a deafening bang, Guo Mingjie's final expression was frozen in a twisted and hideous look - his jaw muscles were taut and stiff, and bloodshot appeared on the whites of his eyes, as if he was going to stare a hole through the door.
The sound of the vase in the corridor breaking when he kicked it over, mixed with the increasingly rapid breathing in the room, vibrated in the air for a long time.
When the door slammed shut, the only sound left in the room was the suppressed breathing.
Chu Ziyu was still kneeling in the broken glass, blood dripping from his fingertips, spreading into dark red flowers on the beige carpet.
Lin Ci'an looked down at him, his chest heaving violently.
The young man's pale neck drooped, revealing a slender spine, like a dying swan.
"Get up," he said stiffly.
Chu Ziyu didn't move, but just shook his head gently: "Mr. Lin shouldn't have come."
This sentence completely ignited Lin Ci'an's anger.
He pulled Chu Ziyu up and pressed him against the wall, his injured palm leaving blood marks on the wallpaper.
"Shouldn't have come?" He gritted his teeth, "Watching you being -"
The words got stuck on the tip of my tongue.
"I was not angry about my husband's cheating, but I was worried about the mistress's innocence."
Chu Ziyu suddenly smiled, and the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye looked as charming as blood under the light: "Mr. Lin, are you worried about me?"
This smile is so familiar.
In his previous life, every time Chu Ziyu came to the ward, he would smile at him like this, and then secretly replace the inferior medicine prepared by Guo Mingjie.
Lin Ci'an put his palm on his cold cheek: "Chu Ziyu, what on earth are you——"
Before he could finish his words, the door was suddenly kicked open.
Guo Mingjie rushed in with the hotel security, pointed at Lin Ci'an and shouted: "It's him! He broke into the guest room and injured people!"