C29 (1/2)

”Wh …” ”What?” Yu Yifei stuck her head out of Song Qiting's embrace in shock, ”Then how is she right now?”

she asked nervously.

Yi Fei, her grandmother has passed away. You were her best friend in the past, let her go.

Song Qiting lamented.

From the mouse incident at home to the accident and Tang Zhen's attempted murder, all of these things were common to Yu Yifei.

He was not an idiot, and even more so, he did not believe that there were so many coincidences in this world.

All of this was only because he was weak, and he did not want to see the white moonlight in his heart tainted by a little dirt.

He wiped the last tear from the corner of Yu Yifei's eyes, then threw down the words ”you should rest well” and left the hospital.

”Tang Zhen, why didn't you die?!”

Yu Yifei was left alone in the ward, she clenched her teeth and growled, and the blanket in her hands was almost torn to pieces by her.

She tried her best to move her body and fiercely pressed a number on the plane.

”I want Tang Zhen dead!”

Yu Yifei roared into the phone.

When Song Qiting returned home, he was already asleep.

”Young Master.”

The butler stood respectfully behind him and received the suit. Dinner was served.

”Has she had dinner?”

Song Qiting shot a glance upstairs with his eyes. Even he himself did not know why he had come back without caring about anything else.

”Miss Tang has already eaten, and she has also eaten medicine on time. Even the doctors who treated her were very cooperative.”

The butler reported Tang Zhen's performance to the whole.

Song Qiting nodded his head slightly as his heart suddenly felt a lot better. If she had restrained her hostility earlier, she wouldn't have caused him to look like this.

After a simple meal, he returned to his room, but Tang Zhen disappeared from his bed and fiercely slammed the door.

Without even thinking, he knew where Tang Zhen had gone to. He quickly turned around and with a ”bang”, he kicked away her original door.

”Tang Zhen, you're so disgusted just by sleeping with me?”

He directly knelt on one knee by the side of the bed, and used both of his hands to grip onto Tang Zhen's shoulders tightly like a pair of steel pincers.

Tang Zhen was startled awake by the loud sound, she looked at the demonic Song Qiting in front of her, and instantly rolled her eyes.

”Look at me, speak!”

Song Qiting scolded Tang Zhen in anger, what he could not stand was Tang Zhen's treatment. She had chased after him relentlessly before, but now, she was indifferent to it.

What did she want Song Qiting to do? A doll?

”Yes, I don't want to see you at all.”

Tang Zhen turned his head, his tone was filled with an emotion he never had before.

”You … Are you not afraid of me anymore? ”

Song Qiting stared blankly at Tang Zhen. Her eyes clearly told herself that not only was Tang Zhen no longer afraid of him, even a hint of emotion had disappeared from her eyes.

”I'm not even afraid of death, what is there to be afraid of?”

Tang Zhen looked at Song Qiting in ridicule, she was not afraid that Song Qiting would do anything to her, it was just an empty shell, as long as she did not die, those were just external things to her.

”You!”

This was the first time Song Qiting suffered a loss. He glared at Tang Zhen angrily, and the corners of his eyes flickered incessantly in surprise.

”Mr. Song, have you had enough trouble? ”If Mr. Song doesn't want the news of Mrs. Song's bizarre death to spread tomorrow morning, please close the door when you go out.”

After Tang Zhen finished speaking, he nonchalantly pulled up the blanket, covered himself, and turned around to sleep. He did not care in the slightest whether Song Qiting was truly angry or not.

However, if Song Qiting was really that easy to deal with, he would not have pestered her for so long.

Song Qiting slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and then lifted up the blanket to lie down beside Tang Zhen.