Yan Zheng doesn’t understand, a dying person! What future can she have?
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At the same time, Zhuo Jian received a call from Li Yuqing. After Li Yuqing said something, he asked her: "Do you believe me?"
"Xin! But Yuqing, she does have terminal cancer!"
Zhuo Jian knew that Li Yuqing would not lie, but Fu Yanye would not use that kind of thing to trick her into getting a divorce.
"Then the reason why she went to drink was because she gave up on herself?"
Li Yuqing stood in the living room of his apartment, suddenly very suspicious of that woman.
"Maybe!"
Zhuo Jian thought that there must be no other reason.
Ruxiang must have been careful about her diet for a long time. The doctor did not allow her to touch irritating things, so she may have secretly gone out to drink behind everyone's back.
In addition, her divorce from Fu Yanye was not finalized today.
After Zhuo Jian figured it out, he stopped bothering himself, hung up the phone with Li Yuqing, and then went to take a shower and go to bed.
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Someone knocked on her door very early the next morning. Zhuo Jian looked at the time and then went to open the door.
She only saw a tall and thin figure. Without saying anything, he just took a bucket and raised it towards her.
Zhuo Jian didn't see clearly, but reflexively ducked aside.
All the contents of the bucket fell to the ground, and some splashed onto her legs.
Then there was a pungent smell of paint, and Zhuo Jian looked at the visitor in disbelief.
Seeing that she failed, the man stepped forward to pin the bucket on her body.
When Zhuo Jian saw the silver barrel above his head, his vision went dark.
"ah!"
The man was suddenly kicked hard from behind, and he fell directly into the bucket of red paint that had just been poured on the ground.
Zhuo Jian pressed her heart, already pale with fear.
When she remembered that she had been saved, in the blink of an eye, the person who caught her eye made her breathe a sigh of relief unconsciously: "Fu Yanye!"
Fu Yanye walked up to her with a serious expression: "Are you injured?"
Zhuo Jian shook his head dully, he was already dizzy and couldn't see anything clearly.
However, the man got up quickly and ran out in a hurry.
Fu Yanye didn't chase her, he just looked at the floor in her room and frowned.
Zhuo Jian's heart was still beating like thunder. She didn't expect that he would come, let alone that one day she would be saved by him.
"How did you come?"
Zhuo Jian asked weakly.
Fu Yanye didn't reply to her, but just grabbed her hand: "It's not safe here, don't stay there yet!"
Zhuo Jian hadn't recovered yet. When he pulled her, she realized that her legs were weak and she was about to fall to the ground.
Fu Yanye turned to look at her and saw that her face was as pale as paper, and he immediately picked her up from the ground the next second.
The door was closed, and all the paint smell in the room was blocked.
But she was still shaken by the near-miss just now and couldn't calm down.
Zhuo Jian didn't know how someone could suddenly do something like this to her. She hadn't offended anyone during her return to China, and her colleagues were relatively harmonious. The more Zhuo Jian thought about it, the more afraid she became. Could it be that she was being raped by someone?
Targeted?
Fu Yanye took her to his house and carried her directly to the bedroom upstairs.
She stood leaning against the wall and watched numbly as he took a pair of pajamas from the cupboard and stuffed it into her, and said to her: "Go take a bath."
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and looked at him, a little confused.
“My whole body smells like paint!”
"..."
Zhuo Jian remembered his mysophobia and silently took his clothes and went to the bathroom. However, when he entered, he suddenly squatted on the ground, his whole body weak.
Who is it that persecuted her?
Zhuo Jian thought of the red paint in front of her eyes just now and the hatred on the man's face, and her heart beat harder and harder.