"Yes, I am very stubborn. But… I can't help it. When Tang Wanxing falls in love with someone, it's for a lifetime."
Tang Wanxing pressed the dagger against her wrist. The sharp blade cut through the skin, drawing out a trickle of blood.
Although there wasn't much blood, it was particularly striking against her fair wrist.
Qing Muye's brows furrowed, his dark eyes narrowed. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "Feelings aren't something you can force. Buying or selling." With that, he withdrew his gaze and walked out the door.
Leaving behind two words.
"Take care."
He said, "Take care!"
No further words, just that cold indifference.
Tang Wanxing was utterly disappointed. "Ye? Qing Muye? Qing Muye, come back?" she called out a few times, but there was no response from outside. Unwilling, Tang Wanxing took a few steps towards the living room doorway. Standing at the entrance, she watched the man waiting by the elevator and fiercely cut her wrist.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, a cry of agony echoed through the hallway.
Qing Muye turned his head at the sound and saw the dagger fall from Tang Wanxing's hand. From a distance, Qing Muye clearly saw the white sleeve of her hand being stained red at a visible speed.
It all happened in an instant.
Sensing the seriousness of the situation, Qing Muye's expression darkened. He immediately ran to Tang Wanxing's side. Seeing her pale face, leaning against the doorframe and sliding weakly to the ground, he berated her, "Are you trying to die?!"
She was truly mad.
He had thought Tang Wanxing was just trying to scare him, but he never expected her to be so extreme, so outrageously extreme.
Tang Wanxing sat on the ground, leaning powerlessly against the wall, her hand hanging limp. Feeling the blood continuously seeping from her wrist, a smile bloomed on her pale face. "So… you still care about me…"
Although she was smiling, her extreme paleness made her look even more eerily frightening.
Qing Muye ignored Tang Wanxing, pulled off his tie, and used it to bandage the area on her wrist closer to her heart. Then he rushed to the bathroom for a towel to staunch the bleeding wound.
The wound was ghastly, with the skin on both sides peeling outwards. Scarlet blood gushed out like a fountain.
Even with Qing Muye bandaging her wound with a towel, the white towel was quickly dyed a glaring crimson.
"Pull yourself together. I'm taking you to the hospital."
Qing Muye disregarded everything else, bent down, picked up Tang Wanxing, and strode to the elevator.
The elevator arrived just then. He stepped in.
"Ye, it feels so comfortable in your arms…"
Tang Wanxing was weak all over, her head feeling a bit fuzzy. Leaning against his chest, this scene was like returning to a few years ago, where everything had been so beautiful.
Although Qing Muye was annoyed, he couldn't lash out.
Ding—
The elevator doors opened, and he hurried out.
The hotel lobby manager's face turned pale with fright at the sight. He quickly stepped forward to ask, "What happened? What's going on?"
"Her wrist is injured, she's bleeding heavily. The car keys are in my pocket. Hurry, drive her to the hospital."
Qing Muye commanded.
Upon seeing the man before him, who was imposing and had an extraordinary aura, with a hint of the ruthlessness of a superior, the lobby manager immediately nodded. "Oh, yes, yes, yes."
Walking to Qing Muye's side, he reached into his pocket, took out the keys, and hurried to the plaza outside to find Qing Muye's car and drive it over.
Qing Muye, holding Tang Wanxing, got into the car and headed for the hospital.
In the car, Qing Muye contacted a nearby hospital, asked them to wait at the hospital entrance, and described Tang Wanxing's condition.
The lobby manager drove with full concentration, occasionally glancing at the man behind him in the rearview mirror. He found him somewhat familiar, resembling the once immensely popular business genius, Qing Muye.