As she spoke, the tip of the knife sank a bit more, and a trickle of blood seeped out of the womanâs chest.
Ji Shitingâs pupils contracted. He couldnât take it anymore, rushed to the woman and grabbed her wrist!
However, the woman seemed to have become stronger, and she was afraid that she would hurt herself. Although Ji Shiting pulled her wrist away, he couldnât take her knife away immediately.
âLet go,â he yelled.
âNo.â The woman scoffed, and continued to use strength.
Ji Shiting looked solemn. He had countless ways to subdue her, but they could all hurt her.
The womanâs eyes glinted in the next second. She suddenly turned the knife in the same direction as the man but it was too late for Ji Shiting to notice.
The knife stabbed into his chest.
Ji Shiting groaned and grabbed her wrist. âShengge!â
Blood was already seeping out of his chest, and the womanâs pupils dilated with excitement. She continued to push the fruit knife forward, but she was dazed when she heard the man call out with emotion.
The womanâs expression changed, and the child-like expression disappeared from her face.
She relaxed her grip, but she was still holding the knife. She then looked up and saw the manâs pale face.
Ye Shengge let go of the handle of the knife, looking shocked and confused. She thought she was dreaming.
Ji Shiting stumbled and leaned against the wall, trying to balance himself.
âShengge.â He called the womanâs name, still smiling. âDonât be afraid. Listen to me. Call Qiao Yanze and Sun Ye immediately and ask them to bring the doctor here. Tell them youâre sick... Donât let the servants of the villa in, do you hear me?â
âShiting?â Ye Shengge started to tremble. âWhat happened? What happened to me? Itâs me...â
âItâs not you. Listen, it has nothing to do with you, okay?â Ji Shiting reached out to him and smiled. âCome here.â
Ye Shengge couldnât help grabbing the manâs hand. Seeing the blood flowing out of his chest and the fruit knife in her hand, she couldnât help tearing up.
Was this a dream? She should definitely be dreaming!
âListen to me.â The manâs voice was broken, but his tone was firm. He grabbed her hand as if he was trying to pass his strength to her. âIâll be fine. What you need to do now is to make a phone call. The password is... Donât let the servant know that Iâm the one hurt. Got it?â
He couldnât help coughing as his face paled.
Ye Shengge couldnât say anything. Her mind was still in a mess, but she realized that she wasnât dreaming. She had to send that man to the hospital as soon as possible.
She kept nodding and said, âOkay, okay... Shiting, wait for me. Hang in there...â
She then rushed to the head of the bed, picked up Ji Shitingâs phone, and stumbled back to the man. She opened her contacts and called Sun Ye.