Quick Wear: A skilled hunter is numb from being kissed by his prey

Chapter 21: A Little Hard to Chase

After laughing for a few minutes, Yun Zhiyue continued to paint with her paintbrush, as if she just treated the story as a joke and laughed it off.

Yue Tong herself was not a very curious person, but she taught her how to paint seriously, and before they knew it, the museum was closing time.

The two of them packed up and closed the shop, planning to have dinner on the way.

Yue Tong said with a smile: "Are you and Nan Jing making good progress? I hope he won't show up again and mess up my slim chances. I'm not good at competing with others."

Yun Zhiyue suddenly said, "Lying. You are best at arguing with others. You usually do whatever it takes and only care about the result instead of the process."

Yue Tong was stunned, with a dark light in his eyes.

Tentatively, "Zhiyue, do you have some misunderstandings about me? I just... like you."

Yun Zhiyue smiled and said, "I was just joking, but you took it seriously. Let's go. The braised pork ribs there are really good. I want to have two servings."

Yue Tong looked at the laughing girl for a while, and made sure that there was nothing strange on her face, then he led his men towards the store.

I glanced at the corner on the way...

After dinner, it was already past six in the afternoon. Yue Tong wanted to send Yun Zhiyue home, but was rejected.

"It's okay. I won't bother you. I called my driver to eat. Yue Tong, don't bother with me. I won't like you."

Just because of that slight doubt in her heart, she would not let herself fall into it again.

Yue Tong said with disappointment on his face: "Zhiyue, you are really a clean and neat person, but there is nothing I can do. The more this happens, the more I don't want to let go."

"It's your right if you don't like me, but it's my right to like you, right?"

Yun Zhiyue said expressionlessly: "It's up to you."

Seeing a familiar car approaching, Yun Zhiyue walked to the side of the road and waited.

It was at this moment that Yue Tong shouted, "Zhi Yue, get out of the way!"

Yun Zhiyue didn't even react to what happened, Yue Tong hugged her tightly, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth onto his pure white shirt, blooming...

Sun Xiaoyue held a dagger in his hand, with a crazy look on his face: "Yun Zhiyue, you have ruined my life, go to hell, go to hell!"

There were constant cries of surprise from all around: "Oh my God, someone is being murdered!"

“Call the police! Call the police!”

"So much blood! Is that person... still alive?"

Soon the Yun family driver got out of the car, his face changed drastically and he kicked away Sun Xiaoyue who was looking for an opportunity to stab Yun Zhiyue.

The sirens of the police car and ambulance failed to bring Yun Zhiyue back to her senses.

She only felt the cold and painful confinement of her wrist, and her eyes were occupied by the white shirt with red plum blossoms blooming in it.

Nan Jing, Zhou Yu who had returned to Beijing some time ago, and Yun's parents all arrived at the hospital within a few minutes of each other.

Yun Zhiyue was seen with his clothes in disarray and stained with blood, sitting on the ground at the door of the emergency room with a dazed look on his face.

A group of doctors were trying to persuade him, but Yue Tong, who was obviously bleeding heavily, was holding on tightly.

Blood was still oozing from the corner of his mouth, but he held Yun Zhiyue's wrist firmly and refused to let go.

The doctor in surgical gown said anxiously, "My patient, you have lost too much blood. You need surgery as soon as possible. You can't delay it. It will cost lives. Come out and tell me what you have to say."

Although he had heard over the phone that Zhiyue was fine and Yuetong was stabbed twice, when he saw the state of the two, Yun's father staggered back.

He cheered up and said, "Yuetong, let go quickly. If you have anything to say, come out and tell me. Zhiyue is at the door and will not leave."

Yue Tong just shook his head slightly, and his clothes were soaked again. He said weakly but firmly: "I'm afraid... it's too late."

"Zhiyue, the time I spent at your house in high school was the happiest time of my life. Although I didn't like to talk, I was watching you every day."

"You grow towards the sun, but I... can only shrink in the dark, afraid of the light but unwilling to watch..."

Upon hearing this, Lan's mother choked up and said, "Child, have the surgery first, and we'll take care of the rest later." How are they going to repay the two life-saving favors?

Zhou Yu's heart skipped a beat when he heard that, and he immediately looked at Nan Jing, who had a cold expression on his face. It's bad!

Yue Tong grabbed Yun Zhiyue's wrist tightly, as if holding on to all his life.

"Zhiyue, if I... can still live, will you marry me? I promise to lead a life that is sunny and far away from the past. I will only... stay with you and try my best to become the person you like."

Zhou Yu took a deep breath. Nan Jing, ah, Nan Jing, you really met a love disaster...

[The strategy level is 90. It will be too much if it goes above that. Ahem... you have to be careful. Nan Jing's mood changes a lot...]

Yun Zhiyue ignored everyone's anxious expressions and said coldly, "You saved me twice. If both times were out of sincerity, then I, Yun Zhiyue, owe you."

“I can make any compensation, but this is not a reason for me to stab my boyfriend to repay you, Yuetong, I love Nanjing.”

【Strategy level 92! 】

Zhou Yu opened his eyes wide in surprise. This was a direction he had never expected.

The doctors and nurses around them all changed their expressions slightly, and looked at Yun Zhiyue with somewhat strange eyes.

Although I have a boyfriend, but... even if it's a white lie, what if it can encourage the patient's desire to live...

This ruthless rejection was undoubtedly extremely cold-blooded for the man who had saved her twice and whose life was on the line.

Yue Tong didn't seem to expect that even at this point, Yun Zhiyue hadn't wavered at all...

The pale smile raised an inexplicable smile: “Zhiyue…you always surprise me.”

His wrist loosened and Yue Tong fainted.

Upon seeing this, the doctor quickly pushed the man into the emergency room. Yun Zhiyue looked down at the black and blue marks on her wrists in a daze...

A big hand pressed on the wound to relieve the bruises. Nan Jing hugged her from behind and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Yun Zhiyue felt a pain in her nose and buried herself in Nan Jing's arms to calm herself down.

The contrast between Nan Jing and Yue Tong is really obvious.

She wasn't sure if Yue Tong was "him", but they looked very similar, and his injuries were real, but she felt that this was unusual...

Perhaps it was the doubts in her heart that made her vision biased. She felt that Yue Tong's so-called love was full of falsehood.

He would do whatever it takes to achieve his goal, even if the process was unbearable for her, or even if it hurt her unintentionally, "he" would turn a blind eye to it...

Or maybe it’s not that I can’t see it…but that I just don’t care enough.

Seeing the two children hugging each other, Father Yun made up his mind: "Xiaoying, Nanjing, while you are here, I have something to announce."

"As for Yue Tong, my Yun family owes him. I believe he will definitely stand firm and carry it through just like he did back then."

"When do you young people want to get engaged? As a father, I won't force you. It's up to you."

"Nan Jing is the heir of the Nan family, and he won't care whether the Yun family adds icing on the cake. Zhiyue has never been interested in the company."

"Then I plan to let Yue Tong manage the Yun Group and give him enough shares. Do you agree?"

Mother Lan was shocked. She was unwilling at first, but she opened her mouth, looked at the red light in the operating room, and swallowed the words back.

Nan Jing said calmly: "I just want Zhiyue."

Father Yun looked at his only daughter again.

Zhiyue lay in Nan Jing's arms and said in a muffled voice, "Dad has the final say."

Father Yun breathed a sigh of relief, as if a stone had been lifted from his heart.

I found a seat facing the door of the operating room and sat down, suppressing my anxiety and waiting.