Two people bore wounds, yet they fought with increasing ferocity, as if desperate to vent their hatred and jealousy.
It was a fight to the death.
Wei Jingzhou had never hated anyone so much. He wished he could chop off Bai Bo’s hand! He wished he could smash his head in! Then mince his flesh and feed it to dogs!
He wanted to repay the harm inflicted upon Shen Yue a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred million times over!
Shen Yue was his. She belonged to him alone, and only to him!
Bai Bo harbored the same hatred. He had treated the other man as a brother, but the other man had treated him like a fool! Openly snatching the woman he loved, even flaunting her in front of him!
Why didn't a man like him just die?
Wei Jingzhou and Bai Bo were like rabid wild dogs, each wanting to tear a piece of flesh from the other, unleashing a terrifying ferocity in their bone-jarring blows.
They had lost all reason. The VIP presidential suite looked as if it had been ransacked, with most things either broken or shattered.
When it came to fighting, Wei Jingzhou ultimately had the upper hand. Bai Bo gritted his teeth and fought back, refusing to be outmatched. Though at a disadvantage, his attacks remained vicious.
Wei Jingzhou’s blood seemed to surge to his head, his brain aching and swollen. His eyes were so red they seemed about to bleed. His chest was filled with surging fury and pent-up frustration, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Yet, even if he beat the man before him to death, he still wouldn't be able to vent it all.
He grabbed Bai Bo by the throat and landed punch after punch on the man's face. Bai Bo, in turn, focused his punches on Wei Jingzhou’s abdomen, but Wei Jingzhou seemed impervious to pain, his actions unflagging.
Shen Yue subtly lifted her eyes, and Wei Jingzhou still hadn't stopped.
From her vantage point, she could see the man's profile, his bloodthirsty, cold expression, his deadly movements. She truly believed Wei Jingzhou intended to beat Bai Bo to death.
Shen Yue knew she couldn't pretend any longer. She was almost certain that if she didn't speak up, Wei Jingzhou wouldn't stop. He might even beat the man to death without pausing.
Then he'd be facing prison.
This wouldn't do at all. If the great villain ended up in jail, who would then seek trouble from the male and female leads?
As for Bai Bo, Shen Yue didn't feel much. He couldn't stir any emotion within her, and besides, Bai Bo hadn't truly touched her.
She looked at Bai Bo's bloodied face, his labored breathing, and felt a slight prickle of unease. She held back her tears, trying to appear more pitiful.
Then she shouted at the great villain.
“Wei Jingzhou!”
Her hoarse, tear-choked voice jolted Wei Jingzhou back from the brink of losing his sanity.
His fists, still stained with blood, paused. He slowly, stiffly turned his head. His handsome face was smeared with bright red blood, it was unclear whose it was. A gash on his forehead was bleeding, not much, but enough to darken one of his eyelashes.
His eyes were bloodshot, like a demon crawled from hell.
Shen Yue’s heart gave a sudden lurch. She had never seen Wei Jingzhou like this. Just a glance from him made her feel suffocated.
Shen Yue swallowed. Her face was pale, her lips a striking red, as if she had just been kissed.
Her eyelids and the corners of her eyes were also red. Her pure, beautiful eyes were misty. She spoke with difficulty.
“Are you going to beat him to death?”
Wei Jingzhou finally seemed to snap out of his daze. He looked down at Bai Bo, whose face was covered in blood from his blows, and slowly released his grip on his collar.
He staggered to his feet, his hands covered in blood, the skin on his knuckles scraped raw. He paid no mind, instead meticulously wiping his hands with his clothes.
Then, step by step, he walked towards Shen Yue’s bed. His steps were unsteady and difficult, as if he were walking not on a smooth floor, but on knife blades.
Each step felt like a grievous wound.
Shen Yue watched him approach, her eyes growing redder. The tears she had held back could no longer be contained, and large, crystalline drops rolled down her cheeks.
Seeing the girl’s tears, Wei Jingzhou’s breath caught as if pierced by a thousand sharp blades. He reached out his scarred hands, trembling as he tried to wipe away her tears.
Awkwardly and gently.
The girl seemed utterly wronged, crying heartbrokenly. Tears clung to her long, thick eyelashes, her delicate, beautiful face streaked with them. Her whole body shook with sobs.
She batted away the man's hand and wiped her tears with the back of hers.
Her voice, thick with crying, accused him of arriving late.
“Why, why did you come so late? Do you know how many times I called you? I was bullied like this, and you didn’t come. Wei Jingzhou, you’re such an idiot…”
Shen Yue watched the man lower his head, watched him pull away her tear-wiping hand, his rough fingertips wiping away the tears.
Then she saw it. Wei Jingzhou was crying.
She had seen Wei Jingzhou cry before.
But this was the first time she had ever seen him cry so miserably.
He was sobbing uncontrollably, trying to stifle the sound, only tears falling silently. His eyes were tightly shut, his fist clenched between his teeth, as if to hold back the sobs. Tears dripped one by one from his eyes.
After a moment, he lowered his fist, his jaw clenched tightly, his temporomandibular joint trembling slightly. He wiped away his tears, then went to kiss the girl, his tongue gathering her tears and swallowing them.
They were bitter and astringent.
He abruptly pulled the girl into his embrace, holding her tightly, and repeatedly whispered in a choked, low voice.
“I’m sorry…”
“I was late…”
“It’s all my fault…”
He held her so tightly, as if he wished they could meld into one.
Shen Yue, smelling the faint scent of blood on the man, her shoulders still trembling, did not push him away.
She felt a sensation of dampness on her neck.
She had to tilt her chin up to rest on his shoulder. She slowly closed her eyes and whispered softly into his ear.
“I want to go home.”
Wei Jingzhou took off his coat and wrapped it around the girl, then picked her up.
He said in a voice so soft it was supremely gentle, “I’ll take you home.”
Saying this, he scooped up the pitifully light girl and left the blood-soaked room.
As he passed Bai Bo, Bai Bo, watching the girl cradled in the man’s arms, called out inexplicably.
“Shen Yue…”
Wei Jingzhou stopped, his gaze like that of a dead man’s as he looked at him, then kicked him hard in the stomach several times.