He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 292 - 285 Jiang Chengxue Shields Changling from a
Chapter 292: 285: Jiang Chengxue Shields Changling from a Disaster (Second Update)
Chapter 292: 285: Jiang Chengxue Shields Changling from a Disaster (Second Update)
“Wen Changling, how can you be so greedy? You can’t bear to break up with Xie Shang, so you drag me to die with you. I’ve fulfilled your wish, yet you can’t bear to leave him either. What more do you want? What do you want from me? Don’t you want revenge anymore? Why have you become so timid.”
Wen Changling stared blankly at the cup of tea before her. When had she become “bound” by Xie Shang?
“Xie Shang has joined hands with those people in prison. Do you think he can beat me?” Outside the window, the world was shrouded in purity, and the interlacing light fell on Jiang Chengxue’s face, making her skin look cold and white like the Jade-faced Rakshasa in the story, “He can’t win. He has bottom lines; I don’t.”
His gaze towards Wen Changling was content and patient, like he was playing a game of cat and mouse.
Wen Changling hated his Judge-like attitude the most.
She turned the cup in front of her upside down, letting the tea spill onto her hand, the slightly scalding temperature bringing her to her senses: “Before coming here, I looked at your medical records. Your heart function is very poor already.”
The cellphone rang once again.
Xie Shang must be very anxious. She suddenly didn’t want to die anymore.
“I think I can take a different approach. I don’t have to die with you; I can completely wear you out. As for revenge,” her cold tone was relaxed and composed, “for a devil like you, whether it’s heaven or man who takes you, there doesn’t seem much difference.”
Jiang Chengxue’s smile at the corner of his mouth suddenly froze.
Seeing his reaction, Wen Changling knew that she had finally won for once.
She placed the oak Wishing Plaque she had been holding for a long time on the table and pushed it across: “Jiang Chengxue, I’m not playing your boring games anymore.”
She stood up and left without hesitation.
“Huh.”
Jiang Chengxue let out a laugh, looking at the skin on his fingers reddened by the hot tea, and muttered in a low voice, “That’s so boring.”
By the time she got to the roadside outside the teahouse, Wen Changling answered Xie Shang’s phone call.
“Changling—”
She cut off Xie Shang’s words: “Why are you buying a graveyard plot?”
Hearing her voice and knowing she was safe, Xie Shang took a deep breath. The world was quiet after the snowfall, all the noise absorbed into the loose pores of the snow, as if only his voice remained: “What else can I do but accompany you.”
The madman is really daring to die.
Xie Shang said, “Look up.”
Wen Changling looked up and saw him standing diagonally across the intersection.
She had once read in Camus’ notes a phrase she liked very much: every winter’s period is the blooming of spring.
The traffic light on her side turned green, and she stepped onto the zebra crossing. Just then, a black car outside the stop line at the intersection suddenly started up and sped ahead.
“Changling!”
It was too late; Xie Shang was too far away…
“Bang!”
A loud noise, then the tree by the roadside shook off a blanket of white snow, and slowly, everything returned to calm again. The black car overturned, its wheels spinning in the air, with black smoke billowing out.
Xie Shang ran over, pulled Wen Changling behind him, shielding her completely. Once she had recovered from the shock, she looked towards the white car that had flipped the black car over.
Just a moment ago, as the black car was driving towards her, a white car appeared in front of her and collided with it.
Distant traffic police blew their shrill whistles urgently.
After the white car’s collision with the black car, due to the high speed, the entire car spun around almost half a circle before the rear end hit the guardrail of the green belt. The logo at the back was unrecognizable, but even unrecognizable, Wen Changling could tell that logo – Eastern Automobile.
With a bang, Jiang Chengxue kicked the car door open.
Wen Changling watched him, stunned.
His head was bleeding, blood covering his eyes, staining his pupils red. He only glanced at Wen Changling once before his bloodied eyes turned to the perpetrator in the black car. He walked over, opened the car door, dragged the person out, and in front of the police and numerous witnesses, began to kick viciously.
“Who ordered you to go against me?”
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The perpetrator was already badly injured, and each of Jiang Chengxue’s kicks fell on his wounds, blood pooling on the ground.
“Who told you to hit her?”
The perpetrator was not a stranger but Jiang Chengxue’s secretary, Xue Boyong.
He spat out blood and curled up on the ground, his eyes serene, without regret or hatred: “Cough, cough, cough… no one ordered me.”
Yu Qiang had once said that those around Jiang Chengxue would never betray him because he was their savior. He didn’t save them for justice or out of kindness, but because he needed absolute loyalty. When the Devil tempts mankind, he always offers bait first.
Xue Boyong, looking like an observer, gazed distantly at Wen Changling: “Because of her, you even stopped taking your medicine.”
Jiang Chengxue stepped on his chest with a foot, not like a violent person but with deliberate slowness, increasing the force little by little, mashing the wound into a bloody mess: “I really raised a good dog.”
The sound of police sirens grew closer, and two cars drove up and stopped by the road.
Lin Yaoping got out of the car, showing his badge: “Jiang Chengxue, you are suspected of intentional homicide. We are implementing an emergency arrest. Please cooperate.”
With blood covering his face, Jiang Chengxue did not care, staring long at Wen Changling.
“I want to say a word to her.”
Lin Yaoping signaled to his colleague with a look, and both followed Jiang Chengxue closely.
As Jiang Chengxue’s car crashed into the guardrail, the windshield broke, and glass shards pierced his right leg. The white shoe was dyed red, not painful, just annoying, making it hard for him to walk fast. He limped towards Wen Changling, tugging the corner of his mouth into a smile at her, his blood-stained eyes bright red and beautiful: “Sorry, I can’t grant your wish, I’m not dead yet.”
Wen Changling silently watched Jiang Chengxue.
Lin Yaoping pulled his hand, cuffed him, and led him to the police car.
The snow started falling again, covering the blood on the ground, the warmth of the blood melting the snow, and amidst the white expanse, spreading into patches of red patterns.
