His movements were swift and powerful, and Xu Qingmei instantly felt as if she were suffocating.
She quickly struggled, slapping his arm, desperately making noise: "Let, let go..."
Had this person gone mad, daring to actually lay hands on her?
Luan Feng originally intended to slap her a few more times to clear her head, his palm already raised, but then he suddenly remembered that this woman was a public figure.
The marks on her neck could be covered with clothing, but those on her face would be difficult to conceal.
He was reluctant to use the medicine that the superior gave him on Xu Qingmei.
Seeing her expression turn to terror, helplessly struggling, Luan Feng instead smiled with satisfaction and tightened his grip.
Now this face, desperately struggling for life, looked much more pleasing than its previous arrogance.
Xu Qingmei’s eyes started to bulge, her lips turned purple, and her struggle slowed until the sound of footsteps brought her back to partial awareness. She quickly glanced sideways, pleading for help.
Luan Feng also glanced back, slightly loosening his grip.
Xu Qingmei no longer cared whether the newcomer could stop Luan Feng; she seized the chance and quickly spoke: "Help, help me!"
Jing Huai, who had just walked in, was initially baffled by the scene. Then, as if receiving a command that had to be completed, he rushed forward, desperately trying to pry Luan Feng’s hand off Xu Qingmei’s neck.
Luan Feng didn’t intend to pay attention to an ordinary person like Jing Huai; Jing Huai’s strength was utterly futile. It wasn’t until the man, in a frenzy, scratched a cut into the back of Luan Feng’s hand that the unexpected pain caused Luan Feng to fling his arm, sending Jing Huai flying several meters until he crashed heavily against the wall, crumpling to the ground.
Jing Huai felt a jolt throughout his body, the pain so intense that he became numb, unable to feel it, and he spat out a large mouthful of oddly-colored blood.
Yet neither of the other two spared him a glance.
One was too weak to look, the other couldn’t be bothered.
Seeing Xu Qingmei near death, Luan Feng gazed at the despair and pleading in her eyes and lightly chuckled, asking, "Have you tasted the feeling of overreaching yourself?"
Xu Qingmei used all her strength to nod.
"From now on, don’t provoke me. Without the superior’s permission, you indeed cannot die yet, but this kind of experience—I imagine you wouldn’t want to go through it a second time, right?"
Xu Qingmei was already a bit dazed but used her last bit of strength to shake her head.
Neither noticed Jing Huai slowly sitting up from the ground.
Sensing that the person in his grip was near the limit, Luan Feng was about to release his hand when a shadow suddenly lunged from the side, "Go to hell!"
A nearly ten-centimeter-long fruit knife, still carrying a hint of fruity aroma, was held tightly by veined hands, piercing through the robe and flesh, stabbing deeply inside.
Instinctively, Luan Feng’s hand loosened, and he turned to see Jing Huai’s twisted, crazed face, still streaked with blood.
Following the man’s hands, he also saw the fruit knife deeply embedded in Xu Qingmei’s chest.
The first thought was an incredulous murmur, "How could...," realizing that the superior’s Soul Poison had failed.
This time, Xu Qingmei truly felt she was about to die, even forgetting that Jing Huai had turned against her, his master. Using the breath she had just regained, she kept clutching Luan Feng’s hand on her neck, "Save, save me!"
Luan Feng wouldn’t truly let her die, but Jing Huai was indeed ready to kill her!
Was this the time to worry about why the Soul Poison was ineffective?
Luan Feng truly did not dare to let Xu Qingmei die just like that.
Although he wasn’t the one who killed her, he still held an undeniable responsibility.
Ignoring Jing Huai, who cowered in the corner after the stabbing, Luan Feng gritted his teeth to take out the life-saving medicine he had saved and stuffed it into Xu Qingmei’s mouth. He then cut open her robe at the wound with the knife, checking that the wound wasn’t in a fatal spot before carefully removing the knife, continuing to reluctantly apply special herbal medicine to the wound.
He hadn’t even used these medicines on himself when he suffered internal injuries and wounds both front and back from Jiang Lingxi, yet now he was forced to use them all on Xu Qingmei.
Realizing that the breathing of the person beneath his hands finally became steady, only then did he let out a sigh of relief, handing over his phone, "It’s fine now, call a reliable doctor over."
Xu Qingmei, bearing the pain from her wound, made a phone call. Updates are released by novelꜰire.net
Jing Huai, squatting in the corner, stared intently at their actions.
After vomiting blood, with Xu Qingmei being strangled and almost dying, her control over him weakened significantly. During this time, his always-controlled mind finally cleared up.
Immediately, he remembered how Xu Qingmei would call him over to torment and humiliate him like a dog whenever she was upset.
The memory flooded him with overwhelming resentment; seeing Xu Qingmei near death, he didn’t want to hesitate any longer—he just wanted to seize the chance to ruthlessly retaliate.
Only now did he feel a surge of fear.
He almost killed someone in a moment of impulse!
Seeing that neither was paying attention to him, Jing Huai looked at the villa entrance and began to move sneakily.
Those two were devils; they wouldn’t let him go next. He had to escape, far away!
Luan Feng noticed Jing Huai’s movement but didn’t spare him a glance.
He just asked Xu Qingmei, who had just hung up the phone, "What are you planning to do with this person?"
Xu Qingmei swallowed the metallic taste in her throat; this time, she had truly brushed against death’s door.
She was utterly enraged by Jing Huai, who had stabbed her in the back at the opportune moment.
Gritting her teeth, she spoke, "I want him to suffer a fate worse than death!"
Luan Feng almost rolled his eyes, "Don’t forget, he’s an actor just like you, living under the scrutiny of so many eyes. A fate worse than death—are you going to imprison him or what? If you ask me, it would be better to orchestrate an accidental incident; it’s the least risky. Also, don’t forget—the superior doesn’t like half-measures."
Jing Huai listened, his heart already in his throat, as they discussed handling him without any scruples.
Seeing the villa door so close, he steeled his resolve, despite the searing pain in his body, he stood up and sprinted away.
Running while shouting, "Help, someone wants to kill me!"
He no longer cared about actor privacy or being exposed; nothing was more important than his life.
His actions nearly made Luan Feng laugh, like a cat chasing a mouse, "You really think you can..."
’Escape’—the words swallowed back when he saw two figures appear at the villa entrance.
He casually approached and questioned, "Who are you?"
But neither of them answered him.
One grabbed Jing Huai by the collar, silencing his screams by covering his mouth.
The other reported on the headset, "This time, after the person went in, he suddenly rushed out not long after, shouting that someone wanted to kill him. We rushed over first, and after a quick check, he has injuries, blood at the corners of his mouth—likely internal injuries—looking much worse than before. Sir, should we assist with calling the police next?"
Shen Yunqing rubbed his weary brow, stepping out of bed for the second time tonight, "If you call the police, you can’t explain why you happened to be at someone else’s villa when you found out. First, take him to Lu Ye; I’m heading there now."
Moreover, he needed to find out what exactly had happened tonight in Xu Qingmei’s villa.