Shen Cheng did not answer him, but just raised her hand again.
Mo Jin thought she was going to snatch the bowl again, so he dodged.
By the time he noticed the shard of porcelain in Shen Cheng’s hand and reached out to snatch it, she had already thrust it into her own leg with all her strength.
Blood gushed out, and Shen Cheng felt her mind clear up considerably in that instant.
Mo Jin’s eyes reddened at once, he hurriedly placed the bowl of medicine on the plate held in the butler’s hands, and shouted lowly, "Do you have a death wish?"
He immediately asked the butler to fetch Doctor Feng.
He hadn’t expected her to be so fierce.
He didn’t know when she had hidden that shard of porcelain; if she had aimed at her neck instead of her leg... he didn’t dare to contemplate the consequences.
With great distress, he walked over, reaching out to touch Shen Cheng’s shoulder: "Let me see..."
The next second, the porcelain shard in Shen Cheng’s hand was pressed against his neck without hesitation, her movements too quick for someone under the influence of sedatives.
This time, Mo Jin showed a surprised expression.
Shen Cheng pushed the shard forward, and the sharp edge immediately sliced through his skin, blood flowed down, staining the collar of his shirt red.
Shen Cheng said coldly, "Let me go."
Mo Jin was stunned, looking at Shen Cheng’s hand smeared with both their blood, feeling a strange sense of pleasure for a moment: "You can only leave here by killing me."
Shen Cheng smiled, "No."
As she spoke, her eyes turned icy cold: "Killing you is meaningless."
She kept her posture threatening him motionless: "You might not care about your life, but someone else does."
At that moment, the butler arrived in a hurry with Doctor Feng, seeing the situation, even the calm butler was scared half to death.
"Mr. President, Miss Shen..."
Mo Jin whispered to Shen Cheng, "You weren’t affected by the sedatives?"
Shen Cheng hooked the corner of her lips, "Of course I was. But my husband is always worried about me and made me carry some antidote with me..."
Her reference to Shi Yu stung Mo Jin, leaving his expression slightly unnatural.
Shen Cheng glanced at the people in the President’s Mansion, pushing the shard of porcelain forward again.
The wound that had started to clot was bleeding fresh red blood again, she spoke with a light smile, "Let me go."
This time, she was not speaking to Mo Jin, but to all the servants in the President’s Mansion.
Aside from Doctor Feng who maintained a cool composure, everyone else stepped back in fear, making way for Shen Cheng.
Mo Jin, however, commanded sternly, "Don’t back away!"
His tone brooked no resistance, and the people didn’t dare to defy him, unsure of what to do.
Shen Cheng slightly furrowed her brows, her hand movements unavoidably becoming heavier.
The flow of blood began to speed up, and Mo Jin’s face gradually turned pale, his entire body feeling on the verge of collapse.
At this moment, the crowd no longer hesitated and stepped back.
Mo Jin wanted to stop them, but he was too weak to speak.
Shen Cheng eased the pressure in her hand; as long as she could control him, the way out was not far off.
She held Mo Jin hostage, stepping down the stairs one at a time, and before they could exit the main door, they heard gunshots and shouts from outside.
Someone had stormed the President’s Mansion.
In just a few minutes, the sounds came closer...
Among the group of men in black, the man walking at the forefront was still imperious and striking.
Seeing his eyes bloodshot, Shen Cheng knew her place in his heart, feeling warm yet also slightly pained at the same time.