He said that, and Lin Han froze instead. She stared obsessively at his face—the man she had admired for so long, yet could only watch from a distance.
She wanted to possess him, like she was bewitched, and murmured:
"Marry me. I want you to marry me."
Lu Qing’s brows furrowed slightly, his gaze like a dagger slicing through her. Qin Miaomiao, who hadn’t spoken until now, suddenly broke the silence:
"That’s enough, Lin Han."
Lin Han hadn’t yet reacted, her wrist suddenly ached. She gripped her own wrist tightly, yet the knife was snatched from her and thrown to the ground. Her body was forcefully shoved forward, flung heavily!
Half of Lin Han’s body was now hanging outside the railing. Reflexively, she grabbed hold of Qin Miaomiao’s leg.
"Qin Miaomiao, I’ll drag you to hell with me!"
Lu Qing strode forward swiftly, casting a cold glance at her, then mercilessly kicked her away!
Lin Han’s body dangled in mid-air, like a kite whose string had snapped, plummeting downward. Her face was filled with terror!
Was this really it? Death, just ? So bitterly unfair. All she wanted was for that man to marry her.
Qin Miaomiao instinctively attempted to grab her but caught nothing but air. Her expression carried hints of bewilderment. A life, after all, was still a life. She didn’t want to witness any soul truly perish before her eyes.
"Han Shu, dispatch people immediately. Handle this, seal off any news, avoid complications."
Lu Qing helped Qin Miaomiao stand, asking nervously, "Are you okay?"
Qin Miaomiao shook her head, letting him support her back into the room. The two other men had already been subdued and taken away. As for their fate, she no longer cared to ponder.
Meanwhile, Jiaojiao’s state remained excessively agitated.
Jin Jing looked visibly anxious. Qin Miaomiao reminded him, "She’s been drugged—soft narcotics. No idea how much she was given. She needs to be sent to the hospital immediately."
"I’ll take her there."
Qin Miaomiao suddenly thought of something: "What about Lin Xiaoxiao? Did she come looking for you?"
Lu Qing replied gently, "She was knocked unconscious, stripped naked, and dumped in the bathroom. Song Li saved her."
"I see. So she didn’t betray me after all."
Her body trembled the whole time; her mental state was somewhat dazed. Lu Qing wrapped her in his arms, his voice low and steady:
"Miaomiao, what’s wrong?"
Her expression froze momentarily, tinged with panic: "Lu Qing, we killed Lin Han."
Even Su Moli—she hadn’t killed her, only thrown her into a psychiatric hospital for torment. That kind of suffering might be worse than death, but at least she was still alive.
Lu Qing cupped her face in both hands, speaking deliberately and firmly:
"No, it was me. It has nothing to do with you."
That woman deserved to die. Even if she survived, under his methods, her fate would still be worse than death.
But Miaomiao was, after all, still a woman, some things she couldn’t bear.
"Lu Qing, I want to go home. Take me home."
He aided her as they walked out. By the time they exited the venue and got into the car, Miaomiao glanced down at the ground. There was no body, but a pool of blood remained.
Her face turned pale. She buried herself in Lu Qing’s chest.
Lu Qing narrowed his eyes slightly. From now on, he must ensure she doesn’t become entangled in such carnage. Yet dangers still surrounded him. There would always be times when he couldn’t shelter her completely—what then?
Not every time would be this lucky.
Lin Han might have been ruthless, but ultimately, she was just an ordinary person. What if it was someone more brutal, with sharper and crueler methods?
He fell into deep thought. He needed to think things through carefully.
That night, Qin Miaomiao had a nightmare. Lin Han, drenched in blood, came to claim her life, leaving her gasping as she woke in fright.