"Quick, get the medical kit, and then call the doctor over!"
"Miss Lin, did you do this? Why would you hurt the master; he’s been so good to you!"
"Miss Lin, the master even personally made breakfast for you, he really likes you, cares about you, why would you want to harm him?"
No matter what they said, Lin Xinlan gave no response.
Her complexion was pale, and she stood indifferently, looking utterly hollow.
Qiao Yiyang was also looking at her and did not move.
His complex gaze contained too many emotions, it was almost unbearable to look at.
Confronted with the accusing eyes of the servants, Lin Xinlan looked towards Qiao Yiyang and blandly said, "I’ve hurt you, you can kill me."
"I won’t kill you," the man’s tone had a hint of resignation and a touch of pain.
"Xinlan, I didn’t kill Rong Shaoze, he escaped, he’s still alive. I thought, you felt somewhat differently about me, that you wouldn’t really strike me, but you still did."
"He’s not dead, you can be at ease," said Qiao Yiyang blandly, as he turned around for the servants to treat his wound.
Lin Xinlan stood in place for a long time, but no one paid any attention to her.
When Qiao Yiyang’s hand rested on her head, she finally came back to her senses.
"Don’t just stand here foolishly, I’m not blaming you. Go upstairs and rest, you’re tired too," he said gently to her.
Lin Xinlan suddenly swatted his hand away and said coldly, "Stop pretending in front of me!"
Qiao Yiyang was stunned, a shadow of darkness crossing his eyes.
"That’s right, I am pretending. And it’s only towards you that I pretend!"
Lin Xinlan glared at him with resentment and without turning her head, she walked upstairs.
She knew it was intentional.
He deliberately tricked her into believing Rong Shaoze was dead, deliberately provoked her to strike him, deliberately wanted to make her feel guilty.
But she wouldn’t feel guilt!
The pain she inflicted on him was insufficient to compensate for everything he had done to her.
Even if she killed him, she wouldn’t feel guilty!
Lin Xinlan returned to her bedroom, leaned against the door, and let out a slight sigh of relief.
Thankfully, Rong Shaoze is still alive, he managed to escape.
As long as he’s alive, nothing else matters.
Lin Xinlan didn’t go downstairs again. The next morning, someone came knocking at her door.
She thought it was Qiao Yiyang. When she opened it, she saw Rong Mingyan’s chilling expression.
Seeing him, she paused.
Since arriving in Rome, she had never seen Rong Mingyan, and she didn’t expect him to suddenly come looking for her.
In his presence, Lin Xinlan’s complexion grew even worse.
"Do you need something from me?" she asked coldly.
Compared to Qiao Yiyang, she seemed to hate Rong Mingyan even more.
Anyway, she disliked them both.
Without another word, Rong Mingyan abruptly raised his hand, and a handgun was instantly pointed at Lin Xinlan’s forehead.
She froze, but was not panicked.
"You want to kill me?"
The murderous intent in his eyes was clear. Was he here to kill her on Qiao Yiyang’s orders, or was it his own idea?
The man laughed coldly, "Yes, I do want to kill you!"
Lin Xinlan’s eyes flickered slightly, and she closed them, saying, "Then go ahead and kill me."
"Do you think I don’t dare? Lin Xinlan, I warn you, if you dare to hurt Yiyang again, I will kill you without mercy!"
Lin Xinlan understood then; he was here for vengeance on behalf of Qiao Yiyang.
Opening her eyes, she said with a faint smile:
"If Qiao Yiyang hurts me again, or the ones I love, I will still harm him, no matter the cost!"