Han Xi slept lightly and felt someone coming in in her half-dreaming state. She thought it was a patient and quickly straightened up from the table, only to see Lin Weiyang’s face full of hatred.
Han Xi’s heart trembled with an inexplicable sense of foreboding: "What are you doing here?"
Under the light, Lin Weiyang’s delicate face curled into a slow, sinister smile, her words as venomous as if they were poisoned: "I’ve come to destroy you. If you get infected with HIV, do you think Jing Han would still want to touch you?"
Lin Weiyang laughed crazily, her laughter as terrifying as a ghost in the midnight.
Han Xi’s gaze fell on the syringe full of blood in Lin Weiyang’s hand: "Don’t do anything crazy. There are so many people here, you won’t succeed."
Lin Weiyang raised the syringe and fiercely stabbed it toward Han Xi.
Han Xi, caught off guard, stepped back a few paces, gripping Lin Weiyang’s wrist holding the syringe with both hands tightly, the sharp needle just a fist away from her.
Han Xi shouted loudly. She was so exhausted that she didn’t have the strength to resist Lin Weiyang. Continuing to hold on , she feared she truly wouldn’t last.
"With all the noise outside, how could anyone hear? Just wait to be abandoned by Jing Han."
Lin Weiyang laughed recklessly, exuding a ghastly aura, whether due to the lighting or her lip color.
Han Xi looked at the needle coming closer and closer, her mind in chaos, knowing it was the blood of an HIV patient...
Just when Han Xi was about to be overwhelmed, a pair of large hands clasped Lin Weiyang’s hand tightly and snatched the syringe from her grasp.
"Jing Han, why are you here?"
Lin Weiyang was astonished, looking at the man before her, a chill running down her spine.
Lu Jinghan didn’t spare a glance for Lin Weiyang. He raised his arm, pulling Han Xi into his embrace, his magnetic voice full of concern: "Wife, are you okay?"
Han Xi shook her head, looking up at him with lingering fear: "This is HIV patient’s blood, it needs to be disposed of immediately."
After hearing Han Xi’s words, Lu Jinghan’s cold gaze fell on Lin Weiyang, his bloodthirsty eyes like a Rakshasa from Hell.
"Jing Han, it’s not like she said, I didn’t do it, it’s this woman slandering me."
"If that’s the case, how about I try the blood from this syringe on you?"
Lu Jinghan’s voice was wrapped in ice, devoid of the slightest warmth.
Lin Weiyang’s face turned pale with fright, stumbling backward repeatedly: "Jing Han, no, I know I was wrong. I won’t dare to do it again."
Lu Jinghan stepped forward, reaching out to clasp Lin Weiyang’s neck, slowly lifting his arm: "Do you really want my wife dead?"
Lin Weiyang desperately slapped Lu Jinghan’s arm, her complexion turning from white to red, the veins on her face standing out due to lack of oxygen: "Let go... let... go of me."
Lu Jinghan’s crimson eyes bore bloodthirsty rage. If he had arrived a moment later, Han Xi might already have been infected with that disease.
Lin Weiyang’s feet, dangling off the ground, kicked helplessly as her gaze grew increasingly unfocused; she opened her mouth, but couldn’t utter a word.
Seeing that Lin Weiyang was really about to be strangled to death, Han Xi quickly intervened: "Jing Han, let go quickly, if this goes on, someone will die."
If not for Han Xi’s timely intervention, perhaps Lu Jinghan really would have strangled her.