allonlinenovel Chapter 6 The Heiress Who Was Rejected from the Engagement
Chapter 6 The Heiress Who Was Rejected from the Engagement
When the Funeral March played on repeat in her mind for exactly one hundredth time, Ling Yi finally opened her eyes.
The first thing that catches the eye is the man's pair of deep, unfathomable eyes.
Those eyes stared straight at her, like a vengeful ghost under the Bridge of Helplessness searching for a replacement.
The vengeful ghost gazed greedily at the bridge, but the moment it saw the person approaching, its malevolent aura vanished, and its eyes curved into a smile.
Those eyes, which never seemed to reach the depths of the smile, finally revealed a genuine smile as the person on the sickbed regained consciousness.
"You're awake." The soft voice brought Ling Yi back to her senses, and also brought tears to the eyes of her elderly parents who had been keeping watch by her bedside.
The elderly mother quickly pressed the call bell by the bedside and busied herself moistening Lingyi's dry lips.
The useless old father could only wail and cry.
In just over ten hours, they looked as if they had aged several years.
From her father's fragmented words, Ling Yi roughly learned about everything that had happened after she fell into a coma.
Her judgment was correct; the dagger that pierced her arm was indeed soaked in cyanide for a long time.
Fortunately, because the assassin had been waiting for a long time, much of the cyanide had evaporated, and the wound was small and not fatal, Ling Yi was ultimately spared.
Thus, Ling Yi finally figured out the reason why Zhou Ziheng died suddenly in the original plot.
Without her warning, the cyanide-coated dagger, even if it didn't kill him, would have pierced his internal organs.
Even if someone survives such a situation, they will suffer unimaginable long-term consequences.
Now, by some twist of fate, I've helped him escape this calamity. How can I not feel unlucky?
Just as she felt nauseous and her chest began to churn, Ling Yi swiftly turned her luck into bad luck.
Damn it, why is the human body so fragile?
From the moment Ling Yi woke up, Zhou Ziheng's thoughts, which had been rusted, began to run again, and he quickly noticed Ling Yi's discomfort.
As he stepped forward to try and ease her pain, the doctors rushed in, albeit in a chaotic yet orderly fashion, to examine Lingyi.
He was isolated from the crowd and lost the opportunity to care about her once again.
Through the crowded white coats, Zhou Ziheng stared intently at the woman whose forehead was once again beaded with sweat from the various examinations, a sense of emptiness rising in his heart that he himself did not understand.
She was his savior, and he should stay by her side and serve her closely, expressing his gratitude with all his sincerity and soothing her sadness with meticulous care.
But the reality is that she has her parents and doctors by her side, while he, the one who caused her injury, can't even get close to her.
The experienced doctor also noticed Lingyi's discomfort. After conducting basic examinations, he asked her family to go out with him for a detailed discussion.
In just a short while, the once noisy ward was now empty except for two people.
Zhou Ziheng stared at Ling Yi's pale face for a long time. His fingers, which were pressed against the seam of his pants, twitched, and he said softly, "I'm sorry."
At this moment, he didn't know what to say except those three words. His usual eloquence and social skills had become useless at this moment.
"It was just an accident." Ling Yi sighed, ultimately uttering only these four words.
Before the doctor arrived, 688 had already performed basic examinations on her to ensure that she would not suffer any long-term effects.
In other words, she saved a life with just a small wound.
made money.
Those she saved, don't forget to team up with her to deal with that ungrateful Qi Qingran! This time, they won't perish halfway through their lives, but at the very least, they should make Qi Qingran's family fall into ruin!
vomit!
Just thinking of that name made Ling Yi's chest tremble, and she felt like vomiting again.
But after her stomach had been empty for more than ten hours, she couldn't vomit up any food and could only experience spasms and pain.
Within moments, fine beads of sweat appeared on Ling Yi's body.
Thick, dark hair was damp with cool sweat, clinging to her fair, delicate neck. A stray strand of black hair also clung to her lips, which were so white they were almost bloodless.
In comparison, it is shockingly fragile, and breathtakingly beautiful.
A hint of anxiety flashed across Zhou Ziheng's brows as he pulled out a disinfectant wipe from the bedside table.
As if handling a delicate work of art, he carefully wiped away the fine beads of sweat from Lingyi's neck and forehead, smoothed out her playful strands of hair, and placed them on the snow-white pillow.
Without the stain of black, that patch of white appeared all the more fragile, as if the owner of this body was about to ascend to immortality at any moment.
Zhou Ziheng still remembers the vibrant life force of the body's owner, as if he could feel the gushing, hot blood flowing through her arteries when he pressed his hand against her neck.
But now, she can only lie on her hospital bed, as fragile as a bird that has lost its wings.
A sigh escaped his throat as Zhou Ziheng changed the tissue.
He pried open Lingyi's fingers and gently wiped away the sweat from between her fingers and palms.
Her body, which was as warm as a small stove, was turned as cold as him by his actions.
"Ling Yi, stop rescuing people so casually." He carefully placed his wiped hands back into the blanket and spoke softly.
The sun was slowly setting on the horizon at that moment, casting a light shadow on the ward where the lights had not yet been turned on. Half of Zhou Ziheng's face was shrouded in this shadow, making it impossible for Ling Yi to see his expression.
But his tone was that familiar, complex Zhou-style manner.
It was like a warning, yet also contained some kind of ambiguous expectation, much like Zhou Ziheng's twisted personality, making him unfathomable.
Is this his attitude towards his savior?
Ling Yi's fingertips twitched under the covers as she tried to distract herself from her discomfort with a playful argument: "What if I have to save you again next time?"
Does someone who narrowly escaped death still have the courage to say such things?
"There won't be a next time!" the man replied quickly, his tone somewhat urgent.
It's like a stress response, and also like some kind of reassurance.
A moment later, he chuckled lightly again, as always, his voice still carrying its former flippancy: "If, I mean if..."
“Don’t save me again if there’s a next time.” His words were tinged with a cruelty towards his own life: “You should watch me die.”
Countless people hate him, and even his closest relatives want to kill him.
But the only person who saved him was a little girl he had only met a few times.
Zhou Ziheng is a heartless man, but sometimes he can also feel a bit of human compassion and conscience.
If there were a next time, he would rather die or be lying in a hospital room himself than see the only person who had ever saved him fall into danger again.
"I will repay you." Zhou Ziheng lowered his eyes and quietly looked at his frail benefactor lying on the hospital bed, his tone calm and resolute like never before.
A life-saving grace can never be repaid in any way.
At this moment, Zhou Ziheng couldn't tell whether he truly wanted to repay a debt of gratitude or was simply greedy for the burning passion that had pulled him out of danger.