Chapter 326: Volume 1 Chapter 326 Prison (11)

Bai Lian had never seen anyone shoot and kill someone in front of her before; the man holding the gun was not like a normal person at all, completely a madman, a madman who loved killing.

She was extremely frightened deep down, but thinking of the frail Jiang Zhi behind her, she suppressed the urge to flee, and trembling, she said to her, "Miss Jiang, run!!"

Jiang Zhi withdrew the finger resting on her waist, glanced at the girl blocking her front, slightly tilted her head, and said, "He is, Master Fu."

Bai Lian heard this and was stunned for a few seconds, still not reacting.

In Southern City, the only person who could be called Master Fu was Fu Shao Huai.

Bai Lian's pupils constricted.

As the man drew nearer, in the darkness, faint hazy beams of light from afar fell, carving his handsome face into contrasting light and shadow; the colorless arc of his thin lips rose excitedly and madly, and his half-narrowed eyes seemed stained blood-red, fixedly staring at them.

Bai Lian's impression of Fu Shao Huai only dated back to childhood; she had never seen him so terrifying, her legs went weak from fear, she took a deep breath, suppressed the terror in her heart, reached out to take the hand of the girl behind her, wanting to flee.

But Jiang Zhi stood motionless in place, silently watching the approaching man.

Fu Shao Huai's icy gaze fell on their clasped hands; the madness and hostility in his eyes seemed to solidify as he turned the gun toward Bai Lian.

"Bang!"

At the moment he fired, Jiang Zhi immediately pulled her aside to dodge.

The insane Fu Shao Huai truly intended to kill the female lead, Bai Lian.

All because she had taken his hand.

Bai Lian sensed the extremely fast bullet whistle past her ear, her vision went black, and she fainted from fright.

Jiang Zhi: "......"

She asked with a headache, "Brother Seven, do you think the villain can still be saved?"

Not to mention correcting the plot; even just stopping the villain from killing the female lead now is a problem.

777's voice trembled: "I will strive to change this mission; Host, you no longer need to correct the plot."

Jiang Zhi's thoughts shifted from 777 to the present; the man had already walked up to her, his long arms like iron clamps tightly encircling her waist, his other hand gripping the gun again aimed at the girl who had fainted on the ground.

"Why did you save her?" he asked without firing, his tone casual.

Jiang Zhi, unable to breathe from his choke, raised a finger between them and explained, "She saved me."

After she spoke, she lowered her forehead and began to cough.

On a cold winter night, specks of white snow fell on her brows and eyes, tinged with fragility and sickness.

Fu Shao Huai's last trace of reason stopped him from shooting; he scooped her up in a horizontal hold and hurried away.

The wounded sons of wealthy families cried out, drawing their parents; the rich merchants and nobles were furious, but upon learning that all this was Fu Shao Huai's doing, they dared not act out, only able to send their own sons to the hospital.

The car returned to Fu Fu at top speed.

When Qiao Yu arrived, standing at the door, he saw through the crack the man sitting on the bedside leaning down to kiss the forehead of the girl on the bed; from this angle, he could see the rare gentleness on Fu Shao Huai's face.

He stopped his steps, and after a while, knocked on the door.

After the examination, Qiao Yu said, "No fever, just a chill; drinking some ginger tea to warm the body will do."

Fu Shao Huai's deep, dark, sunken eyes spoke in a hoarse voice: "She often coughs."

Qiao Yu: "Her physique is weak, and with heart disease, she easily catches cold; the heart transplant surgery must be carried out as soon as possible."

A heart transplant requires a replaceable heart source, but finding a heart matching her body is hardly easy, let alone someone voluntarily donating.

Hua Guo's medicine is advanced, transplant equipment is perfected, but the surgery costs a huge sum; for the Jiang family, this is fundamentally impossible to achieve. This amount of money is not much for Fu Shao Huai.

Jiang Zhi was still awake, shaking her head: "I, I don't want the surgery."

Fu Shao Huai turned a deaf ear, telling Qiao Yu, "I know."

Qiao Yu left.

The servant brought hot ginger soup; Fu Shao Huai took it, ignoring the girl's gaze on the bed, and said solemnly, "Drink."

Jiang Zhi propped herself up halfway, her slender, pale fingers resting on the back of his hand, she struggled to steady her breathing, and softly said, "Master Fu."

Fu Shao Huai stopped moving, his pupil color cold as thick ice.

"Why don't you want the surgery?"

Jiang Zhi lowered her gaze; her slightly curled, dense lashes cast a faint shadow over her lower lids, masking the emotion in her eyes.

"No reason."

Fu Shao Huai laid bare her thoughts: "Are you afraid the heart I give you will be unclean?"

Jiang Zhi's face turned pale; she weakly withdrew her finger: "I've managed to live until now..."

She slowly raised her brows, a smile spreading at the corners of her eyes: "I'm already quite happy."

Fu Shao Huai leaned in, a large shadow pooling in his pupils, dark and dangerous; his rough hand reached out to caress her face, "Your life has long been sold to me; I let you die, then you can die, understand?"

Jiang Zhi dazed for a moment, her fingers unconsciously tightened around the sheet.

Fu Shao Huai stood, looking down at her pale face from above, "Remember, you are mine."

Having said that, he left the room without lingering.

Jiang Zhi, her expression faded, opened the value panel.

【Fu Shao Huai, the villain's Love Points 100】

【Fu Shao Huai, the villain's Hatred Value 10】

Just because of her words just now about not wanting surgery, it stimulated him, increasing his Hatred Value by 10.

Her body grew worse and worse; Jiang Zhi could clearly feel her vitality gradually draining from her body.

The pain also became more apparent; she picked up the ginger tea on the table, drank it, felt a little warmer, walked to the door, wanting to go out, turned the handle, but found the door locked from outside.

Not only that, the windows were also locked.

As if it had been premeditated.

…

After that day, Fu Shao Huai never came to see her again, as if he had forgotten her in a corner; each day servants would come to have meals, clean the room, and take away her changed clothes.

Fu Shao Huai changed and imprisoned her on the ground.

The doctor who came to examine her changed from Qiao Yu to another female doctor, and even Wang Guan Jia, who had been very good to her, hadn't appeared for a long time.

Jiang Zhi spent each day either reading or sleeping, and couldn't hear any outside news.

One month later.

Wang Guan Jia finally appeared at her door and told her a shocking piece of news.

Fu's father passed away.

The news reported that Fu's father died drunk from drinking too much alcohol, a generation's hero died just like that, his death was inexplicable.

The news offices were in an uproar, and outside the Fu Fu were reporters from the news offices wanting to interview Fu Shao Huai.

Wang Guan Jia said, "Marshal Fu said that tonight, Miss Jiang, you must also go to attend Old Master Fu's funeral."

Jiang Zhi was slightly stunned, unable to speak.

She was merely a canary kept by Fu Shao Huai at home; what right did she have to attend Fu's father's funeral?

Wang Guan Jia saw her look somewhat exhausted, felt heartbroken, and said, "Don't worry, nothing like last time will happen again; just go and come back."

Jiang Zhi agreed.