Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Now, talking about this matter with Assistant Zheng again, Chanel's heart is still throbbing with uncontrollable anger:

"He hid the murderer and lied to me that it was just an accident. Dad died, but I didn't even catch the murderer... I am very sad, and my father in heaven will never rest in peace. Mr. Zheng, you keep saying that he Love me, in fact, what he loves the most is probably himself."

"If you knew... why Young Master Mu wanted to cover up the truth about the murderer, I'm afraid you wouldn't say that."

Assistant Zheng's faint words pulled Chanel out of her anger.

"What do you mean?"

"I handled this matter with my own hands at the time, so I have the absolute right to speak." Mr. Zheng's deep eyes flashed in the lens, "You just have to believe that no matter what the young master does, his purpose is to protect You... are not harmed..."

"You mean, you know who the perpetrator is?"

"Yes."

"who is it?"

"Miss Xia, this is probably a secret that you will never want to know, because it may cause you pain for the rest of your life."

Chanel didn't believe it: "Tell me, who is it?"

"Unless Ian tells you himself, I can't say it."

……

Mu Xicheng fell into a coma and did not wake up until the third day.

In the ward, the light of morning light shone in, Chanel sat by the bed, looking at his pale and bleeding face on the bed.

He was wearing a blue-and-white striped hospital gown, and he received a blood transfusion in time. The injured wound has been healed, and he is on an IV drip...

But his face was really pale and his body was so cold.

If the doctor hadn't said that he had passed the critical period, Chanel thought he was really going to stop breathing.

She looked at him with mixed emotions in her eyes.

This man, she can neither love nor hate, she wants to escape, but she keeps letting go...

It was as if there were invisible vines entwining them tightly.The closer they get, the tighter the vines tangle, the more they suffocate each other...

But once they are far away, the vines slowly let go, and they fall from the cliff without attachment,

What was she going to do with him?

Unable to restrain herself, she reached out with her fingers and gently stroked the patch on his right wrist...

I can't imagine what kind of life she will lead if he dies.Will she break down, will she still laugh, will she love again, how will she live...

"Mu Xicheng, I hate you to death."

Chanel murmured, unable to hold back her drowsiness any longer, she leaned over the hospital bed and fell asleep.

The ward returned to calm...

After an unknown amount of time, the person on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes. He turned his head and looked at the people around him. His eyes were dark and bright.

In the dark dream just now, he seemed to feel her, smell her scent, and leaned against him.

He was afraid to open his eyes, afraid that this was a dream, afraid that when he woke up, there would be nothing around him.

They have made a promise not to see each other again.She can't show up again.

He closed his eyes, but felt her fingers gently touch his wrist, and heard her soft voice:

"Mu Xicheng, I hate you to death."

……

He can finally be sure that this is not a dream.

But at the same time, the heart was pierced by the steel needle, and a soft weakness spread throughout the body.

Yes, she hated him, she had always hated him so much...

This time, he made the hatred a little more.

If it wasn't for his suicide attempt, they should have abided by the agreement and never see each other again, right?