Bone Erosion

Chapter 19 I Owe Her Two Lives

Fu Jingchen closed the door, handed the knife to the maid, and ordered with a calm face: "I don't want to see lethal weapons in the bedroom again." He was not afraid that she would hurt him, but he was afraid that she would hurt herself.

"Yes." The maid quickly took the knife, saw the wound on his arm, and said nervously, "Master, let me get the medicine box to bandage your wound."

"No, you can back down." Fu Jingchen waved her hand and asked her to back down. He leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette, lit it, and after two puffs, his throat felt uncomfortable. He resisted the urge to cough and continued to smoke. Smoking a cigarette, one puff after another, a little ferocious.

Ever since he gave Qiao Anran his kidney, his health has been deteriorating. As long as he smokes and drinks, he will feel very uncomfortable.

But he doesn't care, and he doesn't regret it. Compared with the suffering of the woman in the room, what is this pain?
His body was a little unable to support himself, and he slipped from the wall and fell to the ground. His face was pale and haggard, but he continued to smoke.

"Don't you want to live?" Zhao Junyi, who came in a hurry after receiving the maid's notice, saw his arms dripping with blood, and he threw several cigarette butts on the ground. He smoked the cigarette and said angrily, "Please remember, you have only one kidney. If you don't protect it properly, you will really die."

Fu Jingchen leaned against the wall with a depressed expression. He covered his mouth with his hand, coughed a few times, and said in a hoarse voice: "She won't forgive me. I feel worse living than dying..."

"Look at what you have become now, how much do you still look like when I met you?" It's really enough to live and die for a woman.

"Leave me alone." Fu Jingchen worried that arguing with him here would disturb Qiao Anran, so he leaned on the wall, stood up slowly, and walked towards the guest room.

"I'm really mad at you." Zhao Junyi stared at his back and said in a deep voice, "Everything you've done for her is enough."

Fu Jingchen's footsteps stopped, pain showed on his pale face, and he said hoarsely: "Enough, how is it enough, I owe her two lives." The death of her father, and the child who hadn't had time to see the world , if there was no car accident, the child in her womb would be his, and it has been seven months.

All these tragedies and mistakes were caused by him, even if he died a hundred times, it would not be enough to make up for the mistakes he made half a year ago.

"Aren't you making it up all the time?" Zhao Junyi stared at his back, "How long are you going to punish yourself?"

"Until she forgives me." As Fu Jingchen said, he lifted his heavy steps and walked into the guest room. He closed the door, leaned his back against the door panel, covered his mouth with his hand, and forcibly suppressed the heart-piercing pain. Cough.

"Why bother?" Zhao Junyi sighed heavily. He has been following Fu Jingchen since ten years ago. He knows the love and hatred between him and Qiao Anran better than anyone else.

It's late at night, but the people in this big house are destined to suffer from insomnia tonight. Fu Jingchen's bloody smell lingers in the bedroom. Qiao Anran keeps thinking about the scene just now. She hates herself very much. The knife just now , Why did she move away? She obviously had the opportunity to avenge her father. She was really unfilial. She cried and begged her father to forgive herself.

(End of this chapter)