Du Ruoxin flinched at the sound of a breaking wine bottle, wondering if a fight had broken out inside.
Recalling Miranda's fiery temper, Caroline's tendency to exaggerate, and Grace's silent readiness to draw a knife, she ignored her elder brother's attempts to stop her and rushed in.
However...
The imagined scene of a brawl did not materialize. Instead, she saw Qin Yunxi cutting his own arm with a sharp shard of glass?
What, what was happening?
She was shocked. "Brother Qin, are you alright?"
Du Ruoxin tried to approach Qin Yunxi to check his injuries, but was held back by the arriving Christiano, who wouldn't let her go forward.
Qin Yunxi's mind was racing, his rationality fragmented and intermittent.
Only the pain could keep him lucid.
He didn't know how many times he had cut, how much blood he had lost, before he finally stopped being dominated by desire.
His reason gradually came under his consciousness's control.
Enduring the agony of torn muscles, Qin Yunxi dragged his bleeding body, step by step, towards Grace.
His pupils dilated rapidly, his eyes bloodshot.
The moment Grace saw the man cut himself with broken glass, her vision was overwhelmed.
She—
Was frozen.
She hadn't expected Qin Yunxi to be so ruthless.
Not only Grace, but Miranda, Caroline, and Ning Ning were also stunned.
Caroline: This man... alas...
Miranda + Ning Ning: Has Qin Yunxi gone mad? Or does he have suicidal tendencies? Why did he hurt himself with broken glass? And so severely, with one gash after another, unstoppable blood flowing, flesh torn open.
How terrifying!
The women were all frozen simultaneously.
No one had expected the formidable Master Qin, feared by both the underworld and society, to engage in such self-mutilation.
"To make me leave..." Qin Yunxi grabbed Grace's shoulder, speaking word by word through gritted teeth, "You'd resort to any despicable method?"
Grace bit her lower lip tightly. Their eyes met, and she was stunned by the man's furious glare, momentarily losing her voice.
At this moment, Qin Yunxi was consumed by rage, a surge of bile rising in his throat.
It was like a feeling—he, clad in golden armor, wielding a silver spear, charging alone into an army of ten thousand to save his beloved woman, suspended high in the enemy's tower.
He cut through thorns and battled through blood.
With his extraordinary courage, martial arts, and the spirit of dying with his beloved, he forcefully carved a path through the enemy.
He was covered in wounds, he didn't know how many times he had been stabbed or shot.
But he finally reached her.
Leaping into the air, he severed the ropes with a single sword stroke.
He slowly descended, holding the severely injured woman.
But at that moment, the woman plunged a sword into his heart.
The scene froze, and so did his pupils.
It turned out that his desperate rescue, his desperate rush towards her, was merely a ploy by the enemy to lure him to his death.
The countless wounds all over his body, the blood flowing on the ground, were nothing compared to her sword.
[Grace, why would you do this?]
Grace's pupils widened, her mind going blank—she knew he was angry.
All her strength seemed to be drained by the man at that moment.
She almost couldn't stand steady.
Facing Qin Yunxi's injured, angry gaze, she—
Especially with the thick scent of blood forcefully filling her nostrils, Grace felt as if her throat was being choked, rendering her speechless.
"This time you send one woman, next time..." Qin Yunxi's teeth-gritting voice was filled with fury, "Will you send ten?"
His voice deepened, and his grip tightened.
His knuckles clenched, as if to crush the woman's shoulder.
Ah—
It hurt so much.
But Grace didn't cry out. The pain merely jolted her back to reality from the man's terrifying gaze. "Yes—"
She readily admitted, "I have many more methods to deal with you."
Grace's pupils reflected the man's injured expression and his blazing fury. Since the atmosphere had been built up to this point, if she pushed a little harder, provoked him a bit more, would he let go?
Grace looked back, disgusted. "Qin Yunxi, I can't stand men like you who only think with their lower halves."
"You disgust me."
"Even if I were to casually like any man, I wouldn't like you!"
The woman's undisguised disgust, her expression as if he were trash, was like stabbing Qin Yunxi in the chest.
His body radiated malevolence. "Is—is that so?"
Grace continued her insult. "Don't think that just because you have power and influence, all women in the world should submit to you. Qin Yunxi, in my eyes, you're worse than trash."
Qin Yunxi: ...Trash? She considered him trash?
The two stared at each other, eye to eye, as if trying to see through each other, to find out how cruel her heart was.
Qin Yunxi had never experienced such humiliation, such disdain. In his thirty years of life, he was accustomed to flattery and fawning.
This sudden insult ignited his fury, making him wish he could strangle the woman before him to death!
Grace widened her eyes and glared at him fiercely, not daring to lose even an inch in terms of presence, nor daring to falter.
But—
Why wasn't he giving up yet?
Just give up on her!
She had already used the most venomous words she could think of to curse him. If even this couldn't drive Qin Yunxi away, she truly... had no other options...
She had no strength left to refuse his entanglement.
"Say it again," Qin Yunxi's dark eyes trembled violently, his body shaking.
Grace said with undisguised disgust, "Qin Yunxi, I say you are trash, stinking and disgusting trash. I would like any man before—"
Her voice abruptly cut off.
Qin Yunxi's fingertips on the woman's neck tightened, gripping her throat. "Enough!"
As you wish.
Grace, as you wish.
If I like you again, I'm an idiot! A lunatic! A fool!