Qi Yu, who was following behind, saw the blood and even suspected that he had heard the sound of bones cracking.
He was so frightened on the spot that he would rather have died.
Even though he knew that things had become serious when the doctor explained Meng Ruozhao's purpose for going to the hospital,
he thought that Pei Jiangmu would immediately abandon his long - drawn - out plan and take Meng Ruozhao away at once.
He never expected that he would do this.
The surroundings were deathly silent, only the heavy and violent gasps of Pei Jiangmu could be heard.
Qi Yu didn't dare to make a sound. He quietly sent a message to the doctor, asking him to wait nearby.
At this moment, Pei Jiangmu slowly raised his head. His blood - shot eyes stared fixedly at a certain point in the void.
His eyes were empty, yet burning with the wildest and most paranoid flames.
Qi Yu noticed that there was no more shock, no more pain in them.
All that remained was a completely ignited desire for destruction and possession, like a determination to perish together with the enemy.
She had killed his child.
And now she was going to prepare for pregnancy for someone else?
This thought was like a poisoned noose, tightening around his neck.
It was almost about to snap the last string of his so - called "reason".
He wanted to drag this woman, who dared to betray him and escape from his control, along with the "future" she fantasized about, into the abyss of eternal doom without hesitation.
So what if she didn't want to? So what if she had someone else in her heart?
He had made her lose her memory once. He could make sure that she would never see or even remember the person she loved.
...
At a critical moment, he suddenly remembered Meng Ruozhao's clear eyes.
He remembered that when she was still a young girl, she would follow behind him, her eyes full of admiration.
"Thank you, Brother Jiangmu, for helping me. I knew Brother Jiangmu was the best."
He also remembered that in the French villa, she became more and more unhappy and silent...
If he were to lock her up by his side regardless of the consequences, his rose would wither away slowly, wouldn't it?
In Qi Yu's shocked gaze, the corner of his mouth very slowly curved upwards.
It wasn't a smile, but a twisted arc from the depths of hell.
It carried a creepy calmness and an absolute madness that presaged an approaching storm.
"Go and find out the truth about the child," he murmured. His voice was as soft as a whisper, but every word was like poison, icy cold.
It suddenly rang out in the deathly silence, announcing the approaching storm.
Qi Yu nodded repeatedly. "Okay, okay. I'll have someone look into it right away."
After a moment, he bravely asked, "Should we stop Miss Meng from knowing the result?"
Pei Jiangmu shook his head. "No. Let her know."
Qi Yu didn't understand him, but he didn't dare to question either. He just said, "What about your hand... I've already called the doctor over."
If Mrs. Pei saw it, it would be a big deal.
Pei Jiangmu suddenly retracted his hand. The knuckles were a bloody mess.
He didn't even look at the wound. He just slowly and extremely stiffly put the injured hand into his trouser pocket.
As if he wanted to hide the evidence of his loss of control.
"I don't need a doctor. I'll go back and change my clothes first. You keep an eye on Ruozhao.
Don't let Yan Qiubai be alone with her. Do you understand what I mean?"
The evening light fell on his face, illuminating half of it clearly while the other half was buried in deep shadow.
He seemed to have regained his calm. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't be able to tell that he had lost control just now.
But Qi Yu still didn't dare to meet his eyes.
Because the cold chill that warned others to stay away still emanated from his body.
"Understood. I'll do it right away."
Qi Yu lowered his head even more. His back was soaked with sweat again and again.
Pei Jiangmu didn't say another word. He turned around. The bodyguards immediately stepped forward and pushed open the heavy, carved iron gate of the Pei family's old mansion, which symbolized supreme power.
He couldn't show himself in such cheap clothes.
So he deliberately avoided everyone in the family and entered his private suite through the back door.
After returning to the room, he first went to the bathroom to wash the blood off his hands.
The surroundings were deathly silent except for the sound of water.
The smell of blood mixed with the fragrance of cedar filled the enclosed space.
Pei Jiangmu stood in front of the sink, looking down at the wound on his hand.
His chest still heaved with the after - effects of the storm.
Every breath tugged at the invisible wound in his heart that had been repeatedly torn open.
The cold water washed over the blood. The stinging pain made his muddled mind clear for a moment.
He expressionlessly treated the wound.
He changed into a custom - made shirt and suit that were neatly ironed and spotless, emitting a cold cedar fragrance.
He wrapped all his embarrassment, rage, and wounds tightly under this layer of elegant and noble disguise.
In the mirror, except for the lingering, thick, and sinister look deep in his eyes,
he was still the young master of the Pei family who was in control of everything.
During the time he was changing clothes, he had already found an excuse for Meng Ruozhao in his heart.
The eyes that had just burned with a storm of destruction.
Now were filled with a bottomless, cold blackness.
Anger still burned in his bones, gnawing at his reason.
But another more twisted and paranoid belief, like a life - saving straw, firmly grasped him:
"Ruozhao must have had her own difficulties back then."
"She didn't do it on purpose. Otherwise... otherwise she wouldn't have returned to France with me, and she wouldn't have stayed by my side for the past two years."
This thought was like a powerful shot of adrenaline, supporting his tottering spiritual world.
He needed this "truth".
He needed this reason to fill the huge black hole blown out by that report.
To maintain his precarious belief of "having Meng Ruozhao".
He remembered some details again.
After they returned from the Spring Festival that year, she often had nightmares.
Once, she even woke up crying.
When he asked her about it, she always said it was because she had watched a horror movie.
He knew she liked those movies, so he scolded her for being childish and forbade her to watch them again.
Now that he thought about it, her nightmares might have been about this surgery, right?
It was his negligence.
He didn't even know that she was pregnant. He even had a cold war with her because of her alienation. He was really stupid.
The man who had just been extremely angry was now deeply self - reproachful.
But how could she hide such a big thing from him?
...
When he stepped into the brightly lit living room filled with the smell of expensive incense,
as expected, he saw his mother, Mrs. Pei, in her elegant and noble figure, and... sitting beside her, the daughter of the Cui family, Cui Ran, wearing a proper dress and sipping tea gracefully.
As soon as she saw him, a smile immediately appeared on Mrs. Pei's well - maintained face.
"Jiangmu, why are you back so late..."
Before she could finish her sentence, her eyes accurately caught sight of Pei Jiangmu's hand that wasn't completely covered.
The hideous blue and purple bruises and the bandage on the knuckles were particularly eye - catching against his fair skin.
"Oh my God! Your hand!"
Mrs. Pei cried out in shock. She immediately stood up, and the concern on her face turned into anger.
"What happened? Who did this?"
She quickly stepped forward, trying to touch his hand.