Chapter Sixteen: You Killed Her!

Looking at Shen Qingli lying on the ground, Luo Yu narrowed her eyes and kicked her again.

“Stop pretending to be dead in front of me. Get up!”

As she spoke, she landed another kick on Shen Qingli, but the woman remained motionless. A dark glint flashed in Luo Yu’s eyes.

She then turned her gaze to the other two men, her smile turning icy cold. “Didn’t you want to torment this woman?”

“She’s right here in front of you now. Go ahead and have your fun.”

As she finished speaking, she glanced once more at the unresponsive Shen Qingli, her face clouded with gloom.

“If you serve her well, I’ll give you each an extra sum of money. How about it?”

The scar-faced man and the driver hesitated, but at her words, they exchanged glances and grinned slyly.

Seeing their reaction, Luo Yu spoke in a chilling tone. “Three million for each of you.”

As long as Shen Qingli died and she became Mrs. Lu, what was a mere three million? There was nothing she wouldn’t give up.

“Alright, we’ll take care of this for you,” the two men agreed gleefully, moving toward Shen Qingli with lecherous smiles.

Luo Yu stood aside, waiting to see Shen Qingli beg for mercy. She even took out her phone, intending to record everything.

Just as their fingers were about to touch Shen Qingli’s chest, a figure shot in as swift as the wind.

“Ah!”

Both men cried out in pain, kicked violently against the wall, stars exploding before their eyes.

Before they could recover, someone grabbed them like chickens.

Xie Jinchuan stared at the scar-faced man in his grip, his gaze as dark as night. “You’re looking for death.”

His icy voice was like a frost, chilling the scar-faced man to the bone.

In the next instant, he was flung aside, his head slamming into a pillar, and he passed out cold.

“Wait, no, I know I was wrong—I really know I was wrong…” The driver backed away in terror, stumbling to his feet in a desperate attempt to flee, but was kicked down from behind.

“So filthy!”

Xie Jinchuan’s voice was glacial as he ruthlessly crippled the driver’s arms and legs. The man would likely spend the rest of his life bedridden.

Luo Yu, trembling as she watched the murderous aura radiating from Xie Jinchuan, kept retreating.

“Lu—President Xie…”

Xie Jinchuan’s cold gaze landed on Luo Yu, then on the knife in Shen Qingli’s chest. The emotions he’d tried to suppress finally burst forth.

“Did you kill her?”

She shook her head, but her hands and feet trembled. “No, no, President Xie, I was forced…”

Before Luo Yu could finish, she felt a hand tighten viciously around her neck.

“Lu—President Xie…” she choked out, seeing the murderous intent in his eyes. A chill shot from her feet to her heart, and she struggled to escape his grip.

But his hand only tightened. Thinking of the knife in Shen Qingli’s chest, Xie Jinchuan burned with the urge to make Luo Yu pay with her life.

“You deserve to die!” he ground out, his grip tightening further.

Outside, the sky, once bright, was suddenly swept with dark clouds. As Luo Yu’s breath grew more labored, the storm clouds above thickened.

A deafening crack of thunder boomed over the factory. With a dark expression, Xie Jinchuan flung the nearly suffocated Luo Yu aside.

Glancing at the stormy sky, he strode over, scooped Shen Qingli into his arms, and rushed toward the hospital.

Luo Yu slumped to the ground as she watched Xie Jinchuan leave in a hurry with Shen Qingli in his arms. She knew it was over for her.

What Luo Yu didn’t know was that a black mist peeled away from her and flew toward the outskirts.

An Yan, enjoying himself in the villa, caught sight of the distant lightning and narrowed his fox-like eyes.

“Tsk, it’s really—”

Before he could finish, the black mist darted back, and An Yan closed his eyes in thought.

Seeing the images carried by the black mist, a smile played at An Yan’s lips. So Xie Jinchuan was angry—perhaps it would be harder to make a move on him now.

But then An Yan’s smile deepened.

“Isn’t this the perfect time to devour him?” he mused, and with that, he vanished without a trace.

At the Central Hospital, Xie Jinchuan’s face was grim as Shen Qingli was wheeled into surgery.

“President Xie, I’m sorry, but you’ll have to wait outside,” a nurse said, stopping him at the door.

He sat on the bench, his expression dark as night.

Soon, a crowd poured in—the Lu and Shen families had arrived.

“I heard something happened to my daughter?” Shen’s father asked with a look of concern, though his eyes betrayed insincerity.

Xie Jinchuan frowned. “Where did you hear that?”

Shen Jingrong, following behind her father, quickly replied, “President Xie, we saw the news in the media and rushed right over.”

“If something happens to my sister, what will I do…” Shen Jingrong’s eyes reddened as she spoke, though inside she hoped Shen Qingli would die and spare her the trouble of acting.

“Yes, Qingli is our daughter. We entrusted her to your Lu family, so you need to give us an explanation,” Shen’s father said, his face mournful, but his words betrayed his true intent.

Xie Jinchuan looked at him coldly. Even a fool could see he was here for money.

“Hah, your daughter hasn’t even had the wedding with our Jinchuan yet, and you’re already here asking for compensation?” Old Master Lu said with a cold face, feeling a twinge of sympathy for Shen Qingli, whose fate was still uncertain inside.

How did she end up with a father like this?

He didn’t care if his daughter lived or died—he only wanted to extort.

“She’s already registered with your family! If my daughter dies, you owe us an explanation!” Shen’s father persisted. Even if Shen Qingli died, the Shen family deserved compensation.

Listening to their endless arguing, Xie Jinchuan’s face grew even darker.

Shen Jingrong tugged at her father’s sleeve, signaling him to stop. Watching Xie Jinchuan’s expression, she wished she could gag her father herself.

How could she ever become Mrs. Lu like this?

“Have you made enough noise?” Xie Jinchuan’s icy voice instantly silenced the chaos outside the operating room.

Shen’s father snorted coldly. Every word he had spoken seemed to be for Shen Qingli’s sake, but each one was about compensation from the Lu family.

Click.

The door to the operating room opened, and the doctor looked at Xie Jinchuan.

“I’m sorry, President Xie. We… couldn’t save your wife. When she was brought in, her heart had already stopped…”