Belated Romance (Mu Tongrui)

Chapter 182

The sharp blade sank into the man's shirt inch by inch. Mu Tongrui's fingertips stiffened.

She heard the sound of the blade cutting through flesh!

She forgot to resist but Fu Lingye still held her hands and ram them deeper into his chest, his focus on her, “Rui, if you want my life, you have to push in harder.”

Mu Tongrui's face was ashen, her eyes red and tears welled up in her eyes. Her fingertips started to tremble.

“Fu Lingye, I have been plotting against you and even the trip to Lijiang Island...”

Her tears fell and landed on Fu Lingye's hand which still held hers.

The man frowned and his eyes shone as he spoke in a hoarse voice, “So, you really wanted to kill me.”

“I... yes.”

It was only once. She didn't realize she was in love with him but only liked him. In the beginning, she thought she would be happy to see him dead. But that night when she found out that he had indeed boarded the ship and something had happened, she sat on the beach feeling nothing but regret, remorse, and heartache.

When he appeared in front of her safe and sound with a slight smile on his face, she felt an impulse to let go of her revenge for her dad.

Fu Lingye lowered his head slightly, his forehead lightly touching hers. A hand still held hers while another supported the back of her head. He spoke in a loving tone, “Rui, if this can make you feel better, stab me harder.”

Mu Tongrui's body shook uncontrollably. Fu Lingye's hand that still held hers dug into his chest further as Mu Tongrui resisted with all her strength to pull it out, “No!”

The knife brushed past Fu Lingye's palm and fell to the floor with a clang! Both their hands were dripping with blood. Fu Lingye's black shirt was soaked in blood and stained the white tiles red.

Mu Tongrui was horrified. She pressed against the wound on his chest with her hands, “Fu Lingye, how are you? You...”

The man's big hands circled around her waist and locked her into a tight embrace. He lowered his head to kiss her pale lips.

Mu Tongrui's salty tears slid into both their lips. Fu Lingye gently kissed her tear-stained face. In a bossy tone, he told her, “Mu Tongrui, since you wouldn't do it, from today onwards, stay by my side obediently. You're not allowed to leave me... “

Mu Tongrui looked at him, tears streaming down, and sobbed, “But I almost got you killed in the deep sea. I lied to you and plotted against you. Don't you hate me?”

“Hate. But I'm even angrier.” The man paused, his brows knitted, “I'm angry that you're willing to team up with Qi Yanli but refused to tell me the truth. I'm angry at myself that I hadn't made you fall for me completely-”

Mu Tongrui was in a state of confusion as she wept, “Fu Lingye, why are you being so good to me...”

How am I supposed to choose.

I can't face you and I can't forget how my dad died. I am already in love with you.

With palms that were dampened with blood, her vision quivered and she said hastily, “I'll get the doctor!”

Fu Lingye held her down, “I'll go to the doctor myself to get bandaged. Don't go out. People will get suspicious.”

Mu Tongrui swallowed hard. How can he still be thinking about this at such a time?

Nonetheless, in her panicky state coupled with the blood-stained hands and clothes, she looked like she just committed murder and would definitely attract the attention of the police.

“But your injury...”

“I'm fine. It's not that deep.”

Fu Lingye settled her on the bed and ordered, “Stay here and don't go out. I'll be back.”

Mu Tongrui watched as Fu Lingye's figure retreated and her vision started to blur.

Why did daddy's death have to be connected to Fu Corporation and Fu Lingye? If only all of this was a misunderstanding.

...

Fu Lingye entered Jiang Xinghe's office.

Jiang Xinghe managed his wound as he studied them. With a frown, he asked, “Mu Tongrui did this?”

“Nothing to do with her. I forced it upon her.”

“Lingye, I've never seen you pamper a woman like this before.”

Fu Lingye's eyes darkened, “Pamper?”

As Jiang Xinghe sat on the chair and managed Fu Lingye's wound, he half teased, “You wouldn't even allow anyone to comment about her despite having stabbed you. No, this is love not pamper.”

Jiang Xinghe corrected himself thoughtfully.

“This may sting a little, bear with it.”

Jiang Xinghe cleansed his wound with some alcohol. Fu Lingye crossed his brows and shut his eyes, “I was just betting on the fact that she cares about me.”

“Love is like a gamble. Whoever falls first loses. Are you sure she's the one?”

Fu Lingye opened his eyes to look at Jiang Xinghe, “If I wasn't sure, this wound would have been for naught.”

Jiang Xinghe looked at Fu Lingye, startled. Both their lips twitched.

“Nonetheless, I have to remind you that after Qiao Sang's death, Qi Yanli went crazy. Mu Tongrui may not be able to pull out so easily.”

“It's been ten years since Qiao Sang died. This should end too.”

...

Once he was bandaged, Fu Lingye returned to Mu Tongrui's ward and pushed the door open. The woman had huddled herself into a ball, clearly badly affected by tonight's incident.

“Lingye...”

At the sound of the door being pushed open, Mu Tongrui's head snapped up. She heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that he was alright.

Fu Lingye strode over and burrowed the distressed woman in his arms. He patted her back tenderly and planted his thin lips on her forehead. In a soft voice, he asked, “Were you worried about me?”

Mu Tongrui gingerly rested her hands on his chest, “How is your wound? Is it serious?”

At the anxious look on her face, the man replied faintly, “I won't die just yet.”

At the word 'die', Mu Tongrui covered his mouth, “Don't spout nonsense. You're not allowed to say that word.”

Fu Lingye held her hands that was placed over his lips and gave it a gentle squeeze, “Can't bear the thought of me dying?”

His eyes burned. Mu Tongrui couldn't take the heat and lowered her head. She looked at the buttons on his shirt and realized that he had changed into a new one, “You changed?”

“Yes, the other shirt couldn't be worn anymore. I borrowed one from Xinghe.” Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

“Xinghe?”

“Don't worry, he's a man and a doctor here.”

Why is he explaining himself? I'm not suspecting anything. Moreover, which woman would wear such a large shirt.

Her cheeks warmed up but she was still worried about the wound on his chest. It was so close to his heart. Is he really fine?

Haltingly, she asked, “Can I look at your wound?”

Fu Lingye grunted, and did not object.

Mu Tongrui lifted her hands to unbutton Fu Lingye's shirt to reveal his shapely and sexy chest. Her ears flamed but as soon as she saw that white sash which exposed a tinge of bloodstain, her suppressed tears started to roll...