As she spoke, the tip of the knife sank a bit more, and a trickle of blood seeped out of the woman’s chest.
Ji Shiting’s pupils contracted. He couldn’t take it anymore, rushed to the woman and grabbed her wrist!
However, the woman seemed to have become stronger, and she was afraid that she would hurt herself. Although Ji Shiting pulled her wrist away, he couldn’t take her knife away immediately.
“Let go,” he yelled.
“No.” The woman scoffed, and continued to use strength.
Ji Shiting looked solemn. He had countless ways to subdue her, but they could all hurt her.
The woman’s eyes glinted in the next second. She suddenly turned the knife in the same direction as the man but it was too late for Ji Shiting to notice.
The knife stabbed into his chest.
Ji Shiting groaned and grabbed her wrist. “Shengge!”
Blood was already seeping out of his chest, and the woman’s pupils dilated with excitement. She continued to push the fruit knife forward, but she was dazed when she heard the man call out with emotion.
The woman’s expression changed, and the child-like expression disappeared from her face.
She relaxed her grip, but she was still holding the knife. She then looked up and saw the man’s pale face.
Ye Shengge let go of the handle of the knife, looking shocked and confused. She thought she was dreaming.
Ji Shiting stumbled and leaned against the wall, trying to balance himself.
“Shengge.” He called the woman’s name, still smiling. “Don’t be afraid. Listen to me. Call Qiao Yanze and Sun Ye immediately and ask them to bring the doctor here. Tell them you’re sick… Don’t let the servants of the villa in, do you hear me?”
“Shiting?” Ye Shengge started to tremble. “What happened? What happened to me? It’s me…”
“It’s not you. Listen, it has nothing to do with you, okay?” Ji Shiting reached out to him and smiled. “Come here.”
Ye Shengge couldn’t help grabbing the man’s hand. Seeing the blood flowing out of his chest and the fruit knife in her hand, she couldn’t help tearing up.
Was this a dream? She should definitely be dreaming!
“Listen to me.” The man’s voice was broken, but his tone was firm. He grabbed her hand as if he was trying to pass his strength to her. “I’ll be fine. What you need to do now is to make a phone call. The password is… Don’t let the servant know that I’m the one hurt. Got it?”
He couldn’t help coughing as his face paled.
Ye Shengge couldn’t say anything. Her mind was still in a mess, but she realized that she wasn’t dreaming. She had to send that man to the hospital as soon as possible.
She kept nodding and said, “Okay, okay… Shiting, wait for me. Hang in there…”
She then rushed to the head of the bed, picked up Ji Shiting’s phone, and stumbled back to the man. She opened her contacts and called Sun Ye.