Ya Ren began to feel cold, but whether it was due to the blood loss, oxygen deprivation, or Sun Jingwei's eyes, devoid of any compassion as he stared down at him without mercy like an angry god, it was hard to tell.
"Which eye do you want to lose?" Jingwei asked, as though he was inquiring about his favourite dishes. "Choose before I choose for you."
Ya Ren began shaking his head furiously. "No - no I -"
"Jingwei, you don't have anything to take his eye out with," Xue Ning reminded him. It seemed like Jingwei's mind was consumed by thoughts of revenge, and he would not rest until he executed his plans. "Leave his eyeballs alone."
Xue Ning didn't doubt his ability, but she knew that he would be horrified at himself the moment the fog of rage and vengeance wore off. She didn't want him to do something he would regret in the heat of the moment.
So she had to snap him out of it.
"Then shall I take off a hand instead?" Jingwei asked, entirely serious. "Or maybe a foot?"
"How do you even - "
"What's going on here?!" Captain Mu barked as he entered the room, quickly taking in the utter disaster that greeted his astonished eyes.
When a man stumbled into Sun Haowei's room uninvited, he was immediately apprehended by his team. But instead of struggling to escape, he began to babble about how Sun Jingwei and his wife were fighting corrupt officers stationed at his door, and how one of them had a knife, and there was blood everywhere -
It sounded like ridiculous nonsense. They would have ignored it, if not for the man promising to shed light on the drugging incident.
So Captain Mu took a few of his men to the room where the man claimed fighting was going on. And what a fight it was. It made bar brawls look tame.
The heart monitor was lying broken, its components strewn all over the floor. The hospital bed was tilted on its side. A short distance away, a chair laid broken on the floor, along with a prone body, knocked out with bruises all over his face and a wound on the back of his head.
That would already be concerning enough, but Sun Jingwei's corner of the room was a lot more terrifying!
Blood pooled from where Sun Jingwei was standing, his clothes stained with blood, and the dark red stain was steadily growing bigger on the marble floor. The walls did not escape unscathed, blood splatters decorated the usually pristine walls, creating a grotesque mural.
"Jingwei! Are you hurt?!" Captain Mu exclaimed. With so much blood lost, how could Jingwei still be standing?
"Don't worry, Captain Mu," Jingwei said, his eyes still focused on the man he held by the throat. "It's not mine."
Captain Mu felt a strange chill go down his spine at Jingwei's casual words. He wasn't even panicking or frightened!
Since when did Sun Jingwei have the courage to stab a man?
For his fiancee perhaps. Captain Mu realised this as he took a careful look at Miss Li, who was wrapped in a blanket, looking like a shell-shocked survivor as her bloody hands grasped the blankets tightly to prevent them from falling.
"Good timing though Captain Mu, you are just the man I want to see," Sun Jingwei continued pleasantly. "You have a weapon, yes? Can you gouge out this man's eye for me?"
"I could, but we should make sure he remains alive and conscious for it," Captain Mu said gently, his heart beating quickly at Jingwei's words.
The youngest son was a wastrel with a good, soft heart - he wasn't a cold-blooded killer, or someone willing to torture people on a whim.
Something must have happened for him to lose his morals!
He caught Miss Li's eyes, and she gave him a pleading look. Clearly her words weren't reaching him through the bloodlust.
"You're right Captain Mu," Jingwei said after thinking about it for a moment. "There's no point torturing someone if he's not conscious enough to feel it."
Behind him, Xue Ning gave him a look of horror.
"Excuse me? What torture?" Was Sun Jingwei going to turn into some sort of villain she saw in mafia dramas?
"Exactly, Young Master Sun, let our doctors look him over and then we can proceed to interrogate them." Captain Mu said. Then he gave Xue Ning a meaningful look.
"More importantly, you and your wife may need medical attention and new clothes. I'll handle both prisoners in the meantime."
"Right, I'll leave it to you then," Jingwei said and promptly threw Ya Ren's body on the floor as though he was an unwanted sack of potatoes. Jingwei didn't even wait for it to hit the floor, he immediately turned to hug Xue Ning in concern.
(Behind him, Ya Ren's body fell to the floor with a dull thud, causing a tiny splash of blood.)
"How do you feel? Do you need a doctor? A psychiatrist? Anything?" Jingwei asked, as he looked over her anxiously.
Xue Ning gazed into his eyes, and only saw eyes that were filled with love and concern for her. There was no rage or hatred.
It was as though his earlier bloodlust was just a product of her imagination.
Jingwei was hugging her with the same hands that were strangling Ya Ren not a minute ago. She wonders what it says about her character, that instead of feeling afraid or disgusted, she just felt comforted and safe.
Jingwei would never hurt her. She leaned into his hold and breathed him in, clutching at his bloody shirt with her cold hands, slimy with blood. The fear that she was trying to suppress was now finally let loose, and she couldn't stop her body from trembling as she took in huge gulping breaths to calm herself down.
She shuddered as she remembered the feeling of Ya Ren's hand on her bare breasts.
It was so disgusting! She took in a large gulp of air and nearly choked. She wanted - needed - to scrub herself clean!
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