An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 154 "I promise you."

From the first stirrings of night until the deepest darkness, the floor was a mess, and the room was silent.

Chu Yao was exhausted. Artificial gastric lavage was a huge undertaking, and she had to handle three things at once, making it difficult to manage everything.

The entire process is operated by only one person, and there are too many details to pay attention to. It is a test of both skill and physical strength, which is both mentally and physically exhausting. Moreover, the patient is unconscious throughout the process and difficult to control.

Chu Yao collapsed onto the carpet, exhausted, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. To her left was a ceramic basin containing the last batch of rinsing solution, which she hadn't yet poured out.

Lying to his right was another man, equally exhausted, who appeared to be unconscious.

Chu Yao stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, her eyes vacant. The ceiling was made of off-white plasterboard with its edges meticulously carved into elaborate and delicate scroll patterns.

In a daze, it was as if she had returned to the cage that had imprisoned her for decades.

In the luxuriously decorated room, I would often lie on the large bed in despair and helplessness, my tears soaking the entire night.

When her tears had completely dried and the bloodstains on her body had mostly scabbed over, what she saw when she opened her eyes was a clean and exquisite off-white plasterboard ceiling.

After living in this house for a whole week, Chu Yao found herself with a bit of leisure for the first time, and began to carefully examine the patterns on the ceiling.

A slight noise came from beside them. Chu Yao turned her head at the sound, and their eyes met. After a short while, they both saw the relief of surviving a disaster in each other's eyes.

Then they all laughed together, as if by unspoken agreement.

Chu Yao simply turned to lie on her side, her right cheek lightly disappearing into the carpet's plush. She called his name: "Jiang Zheng."

This was the first time she had addressed him by his first name.

"Hmm," his voice was very hoarse, to the point of being somewhat unpleasant to hear.

The two of them were lying very close together, close enough that she could see the clusters of black eyelashes on the man's face, still clinging together after being soaked with tears or sweat.

His eyebrows were wet, forked, drooping, and wispy, making him look less handsome and even somewhat disheveled, but his face was inexplicably attractive.

It must be thanks to those eyes, right? Chu Yao came to a general conclusion.

They seemed never to have been extinguished; the light hidden beneath a pair of dark pupils was ever-flowing. It seemed that no amount of pain or hardship could erase them.

Chu Yao's voice was very soft: "Can I talk to you about something?"

"what?"

"If you don't get addicted to drugs this time, you'll set me free after you get out."

Before the man could react, Chu Yao hurriedly added, "You saved me twice before, once bringing me back from Xu Penggang's study, and once in the garage."

I saved you twice before, the night you were shot and the night of your birthday banquet.

So, we're even now. Now, including this time, if I helped you, will you let me go, okay?

"You saved me just to negotiate with me?"

Chu Yao shook her head. "It might not be entirely true. I can't explain it clearly, but after I saved you this time, I suddenly really wanted to save myself. I've never thought of it this way before."

Jiang Zheng smiled: "Okay, I promise you."

I promise you, I will make sure you leave here alive.

After getting the answer she wanted, Chu Yao lay back down.

"Chu Yao," Jiang Zheng suddenly spoke, hesitatingly uttering the following words: "Why...why...did you cry back then?"

Chu Yao was a little taken aback. "Then? When was that?"

"It was... before you pumped my stomach."

"Uh," Chu Yao didn't expect him to ask this. She paused for a moment, then asked him a question instead of answering: "Then why didn't you let me lift your head back then?"

Jiang Zheng fell silent.

Neither of them answered the other's question, but they each had their own answers in their hearts at that moment.