The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

"Su Shen! Stop torturing yourself!"

Seeing the young man's forehead begin to fester, with crimson liquid sticking to his skin and stray hairs, Song Yunqi finally couldn't hold back any longer. Despite the burning sensation in her eyes, she grabbed the other man's arm.

He tried his best to stop the other person from kowtowing any further. The two bodies were intertwined on the cold floor tiles, tangled and pulling at each other in a chaotic mess.

Su Shen possessed immense strength; it was the frantic struggle of someone on the verge of collapse.

"...It was my fault that she died...I'm so sorry to her..."

Normally, if Su Shen were held and comforted in the arms of someone he liked, he would blush and be at a loss for words, too shy to speak.

But now he has completely broken down, his voice is hoarse, and every time he speaks, there is a murmur of blood and foam in his trachea.

He frantically tried to break free from Song Yunqi's grasp, flailing his arms wildly, the torn wounds leaving glaring bloodstains on the young man's snow-white shirt cuffs.

Shen Chonglu watched in terror, pacing anxiously in circles.

Worried that Su Shen's unintentional actions might harm Song Yunqi's unborn child, and not daring to forcibly separate the two, he could only stand between them and try his best to protect his wife.

Song Yunqi knew that Su Shen was emotionally agitated at the moment and could easily hurt herself and the child, but she still refused to let go.

He placed his knees on either side of Su Shen's pelvis, pressed his chest firmly against the other's violently heaving back, and pulled him into his arms from behind, trying to soothe the out-of-control youth.

"It's not your fault... Su Shen, listen to me, the fault lies with the Lu family and the mansion. You've done your best and haven't let Auntie down..."

Song Yunqi whispered in Su Shen's ear, tears sliding down her cheeks and falling into the bloody skin of Su Shen's neck.

The scalding tears fell onto his battered flesh, causing Su Shen to flinch involuntarily.

Due to the pneumonia he had contracted from his previous drowning, coupled with his current intense emotional turmoil, his breathing became extremely rapid.

His lungs pounded violently like a broken bellows, each breath accompanied by a piercing wheezing sound. In just a few seconds, his bloodshot eyes rolled back, his face turned from deathly pale to a terrifying bluish-purple, and he gripped his own neck tightly with both hands, making a suffocating "hoarse" sound.

"Doctor! Someone come quick! He's suffocating!!"

Song Yunqi immediately realized something was wrong, and hurriedly hugged the convulsing body in her arms, shouting for help.

Shen Chonglu's expression also changed drastically. He took two steps to the ward door, forcefully pulled it open, and roared into the corridor, "Doctor! Nurse!! Come quickly and save him!!"

The silence was soon broken by hurried footsteps.

Several doctors and nurses in white coats rushed into the ward in a panic, pushing an ambulance. Seeing the blood everywhere and Su Shen on the verge of suffocation, the attending physician's expression changed drastically.

"Severe pneumonia has caused acute respiratory failure! Quick! Prepare to administer pressurized oxygen via ventilator!"

The nurses quickly stepped forward and worked together to lay Su Shen's body flat on the hospital bed.

The attending physician drew out a colorless liquid and quickly injected it into the vein under Su Shen's skin.

Immediately afterwards, a transparent pressurized oxygen mask was tightly fastened over Su Shen's mouth and nose, and the green oxygen bag was rhythmically and tightly squeezed by the nurse, forcibly pumping oxygen into his spasming lungs.

Under the effects of sedatives and the flushing of high-concentration oxygen, the young man's violently convulsing body gradually calmed down, but his bloodshot eyes, due to lack of oxygen, remained fixed on the urn in his arms that he had not loosened his grip even slightly.

Ignoring the bloodstains covering her body, Song Yunxi stumbled and knelt down beside Su Shen, her tears falling onto his hand, which was covered in needle marks.

He held Su Shen's cold, convulsing fingers, his voice choked with emotion, barely forming coherent sentences:

"Cheer up... Lu Jinci is dead, the culprit who hurt you has been punished, and the remaining managers of the mansion are all in Shen Chonglu's hands."

"If you want revenge, I can take you there right now."

"Tear out their tendons, skin them alive, make these beasts pay a hundredfold for the sins you suffered..."

Su Shen, wearing an oxygen mask, turned her head slightly.

A thick layer of white mist instantly condensed inside the transparent mask, obscuring most of his delicate, pale face.

Those once clear, bright, and gentle eyes now resembled a stagnant pool, devoid of hatred and anger, leaving only a heartbreaking numbness and disorientation.

He shook his head extremely slowly, his lips curving into a ghastly, almost painful smile beneath his mask, a faint whisper escaping from the edge of the mask:

"It's no use..."

As she spoke, she blinked, and two wet streaks slid down her temples into her hair.

"It's no use, Mr. Song..."

Even if they were torn to pieces... even if they were all wiped out... my mother would never come back.

The voice was as light as a wisp of smoke that might dissipate at any moment, without any inflection, yet carrying an empty, dying quality.

Song Yunqi was speechless. All the comfort and promises she had prepared turned into a sharp knife stuck in her throat, stabbing her heart until it was bloody and mangled.

The waveforms on the electrocardiogram monitor jumped on the screen, emitting a monotonous sound.

Under the influence of the medication, Su Shen gradually fell into a deep sleep.

The attending physician wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and after confirming that Su Shen's breathing rate had temporarily stabilized, he whispered a few instructions to the nurse before turning and leaving.

The young man on the hospital bed had his eyes closed, and a transparent oxygen mask was covering his face, the inside of which was covered with white mist.

Although he had lost consciousness, his arms were still tightly wrapped around the urn, his ten fingers digging into the splinters on the edge of the urn, and no one could budge it an inch.

Shen Chonglu half-squatted beside Song Yunqi, his long arm loosely embracing the other's slender waist.

The man's handsome face was shrouded in shadow. His dark eyes swept over the bloodstains on the ground and Su Shen's horribly disfigured forehead, finally settling on Song Yunqi's filthy shirt cuff.

His palms rubbed against the skin through the fabric, protecting the young man's still-flat stomach.

"Yunqi, the ground is cold, get up."

Song Yunxi did not stand up immediately. His eyes were red and swollen, his gaze fixed on that bloodless face, and his lips trembled slightly.

"I'm worried he won't make it... His only pillar of support has collapsed, I'm worried he won't make it."

Shen Chonglu took a deep breath, reached out and grabbed the other person's slender shoulders, using a skillful touch to pull the person up from the floor tiles and into his arms.

"Everyone has their own destiny, so you don't need to blame yourself too much. His mother had already passed away before you met Su Shen."

"Moreover, without you, Su Shen would not have been able to leave the mansion alive."

Shen Chonglu took off his coat and wrapped it around Song Yunqi, looking down at the young man's pale face. His voice became sterner, filled with lingering fear and dissatisfaction:

"I do sympathize with him, but your action of hugging him just now was too risky. Did you expect someone who has lost their mind to be gentle? If anything happens to you and the baby because of him, I won't let him off the hook."

Upon hearing this, Song Yunxi lowered her head and let the other person hug her tightly.

He knew that his impulsive attempt to calm the crazed Su Shen was indeed too reckless, and if he had been accidentally injured in the lower abdomen, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

The young man clutched at Shen Chonglu's sleeve, his voice softening as he obediently admitted his mistake:

"I'm sorry... I know I was wrong."

With this concession, Shen Chonglu, who had just been sullen, immediately lost his temper.

Seeing the tears in Song Yunxi's eyes and the redness on the tip of her nose, the man's heart softened completely, and he could no longer bear to be angry.

He quickly took out a clean handkerchief, cupped the other person's face, and gently wiped away the tears and bloodstains from his face.

"Alright, alright, I won't say anything more to you. Look at you, crying like a little kitten."

The man sighed helplessly, coaxing her softly, his tone full of indulgence.

However, before her face could be completely wiped clean, Song Yunxi's body suddenly stiffened slightly, her hand instinctively pressed against her lower abdomen, and her brows furrowed slightly.

Perhaps it was the day's travel, coupled with the intense emotional fluctuations and strain, that caused a dull, aching discomfort in my abdomen.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Shen Chonglu's expression changed drastically, and he instantly became tense.

"My stomach... feels a little uncomfortable," the young man said softly, without hiding anything.

Shen Chonglu's heart was in his throat.

Song Yunqi's physical condition was special, and he absolutely could not just go to any ordinary hospital for treatment. He made a decisive decision to take people to a nearby private hospital under the Shen Group for a detailed examination.

But seeing Su Shen still unconscious on the hospital bed, the two were reluctant to leave him alone there.

Song Yunqi simply called Meng Zhaoyuan, who had just left.

But before the call could go through, the phone was snatched away by a jealous Shen Chonglu.

On the other end, Meng Zhaoyuan received a call reminder from Song Yunxi as soon as he entered the company gate. He happily clicked to answer, but what he heard was Shen Chonglu's demand that he come back immediately to keep him company in bed. He was so angry that he cursed wildly.

But upon hearing that Su Shen had encountered trouble and that Song Yunqi was also feeling unwell, she still rushed back, grumbling and cursing.