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

As Lu Jinci dragged Song Yunqi backward, his footing faltered slightly as he crossed the threshold, and the strength of his arm around Song Yunqi's neck loosened slightly.

In that instant, the young man's hands, which had been hanging limply at his sides, suddenly rose up and precisely grabbed the man's right wrist, which was tightly gripping the pistol!

With his last bit of strength, he swiftly dug his five fingers into the gaps in the tendons of the other man's wrist. Using the force of his falling body, he flipped his arm and wrist upwards, turning the dark muzzle of the gun around and aiming it straight at Lu Jinci's forehead!

"you……"

Lu Jinci was caught off guard, and his expression changed drastically.

He instinctively raised his right leg, wanting to kick the young man who was resisting in his arms.

Just as the sole of his shoe was about to touch the other person's side, he caught a glimpse of the other person's deathly pale face, and his mind suddenly went blank for a moment for some reason.

Song Yunxi's health is too poor now, and she is very vulnerable.

This kick could cost a baby, which is a minor matter, but it could also kill the adult.

For reasons unknown, his previously tense muscles suddenly relaxed, abruptly stopping him from kicking.

But after the delay, it would be too late to take any further action.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out at extremely close range.

Because Song Yunqi was exhausted, and the two were entangled in a physical struggle, the bullet's trajectory was slightly off, failing to hit Lu Jinci's forehead precisely, and instead piercing through his right shoulder joint.

Blood splattered everywhere!

Lu Jinci screamed in pain as his entire right hand instantly lost all feeling. The severe injury from the shattered bones caused his large hand to lose all strength, and the pistol clattered to the ground.

Freed from her restraints, Song Yunxi also fell onto the floor tiles, her knees and elbows throbbing with pain.

But he dared not pause for a moment. He lunged forward, picked up the pistol, gripped the handle tightly with both hands, pulled the bolt, and pointed the dark muzzle directly at Lu Jinci's forehead.

Lu Jinci knelt on the ground, his left hand pressing down on his right shoulder, which was gushing blood, while his entire right arm hung limply to the side.

He raised his head, and his face, covered in mud and blood, looked particularly sinister.

Looking at the young man in front of him, who was breathing rapidly and whose arms were trembling, the madness in his eyes gradually faded, leaving only a complex and incomprehensible bitter emotion.

"Are you going to kill me, Yunqi?" Lu Jinci asked in a hoarse voice.

Song Yunqi gripped the gun with both hands, the cold muzzle swaying slightly with his trembling fingers. His high fever made his vision somewhat blurred, but the hatred in his eyes was crystal clear.

"I know you have a lot of grievances against me, but I never intended to kill you."

Lu Jinci looked at him for a long while, then slowly exhaled and chuckled self-deprecatingly:

"But in all these years, besides pressuring me to get married, in what way have I wronged you?"

"I admit that the Lu family has indeed done many heinous things. I would have no complaints if anyone wanted to kill me."

"But if it's you, it would be too heartbreaking for me."

Song Yunqi bit her lower lip, blood trickling from the corner of her lips, her knuckles turning white from the excessive force, yet she still couldn't pull the trigger.

"If I didn't cherish you, I would have already devoured you. How could Shen Chonglu have gotten there first?"

Ignoring the blood seeping from his shoulder, Lu Jinci locked his eyes on him and said, word by word:

"That year in the study, my father said he wanted you. I was just making up an excuse to appease him, saying that you were an object I was raising to savor slowly, and that he shouldn't touch you."

"But I never expected that you would listen to everything, and from then on you began to distance yourself from me as if I were a plague."

"But Yunqi... do you know, if I really wanted to treat you like some toy I could play with at will, something I wanted to enjoy slowly, how could I have gone over a decade without touching you?"

At this point, Lu Jinci himself was momentarily lost in thought.

He genuinely loved Song Yunqi.

I liked him from the first moment I saw him.

He pulled the other person out of the mud and shielded him behind him; that was the only clean treasure he had ever wanted to keep since his youth.

But at some point, over the long course of time, he gradually lost himself.

How many sons of the powerful and wealthy aren't womanizers? Especially since he was born a chosen one. Although he didn't make a move on Song Yunqi, he never remained chaste for her either.

Because he loved his precious child dearly and didn't want him to be tainted by filth, he unleashed all the vulgar and obscene thoughts in his mind onto other people, only occasionally touching Song Yunqi to relieve his cravings.

He also frequently used business trips as an excuse to go to the Pink Mansion, where he would vent his frustrations on those who had been modified and whose bodies resembled Song Yunqi's.

The lie I used to appease my father had, through the brainwashing of time, become one that I myself had come to believe.

He began to look down on Song Yunqi, no longer regarding her as an independent and free person, and even thought that he could keep her indefinitely by force and shackles.

This is a huge mistake.

It wasn't until this moment, when the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against his forehead and he saw only bone-chilling coldness and disgust in Song Yunxi's eyes, that Lu Jinci suddenly realized what was happening.

The trust he tore apart with his own hands, the warmth he destroyed with absurd lies and a cage, he has long since regretted.

Everything is beyond repair.

"I...I..."

Song Yunxi's breathing grew heavier and heavier, and her whole body felt cold.

The gun was still pointed at the other party.

Back in the Lu family, Lu Jinci was indeed very good to him and took great care of him.

That youthful friendship truly existed.

But everything was ruined.

It was completely ruined by Lu Jinci's selfishness and desire for control.

Think of Su Shen, think of Meng Zhaoyuan, and then think of the child who was almost aborted...

He couldn't forgive this man.

Song Yunxi's eyes were red and swollen, tears streaming down her cold cheeks, her hands trembling uncontrollably.

He knew he should shoot, but when he actually faced that familiar yet unfamiliar face, his past feelings were like a taut string, firmly holding back his index finger from pulling the trigger.

I can't press it down.

The evil deeds committed by the Lu family are indeed unforgivable, but if it weren't for the Lu family, I might not have survived to this day. I might have been sold to another organization by my own father and disappeared without a trace.

Seeing the struggle in his eyes, Lu Jinci smiled slightly and said slowly, "You like me too, don't you?"

"Otherwise, why didn't you fire?"

"Bang!"

A cold, crisp gunshot rang out without warning in the confined space.

The bullet pierced Lu Jinci's forehead with perfect accuracy, drawing a spurt of blood.

Lu Jinci's smile froze instantly, and all the gloom, regret, and obsession in his eyes vanished in that moment.

His body swayed slightly before collapsing heavily into a pool of blood, where he fell silent once more.

Song Yunqi's ears were ringing from the sudden loud noise, and her hands slipped, causing the pistol to fall to the ground.

He collapsed, trembling all over, and looked back shakily.

A few steps away, Shen Chonglu, dressed in a black combat uniform, stood tall, blocking the pale sunlight from outside the door.

The gun in his hand was still emitting wisps of smoke, and his usually handsome face was now devoid of any warmth, his eyes as gloomy as a demon descended from hell.

Shen Chonglu coldly sheathed his gun, not even bothering to glance at the corpse on the ground again.

"How dare they morally blackmail Yunqi?"

The man stepped forward through the mess, his voice low, cold, and harsh, carrying a disdainful and menacing aura:

"He couldn't bring himself to do it, but I could."

"Go in peace."

After saying this, the murderous intent in Shen Chonglu's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a surge of heartache and panic.

He threw down the gun in his hand, knelt heavily on one knee, opened his arms and tightly embraced Song Yunqi, who was lying on the ground trembling, wrapping her bare legs with his wide robe.

"It's alright... Yunxi, it's alright."

Shen Chonglu buried his face in the crook of the young man's neck, his voice choked with emotion:

"I'll take you home."