noticed she was wearing yesterday's clothes. There should still be some prepared beforehand in her closet.He is very particular about cleanliness. He would feel uncomfortable wearing yesterday's cloth...Another elevator door opened, and Cao Fang, Cao Yuan, Qin Heng, and Li Qin rushed out.

"Mr. Huo!" Cao Fang's face turned pale, and he shouted to the approaching bodyguard, "Keep an eye on him!"

Cao Yuan supported Huo Mingzheng's other arm, allowing Fu Yancai to come out of his embrace. Bloodstains on the back of her hand had already dried, but the pungent smell hit her nostrils again and again, leaving her mind blank.

Things happened in just five seconds. Everyone came back to their senses from the sudden surprise.

The fruit knife plunged into Huo Mingzheng's right shoulder. Chen Shu was kicked to the ground by Ji Lin, but the fruit knife remained stuck in Huo Mingzheng's shoulder, which showed just how much force he had used.

The black cashmere sweater couldn't make out the bleeding clearly, but there was already a small pool of blood under Huo Mingzheng's feet.

"Azhen, Azhen, how are you" Li Qin's face was as pale as paper, her fingertips touching his blood, her eyes instantly reddening.

Qin Heng's face turned cold, and he quickly ordered, "Send him to the nearest hospital first."

Huo Mingzheng had lost too much blood, his lips were unnaturally pale. He looked at Fu Yan with complex eyes, then was supported by Cao Fang and Cao Yuan into the elevator, his body weak and boneless.

Fu Yan subconsciously took a step forward, Li Qin stood in front of her and Qin Heng also entered the elevator.

The elevator doors closed, the red numbers flickering, but they weren't as startling as the bloodstains on the floor.

"Little Yan'er, are you hurt" Ji Lin grabbed Fu Yan's shoulders and quickly checked her over.

She wore a white coat, the left shoulder stained crimson with blood, but the garment itself was not torn. It wasn't her blood. Her back was marked with dark red bloodstains, and those weren't hers either.

Ji Lin let out a breath of relief, but at the same time, he was so scared that his spine went numb. He couldn't help but kick Chen Shu in the back. Chen Shu was pressed to the ground by the bodyguard.

He never would have imagined that Huo Mingzheng would take the blade for Fu Yan.

There was only a fraction of a second, not nearly enough time to react.

He and Fu Jing were both trained athletes, with agility beyond ordinary people. He only reacted when the fruit knife was inserted into Huo Mingzheng's shoulder, kicking Chen Shu over.

At that speed, it must be instinct.

How could Huo Mingzheng possibly deal with Yan...

A tugging sensation came from his sleeve. He turned back, and Fu Yan was pulling him, her face devoid of blood, white almost to the point of transparency. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, like a blade of grass swaying in the wind, as if it could be broken at any moment.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, her throat tight and scratchy, as if she could barely speak. “I…”

Ji Lin frowned. He had never seen such a state of Fu Yan before, he hurriedly wrapped her icy hand with his large hand, "I know, I'll take you there right away."

"You've been drinking, you can't drive." Fu Hanlin said calmly. "Fu Jing will drive you and Xia Xia back. I'll send Fu Yan to the hospital."

As soon as Huo Mingzheng's car drove away, Fu Hanlin knew it was likely going to the nearest hospital, which he guessed was the Cohospital.

The Bugatti drove smoothly on the road. Inside the sealed cabin, the bloody smell on Fu Yan's body was faintly spreading, the same as Ho Mingzheng. She felt a splitting headache and her mind went blank in waves.

Fu Hanlin turned his head to glance at her, then silently looked away.

......

Huo Mingzheng fainted soon after getting on the car. Li Qin's heart skipped a beat as she stared at the fruit knife stuck in his shoulder, biting her lip and tears streaming down her face, trying not to make a sound.

In contrast, Qin Heng was much calmer. He had already checked Huo Mingzheng and it was highly likely that he wasn't seriously injured.

All he could do was make a visual observation. He would need to go into the operating room to know for sure.

He scowled.ou want to gossip, don't do it in my hospital room."Hu Mingzheng's voice was as cold as ever, and perhaps because his body was still weak, it sounded a little broken."Sorry, Zhege," Zhong Yang immedia...