Mad Dog CEO and his beautiful assistant

This time the iron gate was wide open, and there was no obstruction. There was no young novice blocking the door, and no one asked any questions. The bodyguards respectfully stood in two teams. Ali personally greeted Shen Qin as he entered the door, and politely escorted him all the way to the second floor.

Shen Qin took a deep breath and pushed the door open. On the bed, which was wide enough for somersaults and jumping around, lay a thin figure, quiet and obedient, not seeming alive.

The cool, stylish and unruly black hair that he usually groomed now covered his forehead softly, looking as listless and listless as its owner.

The uniform dark bed sheet made the face look as pale as paper. It was rare, Shen Qin sighed. The usually healthy and radiant honey-colored skin could actually turn into such an extremely sickly white. Was he determined to risk his life to survive?

"Boss, Assistant Shen is here." Ali tiptoed forward and spoke softly, as if if he spoke louder, the human figure on the bed would break.

Shen Qin looked at the drip, then along the dropper at the pale, bony hand. Ali's pleading reached her ears: "The doctor has been here and gave him a fever-reducing injection. The boss is in a very bad condition. Assistant Shen, if you have anything to say, wait until the boss feels better. Let him get better first, please."

Ali gently closed the door. Shen Qin turned and met a pair of lifeless yet unclosed black eyes. It was an eerie description, but Shen Qin felt that this was the most appropriate description of these eyes. Hidden within the deadness was a desire to live against death, unwilling to resign, unwilling to surrender, unwilling to die.

This desire to survive became more intense and vigorous because of him, and her eyes became more lively and brighter. Those eyes locked onto him tightly, calm and passionate, sad and joyful, the two were contradictory, yet integrated and harmonious.

What's going on here?

Why did it become like this?

Why not take care of your body?

These words were stuck in his heart, and he couldn't say a word. Shen Qin didn't want to say anything. It was useless to say anything, it was all nonsense.

He didn't even understand why he came, and what could he change by coming? If nothing could be changed, then what was the point of his journey?

If you don’t make a decision when you should, there will be chaos!

Shen Qin thought, why not just walk away? Giving someone hope and then extinguishing it with your own hands would be even more cruel. It would be better to give them nothing. But even though he thought this, his body disagreed and he didn't move at all.

Cang Yan seemed to have telepathy in an instant, as if he realized that Shen Qin was about to leave. His body suddenly twitched, and he struggled to get up, but failed. His lips moved, but he didn't say a word, which caused a violent coughing fit.

The tremor of the cough triggered a series of chain reactions. The dropper twisted like a snake, and even the needle that was inserted into the flesh seemed to begin to twist. Shen Qin suddenly felt pain in his hand. He was afraid that the needle would break in the blood vessel.

He took a step forward, held down the restless body on the bed, instinctively soothed the man's breathing, and unconsciously patted him. The chest and lungs under his hand, which were shaking violently due to coughing, were nourished for a moment by this subconscious warm comfort, and gradually calmed down.

Shen Qin was busy checking whether the dropper and needle were displaced. After all the unstable factors were settled, he looked into those eager eyes again.

"Is it interesting?" Shen Qin finally broke the shackles of silence.

He remembered what Cang Yan used to like to say: It’s so interesting as long as I’m with you.

But this time, Cang Yan did not say anything rude or tease anyone. There was only suffocating silence.

"Your body is yours, and it's up to you to decide whether or not to take care of it. Self-harm is the stupidest way to do it; it won't solve any problems."

Cang Yan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was mist in his eyes.

"I..." Cang Yan finally said the first word without coughing or panting.

"What?" Shen Qin subconsciously lowered his head and leaned closer to listen. The voice was too weak, like an illusion.

Cang Yan suppressed the urge to cough, tilted his head back slightly, and said with great effort, "I want... to drink porridge... and I want you... to make it..."

Shen Qin finally went downstairs obediently. Cang Yan liked to drink salty porridge. Shen Qin scanned the refrigerator for ingredients and had to ask Ali to go and buy a batch of fresh ones.

Ali picked a bodyguard, and the two of them trotted out happily, but Shen Qin couldn't laugh. It was just a bowl of porridge, what could change?

Soon after, the aroma of fresh meat porridge filled the entire villa, and this ice prison was instantly filled with the breath of human life, becoming lively and warm.

Shen Qin helped Cang Yan up, propped his head up with a soft pillow, and personally held the bowl and fed him spoonful by spoonful.

From a distance, the scene was incredibly warm and touching. But up close, Shen Qin's movements were gentle but her face expressionless, while Cang Yan's expression was gentle and docile, yet his features were filled with sorrow. The whole space was eerie.

Cang Yan ate two full bowls. No matter how slowly he swallowed, he would eventually finish. When he drank the last mouthful of porridge, his heartbeat suddenly beat like a drum, as if this was his final meal before execution. No matter how delicious it was, even if it was a delicacy in the world, it would lead to the road to hell.

Cang Yan didn't dare to speak, and even held his breath involuntarily. He hoped that Shen Qin would never speak again. He hoped that this moment would be frozen and the two of them would be in the same frame forever.

However, his hope was ultimately dashed, and Shen Qin's knife finally fell.

"This should be my last visit." He slowly adjusted his sleeves. His tone was gentle, but his words were as sharp as a ruthless blade. "As I said before, your body is yours, and the decision is yours. This is the last time I will give in to your weakness, but there won't be a next time."

From now on, no matter what happens to you, whether you live or die, it’s all up to you, and I won’t even look at you again.

No matter where you sleep, how many days and nights you freeze, or how you toss and turn, it's your business, not mine. I said goodbye, and that means we'll never see each other again, whether alive or dead. From now on, we'll each go our separate ways, and may we each be well.

Cang Yan, I'm serious. When I say we'll never see each other again, it's a farewell forever. Even if we meet again, we won't recognize each other. Once we part, we'll be strangers. I mean what I say!"

Shen Qin stood up quickly. Cang Yan pulled out the needle, but he fell off the bed due to his weak legs. He staggered to his feet and screamed: "Shen Qin——"

As soon as Shen Qin put her hand on the door handle, she was grabbed by a weak yet persistent force behind her. Cang Yan hugged Shen Qin around the waist, like a dying man clinging to a driftwood, refusing to let go.

"Don't go... don't go..." He was so weak after days that he couldn't even speak a complete sentence. He just stubbornly held Shen Qin tightly, repeating his plea over and over again.

Shen Qin's eyes suddenly became hot, burning so much that his eyeballs hurt. He hated himself for being so soft-hearted. He turned his head and leaned over to look at Cang Yan's pale, pleading face.

"Cang Yan, why are you doing this? The earth will continue to rotate regardless of who is around. No one is irreplaceable. Regardless of our fate, our relationship has ended.

Live a good life in the future and take care of yourself. You will be fine without me. Since we are destined not to be together, there is no point in getting entangled. Let go and both of you will be free.

He pried open Cang Yan's fingers one by one, bidding farewell to them amid Cang Yan's tears of near despair: "Goodbye, Cang Yan, we will never meet again."

"Shen Qin——"

Shen Qin ignored the heart-wrenching call, hurried downstairs, and turned a deaf ear to Ali's questions.

"Stop him——" Cang Yan desperately climbed the balcony railing and ordered with all his strength: "Stop him——"

In an instant, the bodyguards obeyed the order and immediately blocked the door. Some even attacked Shen Qin in an attempt to stop him from leaving and never coming back.