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Chapter 46: The Plan to Take Down the Commander (14)

“Ningxi… Ningxi…” Song Zhishu suddenly fell silent, her gaze turning fierce. Before Ningxi could react, she had already grabbed her neck tightly.

"Give me back my Yu'er! Give me back my Yu'er!" Seeing that Ning Xi had already rolled her eyes, Song Zhishu quickly let go, helplessly looking at her trembling hands. In the end, she had no choice but to kneel on the ground. The last string that held her pitiful self-esteem broke, and she buried her head and broke down crying.

"...Send her back." Ji Rong looked at Ning Xi, who was struggling to breathe, and felt little heartache or sadness. He waved his hand and said wearily.

"Actually, I've already thought about what I should give her for her wedding." Song Zhishu raised her eyes, her swollen, tear-filled eyes devoid of any emotion. "That silly girl, saying she'd be with me forever, how could that be?" Song Zhishu shook her head, smiled as she stood up, and under Ji Rong's hesitant gaze, walked to the bedside and gently called, "Yu'er, wake up."

"The weather is so nice today. Didn't you say we were going to fly kites together? They didn't come today; they went to someone else's house for dinner. Shall I go with you?" She gently stroked Yu'er's head.

"Your hands are so cold." Song Zhishu's gaze darkened, then she suddenly smiled brightly and said, "It's alright, they'll warm up soon." Ignoring Ji Rong beside her, she walked straight over and brought over a basin of boiling water, murmuring: Soon... soon...

Ji Rong watched her actions with confusion until she saw her prepare to put her icy hand into the basin. Then her eyes sharpened, and she stepped forward to snatch the basin of water back. In the struggle, Ji Rong's hand became red and swollen from the heat.

"Are you crazy?!" Ji Rong slammed the basin to the ground with a loud thud. The poor wooden basin spun a few times before finally falling to the ground, its surface faintly reflecting the intense anger in his aggressive eyes.

"Shh..." Song Zhishu was not intimidated by the terrifying aura surrounding Ji Rong. She simply put her hand to her lips and smiled broadly, "Don't talk, it's too noisy. Yu'er is sleeping." There seemed to be something added to that smile, and something missing.

"Sleep my ass! Open your eyes and look! Are you kidding me with those big eyes?! She's dead! She's dead!" Ji Rong suddenly became furious as she looked at the blisters on her hands.

"She's not dead!" To everyone's surprise, the other person suddenly became agitated. Song Zhishu glared at him, almost hysterically, and shouted, "You've always acted like it's none of my business! Ji Rong, do you know? Yu'er has been with me for seventeen years. Now, because of this tiny thing, she's been tormented to death by your so-called lover! Tell me, who am I supposed to settle this score with? Who am I supposed to settle this score with!" Her eyes were filled with tears.

How could that girl from before bear to let this fragile young lady suffer even the slightest grievance? Even if the person on the other end was a cold-faced military officer who struck fear into the hearts of everyone.

You know, how come someone so lively is suddenly lying stiffly on the bed, completely motionless? She used to have such soft, delicate cheeks…

"Ji Rong, I really can't trust anyone anymore." Song Zhishu turned around, and Ji Rong couldn't see her face clearly, but could only vaguely see two lines of pitiful tears: "I only have myself left."

"So I don't know what I can do. Tell your Ningxi to be careful. Otherwise, it would be a joke if she went out one day and got stabbed to death by a madman." Song Zhishu smiled and said, "Commander Ji, take care, don't see me out."