The doctor fled in panic. Jiang Dongling suddenly seemed to lose strength, his shoulders drooping, emanating an air of despair. Chen Jing watched him quietly.
After a long silence, Jiang Dongling finally composed himself and squatted by the bed. “Guo’er,” he spoke with determined eyes, gently caressing her pale face, forcing a smile: “Don’t believe what that doctor said. I’ll definitely cure you.”
Chen Jing glanced at him, feeling somewhat sympathetic: “Okay, I believe you.” Jiang Dongling’s eyes grew moist, and he suddenly lowered his head, burying his face in her palm spread on the bedside. Chen Jing moved her hand slightly, feeling it was damp – he was crying.
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Sometimes, he couldn’t help but wonder if he had committed too many sins, so heavy that even Heaven dared not punish him, seeking revenge on Guo’er…
Jiang Dongling tightened his grip on her arm, tears sliding down from the corner of his eye.
The kiss gradually stopped, Jiang Dongling’s lips drawn tight, his eyes red as if ready to kill, his expression restrained yet fierce, tears flowing continuously.
He had harmed her.
“If there really is no antidote,” Chen Jing wiped away his tears, persistently picking up the conversation that was interrupted earlier, “After I die, will you do something for me?”
Jiang Dongling choked, his face ashen: “You won’t!”
That word “die” was like a curse, and he didn’t dare to say it again.
Chen Jing’s gaze was gentle, yet merciless: “Dongling, stop deceiving yourself.”
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When Jiang Dongling came out of the room, the low pressure emanating from him was so cold it could freeze someone to death. The servants were silent, lowering their heads, terrified of provoking this madman and being killed on the spot.
Surprisingly, the second master of the Jiang family summoned his adjutant and actually ordered him to do good deeds in his name.
The adjutant couldn’t help but look surprised.
Jiang Dongling gave him a cold glance, scaring him into immediately following the order and fleeing as if chased by a ghost.
After that day, all the people of Ji Zhou were shocked.
Could the notorious killer Jiang Second Master actually care about refugees? Was he poisoning them?!
