Tang Jia was slightly moved, and Chu Zheng was full of love. Their relationship began to become ambiguous, beyond friendship but not yet love.
A delinquent publicly confessed to Tang Jia, blocking her twice and touching her hand. Chu Zheng appeared as a fragile white flower, mustering courage to stand in front of Tang Jia and getting beaten bloody. Tang Jia heroically saved him, but secretly kidnapped the delinquent, tortured him for days, and escaped.
Chu Zheng expertly played the victim, appearing weak and being carried to the hospital. He bribed a doctor to say he had stomach pain and was beaten, needing hospitalization. Tang Jia felt sorry for him, and Chu Zheng took the opportunity to confess. Tang Jia hesitated but agreed.
Validated, Chu Zheng became more extreme, giving Tang Jia a necklace with a hidden listening device. Anyone who approached Tang Jia was killed.
Their relationship stabilized in college, and they married after graduation.
Chu Zheng became increasingly controlling, requiring Tang Jia to explain her every movement, timing her outings, and if she was a second late, he would tie her to the bed. His foreplay was romantic, but he would stop at the last moment, claiming it was punishment.
Finally, Chu Zheng was reported for murder but nothing was found. The male and female leads ended up together, and the story concluded.
Chen Jing, who had finally read the entire story: “………………”
The nurse sister frowned and reinserted the IV needle into Xu Jing’s vein, earnestly advising her to be careful next time and not to move her right hand, as a misaligned needle would only hurt herself.
Xu Jing’s face turned pale, and she heard the advice and pursed her lips with an unpleasant tone: “Get out.”
The nurse was stunned, her expression turning somewhat ugly, and she gathered her things and walked out.
The nurse walked out angrily and accidentally bumped into someone, dropping her items on the ground. A muffled grunt came from the other person, and she quickly lowered her head to apologize: “Sorry, sorry, it’s my fault for not watching where I was going. Are you okay?
“I’m fine.” The other person bent down, picked up the dropped items, and handed them to her, speaking softly: “Your things.”
The nurse accepted them, and he politely nodded and walked past her.
