CHAPTER 272: CHAPTER 272: HIS LETTER

Li Tingmo looked at Bian Shu with an expression of sheer panic, words of plea choking in his throat. Before he could utter them, the door suddenly swung open.

It was Bian Yue who realized something was wrong and turned back to check.

As soon as Bian Yue opened the door, she saw Li Tingmo lying in a pool of blood, barely clinging to life and looking at her.

His eyes were filled with a desperate will to survive. Seeing Bian Yue, he urgently and laboriously spoke, "Bian Yue... Bian Shu has gone mad! Quick, save me!"

Bian Yue was even more shocked upon witnessing this scene.

In her heart, Bian Shu had always been the calm and harmless older sister, but at this moment, for Ji Anshen, she had actually taken up a knife.

Bian Yue found no grounds to blame her. If she were in her shoes, and if this matter involved Shen Jinci, Bian Yue wouldn’t be able to remain uninvolved either. Even... Bian Yue thought, she might do the same thing as Bian Shu.

However, when she left, Bian Yue hadn’t thought over it this much.

Now, with a tight feeling in her heart, she urgently said, "Sister! Put down the knife, I’m begging you!"

Bian Shu looked at Bian Yue expressionlessly, her eyes tender. She smiled, and the knife in her hand clattered to the floor.

When she spoke, her voice was hoarse, "I’m sorry Yueyue, I’ve caused you trouble!"

Bai Xu had already led the doctors in, and they quickly carried Li Tingmo away.

Bian Yue stepped over the pool of blood, walked up to Bian Shu, and looked down at her hand, her voice still uncontrollably trembling, "Sister... are you hurt?"

Bian Shu shook her head, peacefully looking at Bian Yue and smiling, "Yueyue, I’m fine. Tell me, do you think Li Tingmo will die..."

"If you killed someone..." Bian Yue took a deep breath, her words laden with repression and difficulty, "what am I to do?"

"I won’t make things difficult for you. If Li Tingmo dies, I will confess. I’ve already decided, I’m willing to pay with my own life for his death!" Bian Shu calmly spoke those shocking words.

Bian Yue frowned, patiently explaining, "But I’m already handling this matter. I will make sure everyone involved gets what they deserve."

"It’s not the same," Bian Shu shook her head stubbornly, emphasizing each word, "This concerns An Shen, only I have the right to deal with it..."

Hospital, surgical ward hallway.

Bai Xu had just spoken to Li Sihe on the phone, reporting everything that had happened in the office.

Li Sihe’s reaction was subdued, only instructing him to find the best doctors to save Li Tingmo.

Bai Xu couldn’t grasp what Li Sihe was really thinking; he seemed indifferent to the point of being unfeeling, as if nothing could shake him emotionally.

He asked Bai Xu, how are the collaborations going?

Bai Xu replied that the proposal would soon be delivered to Miss Bian, but he wasn’t sure if Miss Bian would choose it.

"She will," Li Sihe’s tone was lazy and light, even a faint smile could be detected as he said nonchalantly, "I understand her too well."

At that moment, Bai Xu stood in the hallway, staring at the continuously glowing red light of the operating room, barely perceptibly furrowing his brow.

Behind him, footsteps approached, causing Bai Xu to compose himself and turn around.

It was Bian Yue arriving with Shen Jinci, the man’s demeanor cool and detached. Perhaps due to Bian Yue’s heavy anxiety, he deliberately accommodated her, indulgently following behind her.

Bai Xu walked towards the two, locking eyes with Shen Jinci, then nodded and turned to Bian Yue, whispering solemnly, "Miss Bian."

"What did the doctor say?"

"The doctor... doesn’t know yet. Miss Bian Shu’s stab was very deep, and Mr. Li Senior is, after all, old and may not survive..." Bai Xu paused as he glanced at the expression on Shen Jinci’s face, then continued, "But rest assured, Miss Bian, I am here and will handle everything properly."

"I never thought Bian Shu would suddenly act out. I am responsible since things have developed to this extent. If he wakes up and has any requests, let me know. Please don’t go to Bian Shu." Bian Yue, watching Bai Xu, her voice hoarse, said, "Vice President Bai, please take care of it."

Bai Xu looked at the earnestness on Bian Yue’s face, his expression unreadable. When he spoke, it carried a subtle probing tone, "Miss Bian, protecting Bian Shu like this, knowing her actions are illegal, is that considered bias?"

Bian Yue’s face paled momentarily, and beside her, Shen Jinci’s tone was icy, "If he wakes, there’s no need to find Bian Yue, come directly to me. Bian Shu is now in my hands, and should he have any issues, direct them to me."

Bian Yue gazed blankly at Shen Jinci, who then took her hand and bowed his head, his cold demeanor dissipating as he spoke softly, as if afraid of scaring her, "Yueyue, let’s go. I’ll take you home."

Bian Yue didn’t know what came over her. Before she could say anything, tears began to fall.

Lately, she seemed to cry very easily.

Shen Jinci frowned but in the next moment, he wiped her tears as if no one else was present, obviously not caring that Bai Xu was watching.

"I don’t know what’s wrong with me... today, I just seem to cry easily..."

"It’s okay," said Shen Jinci. "Everything is okay."

Bian Shu went to the suburban house where she once lived with Ji Anshen.

After so many years of neglect, it had gathered a thick layer of dust.

Bian Shu walked in, her eyes reflecting a dazed look.

Those events from the past were vivid in her mind, but the decay in front of her was even more evident.

Bian Shu didn’t know how much time could turn memories hazy, but for her, everything remained as it had been, unchanged.

That rainy night was torrential; she had stumbled as she left, bumping into many objects, having no time to look back.

Now, standing at the bedroom door, she saw an envelope on the bed.

Its vivid color lay by her pillow, begging for another glance.

How had she not seen it then?

Bian Shu’s throat burned and tears streamed down; her strength drained in an instant, and she hardly knew how she reached the bedside.

Bian Shu knelt on the floor, her hands trembling as she reached for the envelope, her movements quivering non-stop.

The yellowed paper carried the scent of time, instantly pulling her memories back to that rainy night.

Bian Shu thought she must truly be mad, imagining Ji Anshen on a sunny, windless day, sitting at a desk and writing a letter during that stormy night.

Bian Shu bit her lip hard, gathering all her courage to open the letter.

The handwriting was that of an old friend, gentle yet clear, elegant without losing its firmness.

It was as if Bian Shu saw Ji Anshen sitting before her, the words on the letter felt like his very narrative.

He wrote, "Xiao Shu, when I write this letter, you are asleep beside me. And when you see this letter, I might no longer be in this world. Promise me, do not look for me."