vstars Chapter 781 It’s Me, Teng Zijing
Chapter 781 It’s Me, Teng Zijing
In An's warm and elegantly decorated private apartment bedroom, the breeze blows gently, and the curtains sway like a nimble dancer.
On the big white bed, An Yu was immersed in a dream, with fine beads of sweat on her face, full of fear.
She clutched the quilt tightly with both hands, and her body's instinctive tension reflected her fierce resistance.
In her dream, An Yu was trapped in a secret room in the school library. When she found that the door had been locked by the administrator, fear instantly spread in her heart.
She banged on the door in panic and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Is there anyone there? Help me?" However, all she got in response was endless silence.
When no one answered, she panicked and slowly squatted down on the ground along the door panel. She felt her breathing becoming increasingly difficult and her vision gradually blurred.
At this moment, An Yu's claustrophobia suddenly broke out. A burst of sparse sounds came from her. She looked subconsciously and saw dense beetles and centipedes rushing towards her like a tide.
She frantically scratched her body, trying to drive away these horrible creatures.
At the same time, the scenes of her childhood in the cave kept reappearing clearly in her mind.
At this extremely tense moment, a tall figure approached An Yu. A deep, magnetic voice rang out, "Don't be afraid. I'm here with you."
As he spoke, the man gentlemanly lifted her up and carried her sideways. An Yu instantly felt an unprecedented sense of security, as if all her fears had vanished in that moment.
However, when she opened her eyes and looked at the man, no matter how hard she tried, she could not see his appearance clearly and could only vaguely make out the vague outline of his appearance.
An Yu seemed to have caught a ray of light in the darkness, and she couldn't help but shout out loudly: "Beichen, is that you?
Beichen! I knew that in this secret room, the person who saved me would be you." Her voice was choked with sobs, full of surprise and anticipation.
At this moment, that deep voice sounded again, with a hint of barely perceptible anger: "What's so good about Qiu Beichen? Why do you love him so wholeheartedly?"
The sound seemed to come from the dark abyss, echoing in the silent room, making An Yu shiver.
An Yu's body suddenly stiffened. At this moment, she keenly caught the familiar tone and unique anger in the voice.
A name popped up in her mind: "Teng Zijing?" Her voice was filled with deep surprise, and the ending syllable trembled slightly.
As if she couldn't believe her own judgment, her eyes were full of surprise and confusion. In the darkness, the person with her hands tightly around his neck was actually Teng Zijing.
"No, no, Beichen!" An Yu shook her head frantically, as if trying to get rid of all the fear and anxiety in her heart.
Her voice was trembling, with a mournful cry, almost begging, "You must be angry with me, right, Beichen?
I know that because of Teng Zijing's despicable and shameless behavior, you suffered great humiliation and trauma physically and mentally, so you chose to jump off the building out of despair..."
In her words, pain was like a surging tide and self-blame was like a sharp thorn.
Tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes, running wild in the darkness, as if to wash away all the regrets in her heart.
At this moment, her mind was filled with only one thought, as if as long as she kept repeating it,
She can let the "owner of the voice" hidden in the darkness confirm that the one she has always believed she loves deeply is...
The person who took away her first kiss and saved her in the secret room was Qiu Beichen, and the person she loved deeply and unreservedly for seven years was also Qiu Beichen.
Now An Yu is unwilling to accept the fact that the person who saved her in the secret room was actually Teng Zijing, and that she has been loving the wrong person for the past seven years.
That voice came faintly again, as if seeping out from the depths of endless darkness: "How many times do you want me to tell you?
It was me, Teng Zijing, who saved you in the secret room! Qiu Beichen, who the hell is he? " His voice was filled with disdain and anger, like a surging undercurrent.
"He watched you being insulted but didn't even have the courage to stand up and save you. Is he worthy of being called a man?
He is not worthy of being your Anyu's man! His death has nothing to do with me.
He can only blame himself for his conservative thinking, cowardice and incompetence!" Every word was like a heavy hammer, striking and echoing in this silent space.
The words that Teng Zijing said in the yard of Uncle Oli's ranch flashed through An Yu's mind like lightning.
"What's so good about Qiu Beichen that makes you fall in love with him so wholeheartedly?"
An Yi tried to defend herself: "He is considerate and gentle, always thinking of me, understanding me and loving me.
Whenever I encountered difficulties and setbacks, he was always there for me, offering me comfort and support."
Teng Zijing laughed sarcastically and said, "Is this what you call his goodness? When I first witnessed the drunkard teasing you, and even when I did that to his beloved,
He just keeps regretting and does nothing. Is this what he calls love? Ask yourself, do you think this is what a normal man should do?
This is clearly corrupt and a display of extreme cowardice. He doesn't deserve your love at all!"
In an instant, anger clouded her mind. Without thinking, she suddenly raised her hand and slapped Teng Zijing hard with all her strength.
There was a crisp "bang" sound, like a sudden thunder exploding in the night sky, which was particularly harsh in the silent night.
Teng Zijing's voice rang out again: "So you're angry? Are you simply unwilling to accept this fact, or are you just finding out that you've been in love with the wrong person for seven years?"
hum...
In the darkness, the mocking voice lingered in An Yu's ears like a ghost, seeping into every inch of her thoughts.
An Yu's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand. She was extremely entangled and the pain spread wildly in her heart.
Her lips trembled slightly uncontrollably, and she kept repeating the words: "You have always loved the wrong person, hum hum, you have always loved the wrong person..."
This voice seemed to carry endless magic power, attacking her rational defenses again and again.
In this vortex of pain, An Yu suddenly woke up from her dream, her forehead covered with beads of sweat, and her pajamas were soaked with sweat.
She opened her eyes wide in fear, gasping for breath, in the silent night,
A voice of "No, Teng Zijing" came out of his mouth, as if to dispel the fear and entanglement that followed him like a shadow in his dream.
At the same time, in Kuncheng Central Hospital, the director had just received the news when his expression instantly became serious. He hurried towards the door of the operating room as fast as the wind.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the hospital corridor was as tense as a taut bowstring. A group of well-equipped armed personnel in uniforms,
They are lined up neatly on one side of the corridor, like an indestructible wall, exuding a cold and serious atmosphere.
On a bench not far away, sat an old man in a neat military uniform.
Every wrinkle on the military uniform seems to tell the story of the glorious past, and the badges on the epaulettes sparkle with a cold luster under the light.
The old man had a stern expression and eyes as sharp as an eagle. He supported his knees with his hands, his back straight, revealing an innate majesty.
Deng Zhouyi, who was standing aside, lowered his head, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, and wished he could bury his head in the ground.
His heart was in turmoil, he was extremely confused and had no idea how to report to the old man the reason why Teng Zijing was assassinated.
His fingers twisted together unconsciously, his knuckles turned white from the exertion, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. In the silent corridor, one could hear his slightly rapid breathing due to nervousness.
As soon as the dean received the news and heard that the old man was coming to the hospital in person, his heart tightened. He did not dare to delay at all and hurried to the door of the operating room.
The scene that came into his sight shocked him. The old man's face was ashen, like the gloomy sky before a storm, exuding a chilling aura.
A young man stood in front of the old man, his head lowered almost to the ground, and he looked embarrassed and uneasy, as if he had done something wrong.
Looking next to them, there were two noble ladies in gorgeous cheongsams. Their postures were elegant but they could not hide their anxiety at the moment.
Teng Junhao, the helmsman of Fengteng International, also had a complicated and tangled expression on his face. At this moment, the dean could not help but feel restrained.
Fine beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead, gleaming with nervousness under the light.
I thought to myself that something was wrong, and hurried forward, bowed slightly, and greeted nervously: "Oh, old leader, I didn't know you were coming, it really made me feel very anxious.
I just learned that Mr. Jing is receiving emergency treatment in our hospital. You can rest assured. The doctors in our hospital are all experienced.
The skilled doctors will definitely give Mr. Jing the most appropriate treatment.
We've specially arranged a lounge for you. How about you wait there? It's really inconvenient for you to stay here."
After hearing the dean's suggestion, the old man looked towards the corridor, and the row of soldiers standing in neat rows instantly came into view.
He thought about it for a moment and immediately realized that such a scene was inappropriate in a hospital setting.
He made a decisive move and gave the order in an unquestionable tone: "Leave one group behind to ensure Zijing's safety. The rest of you, all retreat!"
After saying that, he turned to look at Deng Zhouyi and said coldly and oppressively: "Follow me!"
When the dean saw that the old man accepted his arrangement, he immediately took a step back respectfully, made a gesture of invitation, took the lead and led the way.
The old man followed closely behind with steady and powerful steps. Deng Zhouyi heard the old man's instructions,
Although I was very nervous, I could only follow them obediently and go to the temporarily arranged lounge with them.
At this moment, Teng Junhao, his wife Ling Ya, and Deng Zhouyi's mother Deng Min were standing at the door of the operating room with complicated expressions on their faces.
They watched helplessly as the old man and Deng Zhouyi walked away, their hearts were filled with mixed emotions.
He was worried about Teng Zijing's condition in the operating room, and was also full of uneasiness and speculation about the old man's move to take Deng Zhouyi away. For a moment, he was overwhelmed with so many thoughts that he couldn't put them into words.