novelraw Chapter 0105 An Ineffective Hunger Strike
Chapter 0105 An Ineffective Hunger Strike
The afternoon sun was a bit too bright.
But the sunlight couldn't penetrate the bedroom, which had its heavy curtains drawn.
On the bedside table.
Lunch was placed on that exquisite tray.
Steamed sea bass, blanched bok choy, and a bowl of milky white crucian carp and tofu soup.
These are all foods that Wen Ning loves to eat.
It is also the most nutritious.
but.
It's already 2 PM.
The food had long since gone cold.
A thin layer of oil formed on the surface of the fish soup, making it look unappetizing.
The bowl of rice remained untouched, still retaining its original shape as if it had just been served.
Wen Ning huddled in the shadows at the corner of the bed.
She hugged her knees, resting her chin on her arms.
His face was as pale as paper, and his lips were dry, cracked, and peeling.
This was her second day in jail.
It was also the second day of her hunger strike.
She couldn't find any other way to resist.
They couldn't fight back, they couldn't escape, and they couldn't even send out a distress signal.
The only thing she could control was her own body.
Since he cares so much about her life or death, she will use this body as a gamble.
I'm betting he'll soften his heart.
She was betting he would let her go.
"Click".
The sound of the door lock turning.
Wen Ning flinched.
But she didn't look up, remaining in that defiant posture.
Jiang Ci walked in.
He had just finished dealing with an urgent document in his study, still wearing his pajamas with the sleeves rolled up, revealing a section of pale arm.
Upon entering.
His gaze first fell on the bedside table.
The plate of food remained untouched.
It was like a silent mockery, piercing his eyes painfully.
The temperature in the air dropped to freezing point instantly.
Jiang Ci walked over.
The footsteps were heavy.
He stood by the bed, looking down at the little woman curled up in a ball.
He didn't get angry immediately.
Instead, he reached out and picked up the cold bowl.
"Aren't you hungry?"
he asks.
The sound was eerily calm.
Wen Ning remained silent.
They lowered their heads even further.
"Don't you want to eat?"
He asked another question.
"Still not to your liking? Want something else? Western food? Japanese food?"
Wen Ning remained silent.
This is a silent confrontation.
"Clang!"
A crisp sound.
Jiang Ci slammed the bowl in his hand back onto the tray.
The soup splashed out and spilled onto the table.
"Wen Ning".
His voice finally turned angry.
He bent down, yanked off the blanket, grabbed her arm, and forcibly pulled her out of the corner.
"Are you trying to go on a hunger strike with me?"
He gripped her shoulders with such force that it felt like he wanted to crush her.
His eyes were sinister, like the sea before a storm.
"You're threatening me by harming yourself?"
"Do you think that if you're starving or faint, I'll feel sorry for you and let you go?"
Wen Ning was so dizzy from being shaken around.
She was already weak, and now she couldn't even sit up straight.
But she still stubbornly raised her head and looked directly into his eyes.
"Yes."
Her voice was hoarse, yet unusually firm.
You can imprison my body, but you can't imprison my heart.
"Jiang Ci, will you let me go?"
"Or... you can just watch me starve to death here."
"Want to die?"
Jiang Ci was so angry that he laughed instead.
That smile was cruel, twisted, and exuded a chilling aura.
"Wen Ning, you're too naive."
"Want to die in my hands?"
"It's not that easy."
He let go.
Wen Ning fell back onto the bed.
Jiang Ci turned around.
They did not leave the room.
Instead, he walked to a cabinet in the corner of the room.
That was the place he specifically used to store his first-aid kit and emergency equipment.
He opened the cabinet door.
He took out a portable IV stand.
There was also a bag of clear liquid and a set of disposable IV tubing needles.
That's a medical nutrient solution.
He had anticipated this day might come long before he brought her back.
He had made thorough preparations long ago.
Even if it's the most extreme way, we have to keep her here.
Wen Ning watched as he skillfully assembled the IV stand and hung up the IV bag.
Watching him tear open the packaging of the needle.
The sharp needle tip gleamed coldly under the light.
fear.
It came on overwhelmingly.
"What...what are you going to do?"
Wen Ning shrank back, her voice trembling.
Jiang Ci walked over with the needle in his hand.
He expelled the air from the tube and watched as a single, glistening drop of liquid fell from the tip of the needle.
"Since you don't want to eat."
"Then get the injection."
His tone was so calm, it was as if he were saying, "If you don't want to walk, then take a car."
"As long as vital signs can be maintained."
"I don't mind if you lie here like a vegetable."
"even……"
He narrowed his eyes, a hint of frantic possessiveness flashing in them.
"That would be better."
"Then you won't be able to go anywhere, you'll just have to lie obediently in bed and let me do whatever I want with you."
"No……"
Wen Ning shook his head frantically.
"I don't want a shot... Jiang Ci, you're crazy!"
Jiang Ci ignored her cries.
He sat down on the edge of the bed.
He grabbed her flailing hand.
He skillfully located the veins on the back of his hand.
Take out the tourniquet and tighten it.
Choose.
He held the needle close to her skin.
The icy touch made the hairs on Wen Ning's body stand on end.
"He eats his food obediently by himself."
"Should I just stick this in?"
"This packet of nutrient solution is enough to keep you alive for a day."
"You can go on a hunger strike indefinitely."
"I'll keep calling you."
"Until your hands are covered in needle marks, until you beg me to let you eat."
He was serious.
Wen Ning figured it out.
Jiang Ci has no bottom line anymore.
He would do anything to keep her alive, to keep her in the world.
The feeling of powerlessness from being forcibly deprived of control over his body completely shattered Wen Ning's psychological defenses.
The instinct for survival.
There is also the fear of pain.
This forced her to submit.
"I'll eat..."
Wen Ning cried out.
"Don't stab me... I'll eat it..."
Jiang Ci's hand stopped.
The needle tip was only one millimeter away from her skin.
He watched her break down in tears.
Watching her body tremble violently with fear.
There was no sense of victory.
Instead, I felt as if something had brutally hollowed out my heart.
It's empty.
It's drafty.
He loosened the tourniquet.
Throw the needle into the trash can.
"Why didn't you do this sooner?"
His voice was low, yet it revealed an undeniable weariness.
He stood up.
I picked up the bowl of soup that had gone cold.
It's cold.
He frowned.
"Wait a minute. I'll go heat it up."
Five minutes later.
The steaming hot food was served again.
Wen Ning sat on the bed.
While shedding tears, she mechanically stuffed food into her mouth.
She ate very quickly and hurriedly.
It was as if they were trying to swallow that fear.
If you choke, take a sip of water and then continue eating.
Jiang Ci sat beside him, watching.
Watching her eat like a frightened little animal.
It's no longer about enjoying delicious food, but simply about survival, about avoiding being pricked with needles.
He stretched out his hand.
I wanted to help her wipe the soup from the corner of her mouth.
Wen Ning instinctively flinched.
His eyes were full of defensiveness and fear.
Jiang Ci's hand froze in mid-air.
His fingers curled up slightly.
Eventually, they slowly withdrew.
He won.
He successfully forced her to eat, thus stopping her hunger strike.
but.
Looking at her like this.
He just felt...
I lost miserably.