novelraw Chapter 0138 Bloodstained Steering Wheel
Chapter 0138 Bloodstained Steering Wheel
A black Maybach drove through the streets in late autumn.
The car was not moving fast; in fact, it could be described as moving rather slowly.
The train carriage was deathly silent, almost suffocating.
Wen Ning sat in the passenger seat, clutching the old schoolbag tightly in her arms.
She tilted her head, watching the scenery rushing past the window.
The easel that she once treasured now lay quietly on the back seat.
Besides those two things, she took nothing else with her.
Just like when she arrived, she was empty-handed and clean.
Jiang Ci gripped the steering wheel with both hands.
His knuckles were white from excessive force, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged menacingly.
His gaze was fixed straight ahead, seemingly focused on the road conditions, but in reality, his peripheral vision never left the person beside him for a moment.
greedy.
And despair.
He was using this last stretch of road to desperately try to etch her image into his mind.
Her curled-up posture, her wind-blown hair, and her pale, almost transparent profile were all etched into my very bones.
Because he knew.
Once the car stops.
Once she pushed open the door.
The Wen Ning who belonged to him was truly gone.
Are you cold?
He suddenly spoke.
His voice was so hoarse, as if it had been sanded.
He instinctively reached out to turn up the air conditioner temperature, but froze halfway through.
He remembered.
She was afraid of him.
All she wants now is to get as far away from him as possible.
Any concern he showed her might be seen as another form of control.
Wen Ning did not turn around.
He simply shook his head slightly.
"It's not cold."
Just two simple words.
Polite, yet distant.
It's like talking to a stranger.
Jiang Ci's fingers twitched slightly, then slowly withdrew, and he gripped the steering wheel again.
My heart feels like it's being cut with a dull knife.
One cut after another.
……
The car eventually stopped downstairs at a budget hotel that was a bit out of the way, but had a fairly quiet environment.
This was Wen Ning's request.
She said she wanted to be alone and didn't want to stay in a nice place or owe him any favors.
"arrive."
Jiang Ci turned off the engine.
The car door was not unlocked immediately.
He turned his head and looked at Wen Ning.
His eyes were a deep, bloodshot red, yet he forced out a smile that was more like a grimace than a cry.
"The security here is acceptable."
"I've already... no, you'll have to pay for the room yourself."
He changed his tune in time.
"If you're missing anything, or encounter any trouble..."
He stopped halfway through his sentence.
He meant to say, "Contact me anytime."
But what qualifications does he have?
He is now her biggest problem.
"never mind."
He lowered his eyes, concealing the pain in them.
"Take good care of yourself."
"Um."
Wen Ning unbuckled his seatbelt.
"Thank you, Mr. Jiang, for the gift."
That was the address "General Manager Jiang".
They drew a clear line.
She opened the car door.
Take the easel out from the back seat.
The figure was as thin as a sheet of paper, swaying slightly in the late autumn wind.
Jiang Ci sat in the driver's seat.
They did not get off the bus.
It's not that I don't want to send it, it's that I'm afraid to send it.
He was afraid that once he got out of the car and stood in front of her, he would be unable to control himself and kneel down to beg her not to leave, or he would grab her back like a madman.
He could only stare intently at her through the windshield.
Wen Ning slung his easel over his shoulder.
She stood by the roadside and straightened her clothes.
then.
There was no turning back.
There was no lingering attachment.
There wasn't even a pause.
She strode resolutely into the hotel.
That figure, though thin, exuded a sense of liberation from rebirth.
she left.
He left his world.
It also took away his only and last ray of light over the past three years.
Jiang Ci watched the revolving door turn until the figure completely disappeared.
world.
It went dark instantly.
"Oh……"
A broken, breathy sound escaped from deep within his throat.
An unprecedented, intense, colicky pain instantly spread from my heart throughout my entire body.
That was due to extreme anger.
It was regret, despair, reluctance, and the heart-wrenching pain of the truth about those three years that completely backfired at this moment.
Over the past month.
He worked day and night, tormenting her and himself day and night.
His body had long since reached its limit.
He's only hanging on by a thread of "hatred".
just now.
The hatred is gone.
The breath dissipated.
The body is like a building whose foundation has been ripped out, collapsing with a crash.
"Cough...cough cough!"
Jiang Ci suddenly bent down.
A violent coughing fit ensued, as if he were coughing up his lungs.
A metallic sweetness surged in my chest.
It's impossible to control.
"puff--"
A mouthful of blood.
It gushed out without warning.
It's piping hot.
Scarlet.
Tiny specks of water splashed onto the black leather steering wheel.
It dripped slowly, following the curve of the steering wheel.
A striking dark red hue spreads across the black leather.
Jiang Ci slumped over the steering wheel.
He was panting heavily.
Blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto his white shirt like blooming spider lilies.
He looked at the pool of blood.
There was no panic.
Instead... he laughed.
"Hahaha……"
His laughter was hoarse and mournful.
Wandering in the cramped carriage.
pain.
Really hurts.
My internal organs are all in pain.
But the pain brought him to his senses.
Let him know that he is still alive.
Let him know that this is not only retribution, but also... the beginning of a rebirth.
He raised his hand.
He casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
Looking at that splash of red, his eyes gradually became both frantic and resolute.
"Wen Ning".
He looked in the direction of the hotel and muttered to himself.
"Let's go."
"The farther you go, the better."
"Let your injured wing slowly heal."
"but……"
His fingers, stained with blood, slammed down hard on the steering wheel.
A bloody fingerprint was left behind.
"I'm not dead."
"As long as I'm not dead."
"I will definitely win you back."
"I was blind before, I was a bastard."
"after……"
"I will give you my life."
Even if it means kneeling, even if it means crawling.
"I want to come back to you again."
Jiang Ci closed his eyes.
Leaning against the blood-stained steering wheel.
On this late autumn night.
That once arrogant business tycoon curled up like a child.
waiting.
The next time we meet.