One and Only: Doting CEO's Infinite Love

Chapter 638 - 636: Death Will Separate Us

"I’ve done everything you asked, so why won’t you save Ah Sheng? Why?""Open the door quickly, if you don’t I’m going to kick it down—"

"..."

Mu Zanting pulled out from the woman’s body, zipped up his pants, ruffled his hair, and walked over to the door, reaching to open it, "Sister, you’re really ruining the mood. Couldn’t you have waited another hour to call? Would that have killed you?"

"Yes." Mu Qingxin glared viciously at the devil-may-care man, "If this continues, Ah Sheng will die."

"Mu Zanting, you promised before that if I helped you, you would save Ah Sheng. How can you go back on your word now?"

The man smiled brilliantly, his smile was incredibly sarcastic, like a poisonous poppy, "Sister, your thinking is too simplistic. I did say save Ah Sheng. If it weren’t for me giving him a daily dose of morphine, do you think he’d have lasted until now?"

Mu Qingxin’s heart ached to the point of spasming, "What did you say? You gave Ah Sheng morphine?"

"Yeah!" Mu Zanting’s face looked as if morphine and glucose were equally nutritious, "You’re heartless enough to watch him suffer, but I’m not. I’m so soft-hearted. Seeing him in so much pain, I, of course, had to think of some way. Doesn’t he look much more comfortable now, hmm?"

Mu Qingxin had always known that her older brother was heartless and unfeeling, but she never imagined he’d be this cruel, "Big brother, Ah Sheng is still family. How can you treat him like this?"

Once addicted to morphine, can he ever give it up?

No wonder when she came back this time, he looked at her with such strange eyes—

Mu Zanting laughed heartlessly, "You’re not even considered family to me, let alone him! Letting him use morphine was already merciful. Besides, I only gave it to him once. After that, he begged on his knees for me to supply it. What the hell does that have to do with me?"

"..." Mu Qingxin bit down hard, almost crushing her molars, "Mu Zanting, you will suffer the consequences."

At this point, Lin Xue’er had just finished getting dressed and walked over to Mu Zanting, who ushered her into his embrace, "Consequences? I don’t care! After all, there’s someone willing to accompany me to the Eighteen Layers of Hell."

Mu Qingxin glanced at Lin Xue’er, fiery anger burning in her eyes, and stomped away in her high heels—

Lin Xue’er watched her back, gradually lost in thought, with complex emotions flashing in her eyes.

...

When Mu Qingxin returned to the room, she saw the man who should have been bedridden now standing by the window. He was wearing a white cotton-linen shirt and looked frail to the point of breaking. Hearing the noise, he turned to look at her and gave a smile—

The bruises under his eyes were very obvious.

Mu Qingxin turned her head away, avoiding eye contact, and walked over to tidy the bed, "If your body isn’t well, don’t get out of bed. Or are you feeling bored lying there and want to go for a walk?"

"Qingxin—"

The man’s voice was deep with resignation.

"If you don’t want to go out, that’s fine. Anyway, the doctor said you need rest, shouldn’t get too tired. I’ll always be with you from now on, won’t go to work, and we’ll stay here, go nowhere, okay?"

"Ah Sheng, you promised, we will always be together, nothing can separate us."

"..."

Yu Sheng felt heartache for the girl; if he weren’t sick, he would certainly want to be with her forever. But he was sick, gravely ill—

He could die at any time.

"Qingxin, death will separate us."

As he spoke, the man had already walked up behind her, reaching out to touch her long hair and feeling the tension in her body, "Do you really want to die with me?"

"If, if it really comes to that day, I wouldn’t mind..."

"Mu Qingxin!"

The man immediately interrupted her words.