boyutpedia Chapter 140 Wounds
Chapter 140 Wounds
The bulletproof car sped through the potholed streets of Bangkok, its neon lights distorting into grotesque spots on the blood-stained bulletproof glass.
In the back seat, Jingye lay weakly on his back. His once handsome face was now bloodless, as pale as a thin sheet of paper, deeply etched into the folds of Bai Li's black skirt.
On his right shoulder, the torn fabric of his suit lay scattered haphazardly, and a shard of glass the size of a palm was embedded in the bloody wound, trembling slightly with every bump in the car.
Each tremor seemed to mercilessly tear open the wound, and dark red blood gushed out continuously, dripping slowly down the seams of the leather seats and pooling into a shocking puddle of blood on the undercarriage.
A prism-shaped piece of glass pierced his right shoulder the instant the chandelier fell.
At that moment, all he could think about was protecting Bai Li, and his attention was entirely on her. He didn't even realize he was injured.
It wasn't until he left the venue that he realized his clothes were soaked in blood.
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"Ah Hu! Faster! Faster!"
Bai Li was extremely anxious, her voice filled with an unprecedented panic.
She stared intently at Jingye, not daring to make a move against him.
Once the glass shards blocking the blood vessel are moved, the bleeding will only accelerate.
This is the best way to save Jingye's life, but warm blood continues to flow from her body, gradually soaking the delicate lace on her skirt.
The once magnificent black skirt was now stained with blood, resembling a rose withering in the darkness.
Jingye's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her pupils, which were usually as deep as the ice-blue ocean, were now covered with a thin layer of mist, making her gaze hazy and unfocused.
He strained to focus his gaze, looking at Bai Li's face, pale with anxiety. His lips trembled slightly as he mumbled, "Don't...don't cry."
As he spoke, he used the last of his strength to try to lift his other intact arm to wipe away the tears that kept rolling down Bai Li's face.
Bai Li grabbed Jing Ye's hand, her voice trembling with tears, and said anxiously and angrily, "Don't move! How could you be so stupid? Why did you shield me from the glass? Do you know how terrifying you look right now!"
His breathing grew weaker and weaker, yet his fingertips stubbornly traced the corner of her eye, as if trying to etch that contour into the cycle of reincarnation.
His voice was as soft as a wisp of wind: "The Butler's Code... Article Three: When the master faces... a threat, we... are the best shield..."
Bai Li was both angry and heartbroken, tears streaming down her face: "It's already this late..."
Despite being severely hypothermic due to blood loss, shivering from the cold, and in a daze, he was still reciting that damned butler's code of conduct!
Shirai had already seen the complete butler's code of conduct in the [Information Insight Card], and all those rules and regulations were almost anti-human dogmas.
"Shut up! If you dare die here, I'll bury you in Sanmao's litter box!"
Although it was a threat, it wasn't very damaging; it just made Jingye's hand tremble uncontrollably.
Bai Li was truly afraid that she would lose Jing Ye forever.
Jingye's eyelashes trembled, and he forced a smile. He no longer had the strength to speak. His blood-stained fingers gently hooked around her little finger, as if making a silent promise that he would try his best to live and would not leave her like this.
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Seven days later, Interpol headquarters held a press conference.
The large screen played a video recording of the auction, as well as a chain of evidence of the Qing Teng family's century-long smuggling activities.
The ward was filled with the scent of disinfectant and cedar resin. Jingye, shirtless with a bandage wrapped around his right shoulder, leaned against the bed, his eyes fixed intently on the television program.
On the screen is the Kowloon Wall Art Center after the chaos; the once luxurious and magnificent lobby is now a mess.
The chaotic scene of that night seemed to reappear before his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, the television screen switched to show the evidence chain of the Qing Teng family's century-long smuggling activities.
Photos, documents, and videos appeared one after another on the screen, ruthlessly tearing apart the century-old hypocrisy of the Qing Teng family.
From illegal tomb raiding and smuggling of cultural relics to transportation routes, complex underground networks, and accounts of black market transactions with international shareholders, the Qing Teng family's domestic businesses have all been seized.
Once broadcast, it caused a nationwide uproar.
People were outraged when they saw these shocking contents on television and online.
Social media was instantly flooded with related topics, and countless netizens posted comments.
"This is absolutely outrageous, and the losses are irreparable..."
"They must be severely punished!"
"Well done! This must be thoroughly investigated!"
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Similar comments flooded the internet, and the public's anger and voices of justice intertwined to create a powerful force of public opinion.
In the hospital room, Jingye, having watched the entire press conference, had a solemn expression on her face.
What's shown on TV are the most core secrets of the Qing Teng family.
Even though he had once been a steward in the Qing Teng family, he could only scratch the surface of some of the confidential information and could not possibly grasp its core.
In his eyes, the Qing Teng family was once an indestructible behemoth.
With their tight organizational structure, extensive network of contacts, and ruthless methods, the family members have continuously expanded their criminal empire.
Those smuggling networks and illegal trading channels, under the family's meticulous operation, were like malignant tumors hidden in the dark, constantly expanding and growing, yet they were never fully detected by the outside world.
Today, this once-powerful and arrogant family has crumbled in a short period of time, like a castle built of playing cards that collapses in an instant.
While feeling a sense of melancholy, Jingye was filled with doubts.
He knew better than anyone that bringing down the Qing Teng family was not as simple as he imagined.
Although he had been working in secret to collect evidence and find weaknesses in his family, his efforts were like scratching an itch on a solid fortress, far from enough to cause such a fatal blow.
The evidence Interpol has gathered this time is not only comprehensive and detailed, covering all aspects of the Qing Teng family's criminal activities, but also incredibly precise, hitting the nail on the head, as if it were the result of a long-term, all-round in-depth investigation and careful planning.
This made Jingye fall into deep thought. Who was the mastermind behind this? Was it Interpol that discovered it through their own efforts, or were there other forces secretly pushing things along?
As he was pondering this, Bai Li's image flashed through his mind without warning.
Why would I think of white pears at this time?
After Jingye turned off the TV, the room fell into complete silence.
Apart from the beeping of the machines in the ward, there was only the sound of his own breathing.
Even though my heart isn't injured, it's hurting terribly right now.
—After waking up in the hospital, he never saw Bai Li again.
Not even once.
Every day, besides the busy medical staff, the only other person who appears is Ah Hu, who delivers meals on time.
In this seemingly upscale yet somewhat deserted private hospital, he lay alone on the hospital bed, like someone forgotten by the world, waiting and hoping.
If it weren't for Ah Hu's daily appearances, Jing Ye would have thought that Bai Li had completely abandoned her.
Ah Hu always says that Bai Li is too busy and can't find the time.
But Jingye couldn't help but let his mind wander. He thought that perhaps Bai Li didn't want to see him.
Once this idea took root in his mind, it was like a sharp thorn, deeply embedded in his heart. Every time he thought of it, his heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and a wave of pain surged through him, far more painful than the unhealed wound on his shoulder that occasionally stung.