The Reborn Young Master’s Pampered Cousin (92)
He let go of the knife, but Bai Weiwei turned the direction midway and narrowly grabbed the handle of the knife.
Then she brandished the knife. The point of the blade immediately pointed to his chest.
The knife was a bit heavy, and her wrists were slim and weak. The knife trembled minutely.
Qi Chimu didn’t take a step back and just steadily stood there, not at all paying mind to the knife in her hand.
He spat out word by word, gritting his teeth. “Is that it? You don’t like him. You just wanted to make me angry.”
Bai Weiwei sneered with reddened eyes, “Just to make you angry, I deliberately wrote of my admiration for other men in a love letter and placed it in your case. Just to disturb your state of mind in the examination room and stop you from passing.”
She was clearly sinister and vicious.
But tears streamed down her pale and tender face, the soundless crying wearing his heart down into pulp.
He suddenly became aware of something. He took a step forward, pressing the knife to his chest. The tip of the knife immediately pierced into the flesh.
Bai Weiwei fell for the bluff. Worry and fear flashed across her eyes, and she immediately and anxiously stepped back.
But there was only so much space to retreat, and he didn’t have any care for his life.
Instead, as if to prove something, he took a few more steps forward.
The knife tip plunged into the flesh and was immediately washed in blood.
Bai Weiwei went blank. Afraid and distressed, she tried to loosen her hand and throw the knife aside.
But before she could let go, Qi Chimu’s palm had already captured her wrist, preventing her from casting aside the knife.
He was so close to her.
The fragrance of orchids mixed with the copper tang of blood.
A suffocating odor.
When she saw that he wanted to take another step, letting the knife dig deeper into his chest, piercing his heart, Bai Weiwei finally collapsed, and she screamed, “You’re crazy! Qi Chimu, let go of my hand!”
The cloud between Qi Chimu’s brows dispersed. His chest had suffered injuries, but for the first time, the heartache from his realization she had eloped was no longer there.
He had a gentle smile on his face. “Say it. Say that you love me.”
Bai Weiwei had been so frightened her lashes were trembling. Her face was ghastly pale, and she was ready to faint at any time. She gasped in shock, “Let go of me and step back.”
She was even more scared than he who was pointed at with a knife.
Qi Chimu blankly stared. The emotions suddenly broke through the obstacles in his heart and rushed up. He even felt a sour sting in his nose.
“Say you love me, or else I’ll keep going.”
This kind of threat was so ridiculous it was absurd.
It was as though Bai Weiwei had been forced into a dead end. She lifted her head, her face full of utmost contempt.
“Do you really think I don’t dare to kill you? I don’t believe you still dare to come over.”
But Qi Chimu only deeply stared at her.
Then he slowly lifted his feet to continue walking forward.
This step was the border of life and death.
The distance between the point of the knife and the heart was but a thin line.
Bai Weiwei couldn’t keep going. Her lips quivered, and she crumbled, shouting hoarsely, “I love you! I love you, Qi Chimu!”
He heard these words and paused for a moment before smiling.
This smile was different from his usual scheming and plotting sneer.
And it was not like the lustful grin he had during their time in bed.
It was a smile of pure happiness, joyful to the point that even his dark eyes that seemed like an abyss were filled with light.
So handsome it made one’s heart thump.
He released her, and the bloodied knife in her hand immediately clattered to the ground.
Bai Weiwei felt unsteady and tremblingly slumped to the floor. She looked up at Qi Chimu.
As though scared stupid.
Qi Chimu disregarded his injury and slowly crouched down.
Then he reached out and softly pulled Bai Weiwei’s trembling body into his arms, his fingers nearly completely circled around her.
