The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

Later, Panshu fell asleep more and more frequently and for longer and longer periods of time.

Lu Xiyu's face became gloomier little by little.

One day.

When Pan Shu opened her eyes, the room was dark. She couldn't tell whether it was day or night. The curtains were drawn tightly, blocking all the light outside.

She vaguely heard Lu Xiyu's voice holding back his anger outside the door.

"I don't care what methods you use, if Shushu shows no signs of improvement, then you don't have to live anymore."

Pan Shu got up and went to draw the curtains.

Thick clouds were lingering, and there was a faint trace of blood next to the bright white full moon.

The sky is silvery white, and the world is covered with fine snowflakes.

Biting cold.

Ban Shu's face was pale, but her expression was as calm as a high-altitude god overlooking the world.

In Pan Shu's view, this so-called special world has collapsed into disarray, but the system has not yet judged her to have violated the rules, and the world consciousness has not erased her, which means that her mission has not failed.

But Pan Shu didn't want to take the initiative to do anything.

When this body dies completely, she will leave this world.

almost.

Her body is withering.

There was heavy snow outside the window, covered in silver, and the street lamps glowed even more dimly under the snow.

A tall figure stood vaguely under the street lamp. Snowflakes like broken jade fell on him, and soon a thin silhouette was reflected. He was motionless, as if he couldn't even notice the cold.

Pan Shu stared intently for a few seconds and then looked away.

At this time, the man on the snow suddenly raised his head, revealing a very familiar outline of facial features under the street lamp.

I think Jiang Chen's legs are completely healed.

The young man's eyes were red, and he looked at Pan Shu with aggrieved and forbearing eyes before she could look away, and called out hoarsely, "...Sister."

Pan Shu closed the curtains indifferently, as if the person in front of her was just a complete stranger.

But the young man suddenly went crazy and raised his hand to knock on the door of the villa, "Lu Xiyu, please return my sister to me...Sister, sister, I am Jiang Chen, sister, don't you want Jiang Chen anymore?"

He is so pitiful and cowardly.

The hoarse voice was like a torn piece of cloth, and every word crushed the boy's straight back.

In this snowy day, the boy was trembling all over.

I couldn't tell whether it was the cold or the extreme despair.

He thought that even if his sister allowed him to see her, talk to her, and do something for her, Jiang Chen would be very grateful.

As expected, the old man of the Jiang family still wanted to take him back to the Jiang family to train him as his heir.

But the Jiang family didn't give up on Jiang Zhao either.

Perhaps they want these two flesh and blood compatriots to fight each other to the point of life and death. Only the one who wins will be worthy of being named the heir of the Jiang family.

But no one knows.

Pan Shu has always been the only one who can make Jiang Zhao and Jiang Chen fight to the death.

They don't want the so-called Jiang family, the so-called wealth and power.

The heavy snow was raging, and the biting cold wind blew over the young man's thin and frail body. It seemed as if there was a thousand kilograms of things piled on his shoulders, causing the young man's body to gradually bend in pain, and the smell of blood came out of his mouth. Jiang Chen winced in pain. At the tip of his eyebrows, the sound of slapping the door became smaller and smaller.

"elder sister……"

"Take a look at Jiang Chen, sister..."

he murmured.

The door was suddenly opened from the inside, and in an instant, the howling cold wind swept through the broken snow and rushed into the warm villa.

The lights in the villa were bright, the sparks in the fireplace were burning and rubbing, Lu Xiyu looked down at the young man from above.The boy was lying on the snow, his back soaked with blood, seeping out of his thin shirt.

He was actually wearing only a shirt.

The young man slowly stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers with clear joints firmly grasped Lu Xiyu's trousers. The roots of his finger bones turned white. He breathed rapidly, "Please...let me see my sister..."

A 17-year-old boy is at his most proud.

That back is always straight.

Even when he was humiliated and beaten by the old drunkard, he never bent a bit.

When he was very young, Lu Chen would beg for mercy from an old drunkard to escape a beating, but soon after, he would just remain silent, silently facing all the malice and suffering that the world had given him.

But now, he crushed all his pride just to see his sister again.

He didn't want to ask her again why she didn't keep her promise and why she didn't want him anymore.

Only Jiang Chen remembers the promise.

It's ok.

He just wanted to see her again.

It's so simple, but it's also the most difficult in the world.

Lu Xiyu sneered, "What a wild dog that can't be shaken off. She doesn't want to see you, how long will you continue to be shameless? Go back and be your heir to the Jiang family, otherwise my gun will not be able to see."

"Lu Xiyu..." Jiang Chen's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth before speaking every word, "I'll give you the project in the east of the city. You let me see her."

Lu Xiyu finally became a little more interested. He raised his eyebrows in interest, "Do you know what the price is for saying this?"

The Jiang family has been preparing for the Chengdong land project for five years, and has put almost all its treasure on the Chengdong project. If Jiang Shen leaks it like this, the Jiang family will not only suffer heavy losses, but may also face even more serious consequences. Risk of bankruptcy.

When the time comes, the old man of the Jiang family will not let Jiang Chen go.

Waiting for Jiang Chen's fate, it was difficult for Lu Xiyu to think of another ending other than death.

Maybe there is another way——

Tortured to death.

Lu Xiyu didn't know how this young man lying on the snow, covered in blood and looking as if he was dead, got past his eyes, let alone how determined he was to die before he said such words.

"I will not protect you." Lu Xiyu said.

Jiang Chen nodded with difficulty, "Just for one moment, just let me see my sister."

Lu Xiyu chuckled softly, with an unspeakable coldness in his voice. He squatted down and grabbed the young man's chestnut-brown hair, "This is really an attractive offer, but... why do you meet me?" What about her? Greedy bitch."

He let go of his hand and stood up, "Butler, give it away."

"and many more."

Hearing Ban Shu's gentle voice behind him, Lu Xiyu frowned. He turned around and saw Ban Shu wearing a cotton and linen nightgown. Her thick and fluffy hair was spread around her shoulders. Her face was expressionless.

"Why are you down here?" Lu Xiyu strode up to meet him, "Do you feel any discomfort in your body?"

The young man's dead eyes suddenly lit up.

He moved his lips with difficulty, "Sister..."

Pan Shu shook her head first, signaled Lu Xiyu to let go of her, and slowly walked to the young man, "Please tell Jiang Zhao and let him live well."

She was so willing to come and see him.

Just to let him tell Jiang Zhao to live well.

Jiang Chen pulled his lips mockingly.