latelenovela Chapter 252 Pei Chuyao finally met the person she had been longing for day and night.
Chapter 252 Pei Chuyao finally met the person she had been longing for day and night.
Chapter 252 Pei Chuyao finally met the person she had been longing for day and night.
Zhuang Yi actually smiled.
His face remained gentle, but a hint of madness flickered in his eyes.
He stared intently at Pei Chuyao and asked in return:
"Why? Chu Yao, don't you really know?"
Do you think I would feel good about doing something like this to my best friend?
"But I have no other choice..."
"I'm not reconciled, I'm really not reconciled..."
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar man in front of her, Pei Chuyao felt a chill run up from the soles of her feet.
"Unwilling to accept it?" Her voice trembled. "Just because you're unwilling to accept it, does that mean you have to deprive Qinghui of ten years of freedom?"
Zhuang Yi suddenly burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the empty corridor, sounding particularly jarring.
"Ten years, do you think I've had it easy these past ten years? Every time I think of Wei Qinghui, I hate him but hate myself even more! Now that you've found out, there's no way I can turn back..."
“Zhuang Yi…” Pei Chuyao sighed deeply, suppressing the complex emotions in her heart, “Forget it, what’s the point of asking these questions now? No matter how many excuses you have, it doesn’t matter anymore.”
“It’s all over, but you can still choose to turn back. I’m giving you one last chance: turn yourself in.”
“Opportunity?” Zhuang Yi said with a wry smile. “You know, this isn’t the kind of opportunity I want at all.”
"Chu Yao, I'm sorry. It would be too cruel for me to watch you and Wei Qinghui get back together. I can't do it!"
After saying this, Zhuang Yi suddenly turned around, grabbed a pair of medical scissors from the medical cart, and then quickly pushed open the door next to him and went into the room.
"Zhuang Yi! What do you want to do!"
Pei Chuyao rushed over in alarm and slammed into the door before it could be closed. Zhuang Yi failed to lock the door and was instead knocked backward and fell to the ground.
He immediately gritted his teeth, got up, and ran to the desk in the room, blocking the person sitting in the chair in front of him.
Zhuang Yi grabbed the man's collar with one hand, and with the other hand, he held a pair of scissors to the man's neck, his eyes bloodshot as he shouted at the crowd that rushed in:
"Don't come any closer! If this knife stabs him, Wei Qinghui will really be dead!"
Upon hearing this, the others dared not move. They could only stop in their tracks and nervously watch his hand, trying to dissuade him from acting rashly.
The person Zhuang Yi used to threaten them was, of course, Wei Qinghui.
After ten years, Pei Chuyao finally met the person she had been longing for, but she couldn't go to his side immediately.
Wei Qinghui sat listlessly in the chair, his head slightly lowered, a pencil still clutched in his right hand.
He was extremely thin, his face was completely bloodless, and his eyes were empty. He was clearly slow to react, because even when Zhuang Yi threatened him with scissors, there was no panic on his face.
“Qinghui…” Pei Chuyao’s heart ached as if it were being cut by a knife, but she dared not cry out loud, afraid of angering Zhuang Yi again, so she could only softly call out Wei Qinghui’s name.
Upon hearing Pei Chuyao's voice, Wei Qinghui, who had been motionless, began to react. He slowly raised his head, his eyes moving slightly as if searching for the person who had spoken.
"Qinghui, it's me, Chuyao, I'm here..."
Wei Qinghui's eyes finally found focus, and a glimmer of light appeared in them.
He parted his lips slightly as if he wanted to say something.
"Enough!" Zhuang Yi shouted frantically at Pei Chuyao, "Why can't you ever see him?!"
"I was here first! We grew up together! Why can't you even look at me! Do you know what I regret most in my life? Introducing him to you!"
Zhuang Yi felt that if he hadn't run into Pei Chuyao while having dinner with Wei Qinghui, and hadn't introduced them to each other, none of what happened afterward would have occurred.
"Zhuang Yi, can you put the scissors down first?" Besides gentle persuasion, Pei Chuyao had no other options. "Please don't make any more mistakes, okay? If you do, there really won't be any way to turn back!"
She slowly took two steps forward, trying to get closer to them.
"Stop! Don't come any closer!" Zhuang Yi raised his right hand, pointing the scissors at Wei Qinghui, his eyes filled with despair and mockery. "I've long since given up on turning back."
"So, rather than watching you and Wei Qinghui continue to be together, living happily by his side, leading a life that has nothing to do with me, I'd rather you hate me for the rest of your life. Even if it's hatred, I want you to never forget me, to remember me with the strongest emotions..."
"Ah!" Before Zhuang Yi could finish speaking, he was interrupted by an unidentified object that came flying at him. The object hit him squarely on the bridge of his nose, causing him to feel so much pain that his vision went black.
The well-trained bodyguards seized the opportunity and rushed forward to snatch the scissors from Zhuang Yi's hand, pinning his hands behind his back and pinning him to the ground.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at that moment.
The unidentified object that had performed such a great service was now lying on the ground; it was a cell phone…
An Ling turned to look at An Luo standing beside her in shock. If she wasn't mistaken, the phone must have flown out from An Luo's direction.
Meeting An Ling's shocked gaze, An Luo smiled and said, "I used to practice throwing knives at a martial arts school."
Anling: ...
She silently gave Anluo a thumbs up.
Pei Chuyao walked quickly to Wei Qinghui and stared at him intently, trying hard to suppress the longing that was about to surge up within her.
She knew that Wei Qinghui had lost all his memories and was afraid of frightening him, so she only dared to carefully reach out and gently stroke his face.
"Qinghui..."
Although Wei Qinghui reacted slowly, he still raised his eyes and fixed his gaze on Pei Chuyao's face.
He opened his lips again, and this time he finally managed to make a sound, "Chu... Yao... Chu Yao..."
“It’s me…” Pei Chuyao cupped Wei Qinghui’s face in her hands, her voice filled with surprise, “Qinghui, you still remember me? You remember everything, right?”
Wei Qinghui tried to smile at Pei Chuyao, but his lips froze as soon as they turned up slightly. He then showed a frightened expression, threw down the pencil in his hand, and started pushing Pei Chuyao.
But he had no strength at all. Even though he was pushing as hard as he could, Pei Chuyao didn't back down. Instead, she looked at Wei Qinghui even more anxiously.
"Qinghui? What's wrong? It's me, Chuyao! You're safe now, I've come to rescue you."
Wei Qinghui tried to speak, but could only manage to utter some indistinct syllables.
For ten years, he had no one to talk to, and his language skills had long since deteriorated. Only the word "Chu Yao" was something he could still say smoothly because he recited it several times a day.
After realizing that Pei Chuyao did not understand him, Wei Qinghui became visibly anxious, shaking his head repeatedly and continuing to try to push Pei Chuyao away.