1789: C1789 Survive the Disaster

C1789 Survive the Disaster

It was Shen Guanlin!

As the footsteps got closer and closer, Yang Qin could not help holding her breath. She stared at the door without blinking.

The next moment, the door opened from the outside.

Yang Qin saw Shen Guanlin. Perhaps because she was too excited, a line of tears flowed down her face.

Shen Guanlin's face was as cold as ice, and his body was covered with a layer of hostility. His eyes were also cold. A single glance from him could make a person tremble in fear.

When he saw Yang Qin, he didn't waste any words and went straight to the point. "What's the matter?"

"I... want you to help me..."

Yang Qin couldn't help but shiver. When she spoke, she didn't dare to look Shen Guanlin in the eyes. She lowered her head and her voice trembled.

"Heh."

Shen Guanlin sneered, mocking and disdaining.

"Do you think I have such good intentions?"

He had already shown great mercy by letting Yang Qin live. How could she dare to ask him for help?!

"If Fengming hadn't lied to me, I wouldn't have listened to him and destroyed your relationship with your wife. I really am not... Wu... "

Before she could finish her words, Shen Guanlin ruthlessly strangled her neck.

Shen Guanlin's eyes were ruthless, like a sharp knife, ready to cut her into a thousand pieces.

Yang Qin's face turned pale, and her lips lost their color.

"You still dare to mention her?! Are you tired of living?!"

Shen Guanlin increased the strength in his hands, and Yang Qin's breathing became more and more difficult.

Just when she thought she was about to die in Shen Guanlin's hands, the shackles on her neck suddenly withdrew.

She fell on the bed, coughing intensely, and breathing greedily.

Shen Guanlin looked at her with disgust. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands repeatedly, as if he had stuck something dirty on his hands.

"I know you hate me..." Yang Qin's voice became weaker, and her face recovered some color. But every word she said took a lot of effort, "Shen Guanlin, just take it as I'm begging you, begging you to help me. I just want a chance. Wait until I get my revenge. I'll let you handle it."

"Why should I help you?" Shen Guanlin sneered and moved closer to Yang Qin. "You know, I wish I could kill you with my own hands."

Yang Qin closed her eyes in fear. Her heart was beating fast, as if she was going to jump out of her chest in the next moment. Her palms were covered in cold sweat, and the bed sheet underneath her was wet.

"I... I..."

Yang Qin stammered, "If you help me, I will help you and Gu Tingshen deal with Feng Ming. Otherwise... I would rather die..."

This was her final bargaining chip.

She could roughly guess what Shen Guanlin and Gu Tingshen were doing, so they still needed her.

Even though this might anger Shen Guanlin, she still wanted to bet.

Sure enough, in the next moment, Shen Guanlin's face turned extremely dark, and he stared at her fiercely.

Yang Qin's heart skipped a few beats, and her face turned pale once again.2

Shen Guanlin suddenly smiled, but his eyes were full of coldness that froze people to death.

"Very good." His voice was gloomy, and he suppressed the anger that could destroy the heaven and earth. "Yang Qin, I hope you won't regret it."

After saying this, Shen Guanlin did not give her another look and strode out of the ward.

Bang!

The door was flung open by him, scaring Yang Qin into shivering again.

Yang Qin stared blankly ahead until she completely couldn't hear Shen Guanlin's footsteps. Only then did she heave a sigh of relief.

She immediately felt exhausted and collapsed on the hospital bed, breathing heavily.

It was no different from surviving a disaster.

She knew that she had won the bet.

Although Shen Guanlin would not let her go in the future, in the end, she could take revenge.

A teardrop fell from her face. Yang Qin smiled gently.

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