Chapter 257: Relapse of Depression The Living Dead

Gao Zhe lazily rolled his eyelids, unwilling to quibble with her.

As soon as the call connected, Lu Zhenzhen relayed the situation, her voice breaking into sobs as she finished, “What should I do?

I said so much to her, but she’s not responding.

It’s like she can’t hear me at all.”

Pei Dongshi stood up and headed out, “Don’t take her to my master’s place, take her to my home.”

“It might be too late.

We’re already entering the neighborhood.

Turning around to go to your place would take an hour, and I’m afraid the baby won’t hold on.”

Lu Zhenzhen kept her eyes on Nan Jiaojiao, a thought nagging at her, “Dong Shi, I think her condition is very similar to…

to how it was three years ago, after Chu Yao went to prison.”

Pei Dongshi shook violently, “Are you serious?”

“She hasn’t spoken a word, it’s just like when her depression first manifested…

exact same way.”

“I’ll be right there,”

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Zhenzhen let out a scream, and a harsh noise came through the phone.

Lu Zhenzhen cried out, calling for Nan Jiaojiao at times, and Gao Zhe at others, and after a long while, her clear words came through: “Dong Shi, the baby is vomiting blood, so much blood, I can’t stop it!”

“Take her to my master’s place, I’m on my way!”

Pei Dongshi didn’t delay any longer, running several red lights on the way to Mist Garden on Qishan Road.

He didn’t even close the car door, nor were the servants there to greet him, as Pei Dongshi dashed inside like a gust of wind, stopping only when he saw Jiang Yu smoking on a pearwood chair in the foyer.

He finally paused.

“Master, how is Jiaojiao doing?”

Jiang Yu said nothing, only after finishing half a pack of cigarettes did he raise his eyes to look at him, “Who provoked her?”

“Not sure, I’ll ask later.”

Jiang Yu scoffed, “Right now, she’s silent, like a living dead.

What are you going to find out from her?”

Pei Dongshi froze momentarily, “Is it worse than three years ago?”

“Who knows.”

Jiang Yu exhaled a ring of smoke, “When that girl named Chu went to prison, Jiaojiao nearly lost her life.

Back then, her will to live was weak, and she didn’t even intentionally seek death.

This time we found out early, perhaps spending more time with her might be effective.”

Pei Dongshi took off his coat and tossed it onto the chair, “I’m going up to see her.”

Jiang Yu gave him a look, then turned and went out.

Lu Zhenzhen was in the room, sitting by the bed, holding Nan Jiaojiao’s hand and wiping her tears in soft sobs, without even a choke breaking out.

Nan Jiaojiao lay on the bed, her fair face translucently pale under the dim light, like a finely made porcelain doll that could neither move nor speak.

Gao Zhe stood by the door, offering Pei Dongshi a cigarette.

He gestured no with his hand, gently closed the door, and asked, “What happened?”

“I’m not sure of the specifics.

Han Qi pulled some trickery, lured her to Old Master Han’s birthday feast, and she was caught by Bo Yanching.

When Zhenzhen arrived, she didn’t see Bo Yanching, but I think Han Qi wouldn’t have the ability to agitate Jiaojiao to this extent.”

Then it must have been Bo Yanching.

Pei Dongshi’s lips thinned into a tight line, “I told her long ago that Bo Yanching is no good and advised her to stay away, but she insisted on jumping into the fire pit.”

Gao Zhe put the cigarette back into the box, the extra one tucked behind his ear, “Go and ask face to face?”

Pei Dongshi scoffed, “Afraid she’ll make a fuss after she wakes up.

I can’t afford to provoke her.”

After a moment of silence, he asked again, “Where’s Han Qi?”

“Locked up.

Beaten within an inch of his life, he’s barely hanging on.

At least until Zhenzhen has time to deal with him, he needs to stay alive.” Gao Zhe’s voice was calm and indifferent, hardly as if he were discussing a human life.