Chapter 547: Want Me to Take Revenge for You

He first wiped off the blood that had seeped from the wound, disinfected it, and then applied medicine before carefully wrapping it with a gauze bandage, trying to be as gentle as possible.

However, it still hurt so much that Chu Yao’s body tremulously shook, a layer of sweat emerging on her pale skin.

She tilted her head back, her face tightly contorted in discomfort, and under the light, her complexion turned even paler and colder, with a thin layer of sweat covering her cheeks and neck.

But no matter how painful it was, she always bit her lip and didn’t make a sound.

Mo Tingshen only glanced at her briefly and then hastened his actions, discarding a pile of bloodied gauze at his feet.

He breathed heavily, forcefully suppressing the cool irritation in his chest from showing on his face.

“Do you want me to take revenge for you?”

Chu Yao just looked at him, her thoughts slowly pulling back after the pain stunned her, her eyes covered in light tears, appearing very weak and pitiful.

She didn’t respond to him, instead, she lifted the fruit knife.

“Where did that come from?” Mo Tingshen’s face slightly changed.

Chu Yao nodded toward the nightstand, where a fruit plate was placed.

Mo Tingshen rarely came here.

A daily housekeeper would come to replace the fresh fruits, and although there were fruits both in the living room and here, he seldom ate them in the room, using lemons occasionally simply as air fresheners.

The fruit knife was just for show.

Yet now, seeing the knife in Chu Yao’s hand, he felt panic.

“Xiao Yao, a knife is not a toy, give it to me,” Mo Tingshen reached out to her.

Chu Yao dodged, refusing to give it to him.

Her fingers ran along the back of the knife, from the handle to the tip, then she flipped the knife over and repeated the action, cradling the tip with her fingertips without harming herself, her eyes seemingly lost in thought.

Suddenly, she said inexplicably, “It’s a bit longer than that one.”

Mo Tingshen immediately recalled the scene he had seen on the monitor, where she had grabbed a dagger and plunged it into Mo Li’s heart.

“Xiao Yao…”

“Shh.”

Chu Yao moved the knife over Mo Tingshen’s heart, “Brother, tell me, how much did the knife go in at that time?

How deep must it go to pierce through the heart completely?”

“Xiao Yao…”

“How deep must it be?”

Chu Yao shut out his voice, seeming to have fallen into a nightmare.

Mo Tingshen had to be mindful not only of her emotions but also of the knife in her hand at all times.

Still, he couldn’t prevent what happened next.

Chu Yao wasn’t intending to hurt him, she intended to hurt herself.

She directed the knife towards her own heart.

“Xiao Yao!”

Mo Tingshen grabbed her hand, unable to let her continue this reckless act, attempting to wrest the knife away, but as he reached out, Chu Yao didn’t avoid him, yet she suddenly tightened her grip on the handle.

Then, two hot drops fell on the back of his hand.

Mo Tingshen looked up to see Chu Yao crying.

Her eyes were red, tears streaming down relentlessly, rolling along her pale cheeks and gathering at her jaw before they fell, drop by drop, onto the back of his hand.

Mo Tingshen’s eyes narrowed sharply, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on her face, “Do you really want to know?”

Chu Yao nodded, then nodded again, “Yes.”

“Okay.”

Mo Tingshen took a deep breath, holding her hand, turned the knife towards his own heart, and suddenly plunged it in.

The unused fruit knife, sharp at the tip, cut through the thin fabric, breaking the skin, and then plunged half an inch deeper.

The man grunted, unable to hold himself up, his body stooped down, hastily propping himself against the edge of the bed, his strength seemingly drained from his arm, causing his elbow to reflexively twitch, nearly collapsing on top of her.

Mo Tingshen hurriedly switched to his left hand to prop himself.

But when he exerted force on the left side, it pulled at the wound in his heart, causing a sharp pain to suddenly erupt.