And in her hand—
A knife.
By the time anyone understood—
It was already inside him.
Driven from behind.
Deep.
Precise.
Merciless.
The blade entered under the shoulder line and plunged through into the chest.
Lu Zeyan froze.
Completely froze.
His mouth parted.
But no words came.
Only a shocked, wet sound—barely formed.
His eyes dropped.
Saw blood blooming dark across the fabric.
Then lifted.
To Shuyin.
As if trying to understand.
As if asking her what had happened.
His body gave one hard, involuntary jerk.
Then collapsed.
Straight down.
The sound of him hitting the polished hospital floor cracked through the corridor like a gunshot.
Mrs. Lu screamed.
Not shouted.
Screamed.
Lu Cheng lunged forward.
Doctors came running.
Security shouted.
Someone grabbed Lin Yueling.
But she was laughing.
Actually laughing.
"If I can't have him no one will!"
Her voice tore through the chaos, raw and unhinged.
Blood spread fast beneath Lu Zeyan.
Too fast.
Too much.
