Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

Chapter 3123: Want to Help Compare?


Chapter 3123: Want to Help Compare?

The car drove steadily towards the hospital. A long line of black luxury vehicles trailed behind, each one packed with people.

The corners of Ning Shu’s mouth twitched. She wasn’t some kind of terrorist. Did they really need this many people to watch her?

While fiddling with her phone, Ning Shu booked two plane tickets—the earliest available flight out of the city.

Li Zhao kept casting sidelong glances at her screen.

“I’m looking up which brand of sanitary pads is best,” Ning Shu said lightly. “The ones I used before weren’t very comfortable. Want to help compare?”

Li Zhao gave a cough and quickly averted his eyes.

When they reached the hospital, Li Zhao led her through a VIP entrance.

They stopped outside a private room.

Li Zhao opened the door and gestured politely, “The young master is inside.”

Ning Shu walked in. Another man was sitting on a stool by the bed, listening as Gong Rong spoke.

This man looked a little younger than Gong Rong—not by much—and though his face was youthful, his dark, subdued suit lent him a mature, steady air.

“Gong Yi, step outside,” Gong Rong said. His voice was weak and breathy.

“Yes, Uncle.”

As Gong Yi stood, his gaze swept over Ning Shu with probing and suspicion. He closed the door behind him as he left.

Gong Rong pushed himself up slightly and looked at Ning Shu. “If I hadn’t sent people to find you, you wouldn’t have come. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ N0velFire.ɴet

“You’re the most cold-hearted woman I’ve ever met. Any ordinary woman, after seeing me post those short videos, would’ve at least come to see me for a bit.”

Ning Shu smiled sweetly. “That’s because I know you never have good intentions.”

Gong Rong motioned for her to come closer. “Come here.”

She stepped forward. Gong Rong reached out and took her hand. His skin was icy to the touch—bone-deep cold, as if all internal heat had already drained from his body.

By ‘internal heat,’ she meant yang energy.

“Xu Xin,” Gong Rong said. “Come with me.”

Ning Shu: …

She immediately tried to pull her hand away, but Gong Rong gripped tightly. His hands were so pale, and the veins on the back of his hand stood out in dark, bruised lines.

“What exactly do you mean by ‘come with you’?” she asked.

“I mean come with me to the next world.”

“The underworld, is it?”

“You really are clever.” Gong Rong smiled. It bloomed on his face like a pale flower—graceful and delicate—beauty, which was unaffected by gender.

Ning Shu pried his fingers off one by one. “Our worldviews clearly don’t align so we can’t die together.”

What a joke. Did he think he was some kind of emperor? How could he demand someone to be buried along with him?

F*cking hell. Why was it always like this with men? If they weren’t trying to kill her and ‘preserve her beauty,’ then they were trying to drag her into the grave with them.

Gong Rong didn’t seem to mind her peeling his hand away. He simply nodded, as though he’d expected this all along. “I knew you’d say that.”

“Still,” he added. “I thought if we could die together, it’d be quite the joyful thing in this lifetime.”

He looked at her. “I really do like that shameless streak in your personality.”

“You’re even more shameless,” she shot back. “How do you even say things like ‘come die with me’ with a straight face?”

She was alive and perfectly well. What did she ever do to him, for him to insist on dragging her down to the underworld with him?

Gong Rong looked tired. He leaned back against the pillow. His voice was low and hoarse as he said, “You don’t seem to like me very much.”

Ning Shu: …

When had she ever liked Gong Rong?

She turned the question around. “If the roles were reversed—if you were alive and well, and I asked you to die with me—would you agree?”

Gong Rong nodded. “I would. I’ve never had a fear of death. I’ve known since childhood that I’d die—maybe tomorrow, maybe in a year, maybe ten years from now.”

As if that made him special.

Who didn’t know they were going to die? Death was the only certain thing in life.

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