Blossom In Adversity - Vol. 2

C312. Ah Zhi Did It.

Chapter 312: Ah Zhi Did It

Wu Yong knew this wasn’t the moment for idle chatter. The second the Hua family was out the door, he made his exit without hesitation.

The space immediately felt hollow. Gu Yanxi, gripping a handkerchief tight, kept scrubbing at the blood caked under Ah Zhi's nails. Slowly, as if the weight of it all was just sinking in, his composed mask began to crack. His hands shook; his face twitched.

Suddenly, he lurched forward, climbing onto the bed and clutching the unconscious Ah Zhi against him. Only then, holding her close, could he force himself to believe she hadn’t slipped away from him.

He’d come so damn close to losing her!

The thought alone dragged him into a suffocating void, as if he were plunging into a bottomless abyss. He forced himself to breathe deeply, clawing back from the brink, refusing to let darker possibilities consume him.

Gu Yanxi pressed a firm kiss to Ah Zhi's head, his mind ablaze with resolve. It didn’t matter who was responsible—he would hunt them down, and they'd pay the ultimate price.

Blood for blood!

At the doorway, Hua Pingyu gripped his younger brother's wrist tightly, holding him back from barging in. The controlled fury in his earlier demeanor was gone, replaced by raw, unfiltered emotion—a sight that oddly reassured him. It wasn't just his daughter who burned with passion; this man’s feelings for her ran just as deep, if not deeper.

“That’s enough,” Hua Pingyu murmured, his voice low but steady. “Even if they’re torn apart in the end, at least they’ve loved each other fiercely. If this is the trial fate has chosen for our daughter, then so be it—it’s worth every moment.”

The Chen couple was summoned again. Hua Pingyang wiped his face, stepping forward with a sharp edge in his tone. “Mrs. Chen, sorry to bother you once more.”

Mrs. Chen’s eyes were red, her voice trembling with raw emotion. “It’s no bother… That poor girl… sigh.”

The neighborhood was on edge—doors cracked open just enough to peek through, but no one dared breathe too loud. Some had already bolted through back doors, terrified that the black-clad enforcers might paint the walls red with blood.

Hua Pingyang forced a thin, humorless smile as he guided Mrs. Chen to the room’s entrance. Inside, Gu Yanxi was already up. He couldn’t care less about what others thought of him, but for Ah Zhi’s sake, he had to keep things clean.

Mrs. Chen hesitated, her fear as plain as daylight. This was a man who carved lives as casually as chopping vegetables, and every step closer felt like a gamble with fate.

Gu Yanxi acted like he didn’t notice a thing, casually setting down a few small bottles in plain sight. “Grab some strong liquor, mix it with water, and clean the wound. After that, use the medicine in this bottle first. There isn’t much, so just drip a little on and spread it evenly. Wait a moment, then dust the wound with the powder in the box. Got it?”

Mrs. Chen bobbed her head, eager and confident. It wasn’t rocket science.

Gu Yanxi shot a glance at Ah Zhi, then turned on his heel and walked away, his fists tightly clenched behind him.

Out in the corridor, Hua Pingyu approached, hesitating for a beat before placing a hand on Gu Yanxi’s shoulder. That single pat told him everything—Gu Yanxi’s body was coiled tight, his emotions buried just under the surface. Hua Pingyu understood. This man cared far more than he ever let on.

With a heavy sigh, Hua Pingyu said, “Thanks for showing up when you did. If not for you, the Hua family would’ve been finished.”

Gu Yanxi shook his head, voice cold but unwavering. “As long as Ah Zhi’s still breathing, you’ll pull through.”