Remember Self-Control: Bossy Husband Loves Me Deep to Soul

Unexpectedly, Feng Ling tried to frame Si Wan at the cost of self-mutilation and even her life.

In this aspect, Si Wan felt ashamed of her inferiority.

Suddenly, Si Wan rushed up and looked shockingly at the dagger in Feng Ling’s shoulder.

After she reached out to pull the dagger out, blood kept oozing out of Feng Ling’s body.

Si Wan watched the dagger in her hand and didn’t come to the immediate rescue. She also got injured, and Feng Ling was seeking death herself. It had nothing to do with Si Wan.

“Where did you get the dagger?” Si Wan stared at the dagger, showed a fierce look, and asked the woman lying on the floor coldly.

Feng Ling turned pale and sweat profusely, but the corners of her mouth curved up in a smirk, “I like it, so Ming gave it to me. Do you have a problem?”

This was a sheer provocation. Si Wan gave the dagger to Gong Siming for self-defense when she saved him back then. In fact, there was a pair of them passed on from Si Wan’s parents.

Two lines of tears trickled down Si Wan’s cheeks. Regardless of her own safety, she saved Gong Siming, but the man tried to please another woman with a smile. How ironic!

At that moment, Si Wan felt a heart-wrenching pain so dull so that she was left speechless and tearless.

Si Wan looked coldly at the woman groaning in a pool of blood, finding her horrible and pathetic to obtain love through such a method. How would it last?

Feng Ling watched Si Wan’s sympathetic gaze when the pain was consuming her consciousness. In a feeble voice, she begged, “Help!”

Helping you? Si Wan found it ridiculous. She had a death wish and asked for help?

Sadly, Si Wan was not a cruel person and couldn’t watch Feng Ling bleed to death.

Containing her emotions, Si Wan walked to Feng Ling and squatted down.

Then the door of the ward was kicked open with a bang.

Si Wan turned her head and happened to see Gong Siming’s eyes flaring with anger.

Lying on the floor, Feng Ling feebly lifted her hand towards the man, “Ming, help me!”

As soon as Gong Siming saw Feng Ling lying in a pool of blood and Si Wan holding a dagger in her bloody hand, he was fuming with rage.

He strode up and tossed Si Wan aside. The dagger once again slashed across Si Wan’s wounded hand. The incision was deep to the bone.

Bearing the sharp pain, Si Wan got to her feet, watching Gong Siming anxiously carry Feng Ling to the bed and frantically call the doctor.

She felt the whole world was spinning. All the people and voices became more and more distant.

Gong Siming looked at her so angrily as if she was a monster, but Si Wan could no longer feel any pain. Anxious to leave, she somehow had lost control of her body and could not move her feet.

While the doctor strived to save Feng Ling, Gong Siming walked to Si Wan and gave her a cold gaze, “Si Wan, how could you…” There were anger and frustration in his voice.

In great dismay, Si Wan asked unwittingly, “You are willing to do whatever she likes?”

While speaking, Si Wan clenched her injured hand and showed the dagger to Gong Siming with the other hand, “She claimed that you gave this to her, is that true?”

The sight of the dagger fueled Gong Siming’s anger, “Even if I gave her a dagger, is it necessary to kill her?”

Si Wan forced a smile when tears fell into her mouth. The taste was even bitter, “Gong Siming, how could you do this to me!”

Gong Siming felt heartbroken to see Si Wan in such great sorrow and desperation!

Getting no reply, Si Wan clenched her right hand, held the dagger with her left hand, and slowly walked out.

When she just reached the door, Gong Siming called out coldly, “Put down the dagger!”

Si Wan paused, ignored the man behind her, and continued to walk away.

As Si Wan inched her way forward, the blood from her hand sprinkled, forming a scarlet line on the ground.

Shifting his gaze, Gong Siming choked with sobs, “Si Wan, a mere dagger could make you so jealous?”

In the end, Gong Siming didn’t try to catch up.

Full of guilt, Gong Siming looked anxiously at Feng Ling who was receiving emergency treatment, “I’m sorry to see you get harmed like this not long after you woke up!”

The soldiers outside the door watched Si Wan soullessly struggle to walk.

When Hua Er just reached the entrance of the sanatorium, he saw Si Wan holding a dagger and her other hand bleeding.

“Director Si, are you all right?” Hua Er asked anxiously.

Si Wan was unresponsive as if she didn’t hear the man. At a snail’s pace, she continued her way forward.

Her face looked ghastly pale after she bled all the way there.

Hua Er turned around and rushed upstairs. Although he had no idea what happened, he was aware that if Gong Siming let go this time, he would lose Si Wan for good.

As soon as he went upstairs, he saw Gong Siming standing upright outside Feng Ling’s ward. His face was filled with anxiety and guilt.

Regardless of everything, Hua Er rushed to the man, “President Gong, Director Si…”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Before he could finish, Gong Siming cut in with a fierce gaze, “Don’t mention her name to me!”

Gong Siming’s indifferent tone surprised Hua Er. It seemed that Gong Siming didn’t know about Si Wan’s injury. In this case, Hua Er was more determined to inform him.

“President Gong, Director Si…”

Gong Siming pushed Hua Er against the wall and threatened with a hint of murderous intent in his voice, “As I said, don’t mention her name!”

Following his warning, Gong Siming threw Hua Er to the ground and snarled, “Get the hell out!”

Hua Er rose to his feet and ran off without looking back.

Since Gong Siming’s view was momentarily clouded, Hua Er decided to help him. Even if his effort would have little effect, he could at least alleviate Si Wan’s bitter disappointment.

By the time when he ran out, Si Wan already staggered to the car.

“Shit!” Hua Er cursed, rushed to Si Wan, and held the falling woman.

While blood kept gushing out of her palm, Hua Er carried her to the backseat and drove away at top speed.

Reeling from the shock, Gong Siming lowered his head, took deep breaths, and tried to sort out his thoughts.

He opened his eye and instantly saw blood on the floor. The trail extended beyond his vision.

Overcome with fear, Gong Siming slowly traced the specks of blood until he walked out of the sanatorium.

There was a dagger glittering red under the sunlight.

With stiff movements, Gong Siming picked it up and immediately turned pale.

“It can’t be. Si Wan wouldn’t commit suicide!”