The Crippled Boss Loves Me

"Mrs. Ji, you seem to be afraid of me. What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I'll do something bad?" Zhan Cangqiong's eyes were fixed on Shen Hanxing. "I admit that there are some things that I can do, but so what? Can you kill me, Mrs. Ji?"

Zhan Cangqiong raised his hand. The joints on his palm were distinct, looking slender and beautiful, like a pair of hands that could play the piano. However, Shen Hanxing was well aware that not only did the pair of hands not know how to play a musical instrument, but they would also touch many weapons and be stained with blood. But now, he was holding the fruit knife with both hands. He did not hold back his strength. He held the fruit knife and let the sharp edge cut his palm, causing bright red blood to flow.

But Zhan Cangqiong seemed to be unable to feel the pain. He continued to hold the fruit knife and guided Shen Hanxing to place it against his chest. Shen Hanxing could not help but frown.

Zhan Cangqiong was still laughing. "Isn't it too ugly to cut my neck? You don't have enough strength and didn't cut it deep enough. I won't die so quickly. I'll be the one suffering." As he spoke, he pulled the fruit knife closer to his chest. His smile seemed to be carved on his face. He said with a bit of temptation, "This is my heart. As long as you stab it in, even a fruit knife can take my life. Mrs. Ji, do you dare? With just a little bit of force..."

Shen Hanxing's eyes narrowed as a bad feeling flashed across her mind. She gripped the handle of the fruit knife tightly and quickly retreated. However, Zhan Cangqiong was faster. He pulled the fruit knife with all his might and stabbed it into his heart. His body even straightened a little in cooperation with her.

Spurt! There was a slight sound. Even though Shen Hanxing managed to retreat in time, Zhan Cangqiong still managed to push the fruit knife a little forward. The tip of the knife pierced through the fabric of his chest and into his flesh. Blood flowed down the white shirt under his suit.

"Are you crazy?" Shen Hanxing gritted her teeth. The fruit knife did not go too deep. The wound looked scary, but it was just a flesh wound. If she had reacted a little slower, who knew if that lunatic Zhan Cangqiong would have stabbed the fruit knife into his chest? Wasn't he afraid that he would really die? This person was a complete lunatic!

"Mrs. Ji, your reaction is swift. What a pity," Zhan Cangqiong's face showed a look of regret for not being able to hurt Shen Hanxing's vital parts. After speaking, he looked up at Shen Hanxing with an evil glint in his eyes. "Mrs. Ji, you did not cherish this opportunity."

Shen Hanxing sneered. She put the fruit knife away and threw it far away. She said coldly, "It is not worth dirtying my hands for someone like you."

Zhan Cangqiong's face, which was originally full of smiles, instantly turned cold. His eyes also darkened like an enraged dog. Shen Hanxing's red lips curled into a mocking smile when she saw his expression. A person like Zhan Cangqiong did not care about other people's lives and was extremely conceited and proud. The more she looked down on him, the crazier he became. On the contrary, if she were angry and lost her mind or even yelled at him, her negative emotions would become his toys. To him, it was like she was pleasing him.

Zhan Cangqiong looked at Shen Hanxing coldly as if he wanted to cut her into pieces.

"If you don't kill me, you'll regret it," Zhan Cangqiong gritted his teeth and cursed, "I'll definitely pester you in the future and make you regret your attitude towards me today forever." He was not afraid of death. Ever since he could remember, he had been hovering on the edge of danger. However, he hated being looked at by people like that. It was as if he was still the weak and useless little bean who could even cry, and he had no room to resist when facing people he hated. However, things were different now. He was the most promising heir to the Zhan family, and countless people feared him. How could a woman like Shen Hanxing dare to look at him like that?

However, Zhan Cangqiong's brutal declaration only got Shen Hanxing's nonchalant and disdainful chuckle. "As you wish." She responded and grabbed the napkin on the table indifferently, wiping the blood on her hand bit by bit. Her face was calm, her long eyelashes drooped, and her hand movements were neither fast nor slow. She wiped it patiently and carefully as if she had not just been in a dangerous fight but had just finished playing the piano or just come down from the stage.