(Gold Medal Bonus 3)

his agreement, all household chores shall be handled by... 。Article 20, During the term of this agreement, all matters shall be subject to the Master's instructions. 。Looking at the twenty unequal t...Wen Jing was sent to the operating room for emergency surgery, her life hanging by a thread. The doctor said the situation was not optimistic and there was little chance of survival. Ye Tianyu was too cruel; that gunshot in her abdomen might very well take Wen Jing's life.

Fang Luo and Fan Yuanyuan looked at each other, standing outside the operating room waiting for news. Zhang Mu was so anxious that he was drenched in cold sweat, filled with both anger and heartache. He feared that none of them had expected Ye Tianyu to be so cruel and heartless.

"Would Wenjing die" Zhang Mu's line was directed at no one in particular. He wasn't sure who to ask for help, but he selfishly didn't want Wenjing to die like that. Fan Yuanyuan asked disapprovingly, "Do you believe Wenjing"

“I believe her, Wenjing wouldn’t do something like this,” Zhang Mu xing said, turning to Fang Luo, “What do you think”

"I don't know either," Fangluo said painfully. "My reason tells me to believe Wenjing, but the facts are so cruelly laid out before us, how can we believe Wenjing, how can we believe her"

On the ground, thunder and lightning roared, heavy rain poured down, it was a sleepless night.

Ye Tianyu propped his hands on the table, his face ashen. The photo of Kelei was so glaring in front of him that he didn't even dare to look at the place where Kelei had an accident. His heart ached as if it were being pierced by countless silver needles.

My fist was clenched so tight, it almost shattered, but it couldn't ease the pain in my heart.

His restraint had reached its limits.

On a cold rainy night, he felt even colder.

The phone rang incessantly, but Ye Tianyu seemed to not hear it. He stared at Wen Jing over and over again in the video. The video of Wen Jing wasn't a synthesized one, no, it was completely real. The person, the location, the time, the events—everything was there.

The evidence was overwhelming, he tried to analyze this period of time, trying to exonerate Wen Jing. He sent the video to headquarters for analysis, and the message they returned was that the video was valid and found no errors, which means Wen Jing had indeed betrayed him.

The girl in the painting, just like her name, was gentle and quiet. She had long hair, tied back in a ponytail, fully developed, beautiful like a night orchid blooming in the night sky, with a magic that calmed him. Now that magic was gone, his angel had become his demon, and he wanted to kill her.

Once Wen Jing was killed, everything ended.

Ke Ran's death brought comfort, he would no longer be so tormented.

Even if happiness remains unattainable in this lifetime, enduring each other's torment is worse.

Why is it calm

He watched the interrogation video of Wen Jing again and again. Wen Jing was tied up in a room, covered in bloodstains. All the evidence of betrayal pointed to Wen Jing, but she bit her lip and denied it, even when he shot her four times—in the shoulder, thigh, and abdomen... Wen Jing did not change her statement.

She said no.

She wasn't a traitor, no one knew. These four shots seemed to take his life away, like countless bullets hitting him. But in the face of Ye Kelan's death, Ye Tianyu's heart gradually died with her. When he learned that the person who betrayed him was Wen Jing, he completely lost his rationality.

He was so impulsive that in order to force a confession, he fired four shots at his beloved woman. He had gone mad, and he wanted her to feel his pain. But she stubbornly looked at him, saying word by word, "I am not a traitor."

Wen Jing was a tough girl, even when she fainted from blood loss, she never let go of one answer. She kept it to herself.

"You'll regret this," she said. Ye Tianyu felt a coppery taste in his throat, but he struggled to swallow the blood that was about to spill.

Fan YuanYuan knocked on the door and said, "Wen Jing was sent to the emergency room."

Ye Tianyu seemed not to have heard. He shamelessly and painfully heard the sound of his own sigh of relief, she wasn't dead. His reason constantly told himself that killing Wen Jing would end all sources of pain. But hearing that she was alive, he inexplicably let out a sigh of relief. Reason hadn't had time to react, his heart had already given him the answer. Wasn't he deliberately avoiding her vital points when he fired at Wen Jing, so she could survive

Late at night...

The lightning became even more violent, the rain pouring down with greater intensity. Thunder roared and lightning flashed, a rare sight in the Middle East. Fang Luo hurriedly knocked on Ye Tianyu's door. He was still watching Wen Jing in the video. Fang Luo gasped for breath, "Wen Jing... Wen Jing..."

She spoke haltingly. Ye Tianyu suddenly stood up, a chill crawling up his spine. What was wrong with Wen Jing Was she dead

Ye Tianyu's face instantly turned pale. Even when he shot at Wen Jing, his expression hadn't wavered. But now, there was a hint of panic and fear in his eyes, fleeting as it was, yet captured by Fang Luo.

She took a deep breath and replied, "Wen Jing climbed the watchtower."

"What did you say" Ye Tianyu roughly pushed Fang Luo aside, ran onto the ground, and the heavy rain seemed to wash away all evil, a dark mass, heavy as ink. Such battleground watchtowers were common in the Middle East, standing thirty meters high. When Ye Tianyu reached the surface, Fan Yuan Yuan, Zhang Mu Xing and others were already waiting below. They dared not approach or go up.

Because Wenjing stood on the watchtower, no one knew what she was thinking.

She went straight from the emergency room to intensive care. The doctor said she wouldn't likely wake up until tomorrow, but Wen Jing suddenly came to, and no one knew how the critically injured Wen Jing had gotten out of the ground and climbed up the thirty-meter-high watchtower.

She was wearing a white hospital gown, standing so high up, swaying precariously. It was an old-fashioned military watchtower, and Ye Tianyu usually didn't have anyone guarding it. There was no one below, and the rain was coming down like beans, the wind howling fiercely. They were all afraid that Wen Jing's thin body couldn't withstand the wind's assault and fall from such a height.

“What is she trying to do” Fan Yuan Yuan exclaimed, anxiously watching Wen Jing high above. Ye Tian Yu’s heart was in his throat, he stared at Wen Jing up there. The distance was too far and the rain and mist were too heavy, he couldn't see Wen Jing’s face, he could only see her thin body standing alone and helplessly in the rain.

Wen Jing looked in Ye Tianyu's direction. Though she couldn't see clearly, Ye Tianyu was filled with joy and suddenly remembered Wen Jing's words, "You will regret this." "A-Jing, don't..." He suddenly sprinted away. A hint of a smile played at the corner of Wen Jing's lips. She spread her arms wide, leaned back, and like a broken butterfly in the wind, plummeted from the watchtower over thirty meters high...

"My goodness..." Fan Yuan Yuan, Fang Luo, and Zhang Mu Xing were all dumbfounded.

With a deafening thud, Wen Jing's body crashed into the soil. Blood flowed continuously from beneath her, staining the surrounding puddles a thin red. Ye Tianyu suddenly stopped in his tracks, his hand already outstretched to catch the falling girl.

However, it was all too late.

Her tranquil backbone allowed her to prove her innocence in such a tragic way, indicting all the injustice.

All the tragedies are almost over, huh.

I am a child of my word. Everyone is amazing today! The third gold medal has been updated, and tomorrow I will add one more chapter if it reaches 280 gold medals, and two more chapters if it reaches 300 gold medals.

Because the time was too close to dawn, I was worried about the quality, so I postponed this morning's update to nine o'clock. Please forgive me. Today's update is the most complete.

Gold medal bonus, everyone has gold medals smash it.s simple as egg noodles, pale and bland, it’s obvious there's no flavor. Looking at his flustered hands, her heart softened into a mess. Scenes of him being cared for, having meals made for him, floo...