Lord, give up! Madam has too many vests

Chapter 401 The Death of Liu Shiyu

The sight inside the elevator made Yan Lan's pupils shrink.

Liu Shiyu leaned her back against the cold car wall, her face ashen. A fruit knife was stuck straight in front of her, and blood was dripping down the handle, forming a small dark stain on the ground.

The piercing scream came from her assistant, who covered her mouth with both hands, her body trembling uncontrollably, crying out repeatedly, "Help! Murder!"

Almost at the same instant, a figure rushed out of the elevator in a panic. It was Song Chi, his face full of panic and his clothes stained with blood.

Yan Lan reacted quickly, dodging to the side. Song Chi didn't have time to stop, and with a "thud," he collided with Yan Feng, who was chasing behind him. The two of them staggered and fell to the ground.

Yan Feng winced in pain, about to curse.

Then the assistant cried out the whole story. Liu Shiyu and Song Chi had planned to get their marriage certificate today, but just before they were about to leave, Liu Shiyu suddenly changed her mind and refused to go.

In his panic, Song Chi repeatedly called to inquire, but not only did he fail to get the reason, he was also subjected to a barrage of insults from Liu Shiyu: "Don't you even know who you are? Someone whose family has a criminal record, do you think you're worthy of marrying a big star like me? Don't even dream about it! And you think you can get a single penny from me to help your Song family? No way!"

These words completely drove Song Chi crazy. He squatted down next to Liu Shiyu's studio for half a day. After she came out, the two started arguing after only a few words. During the argument, Song Chi lost control and stabbed her with the fruit knife he was carrying.

"call the ambulance!"

Yan Lan's voice was calm and without any ripples. Before she finished speaking, she had already rushed into the elevator and bent down to squat next to Liu Shiyu.

Although she disliked Liu Shiyu's character from the bottom of her heart, life and death were at stake, and there was no room for hesitation.

Yan Lan frowned as soon as her fingertips touched Liu Shiyu's wrist. Her pulse was weak and erratic, like a thread that might break at any moment.

Yan Lan immediately had her assistant, who had just finished the phone call, support Liu Shiyu's upper body. She then lifted Liu Shiyu's blood-stained coat, her gaze falling on the fruit knife stuck in her chest, and her heart sank.

The blade was almost completely embedded in the heart; any slight movement would accelerate blood loss.

"Don't move, take a deep breath, I'll press down to stop the bleeding."

While gently comforting her, Yan Lan quickly tore off the lining of her coat, folded it into a thick cloth, and placed it on both sides of the blade. She pressed it firmly with her palms, controlling the pressure just right, neither letting up nor pressing too hard.

Liu Shiyu trembled all over in pain, tears mixed with cold sweat streaming down her face. Her eyes were filled with a desperate desire to live as she looked at Yan Lan. Her voice was broken and choked with sobs: "Lan... Sister Lanlan... save me... I don't want to die..."

Yan Lan didn't speak, but simply raised her hand and pressed down on her philtrum, while her other hand never moved away from pressing down, her eyes fixed on her face.

The pallor on Liu Shiyu's face continued to spread, and her breathing became weaker and weaker until she no longer had the strength to speak. Only the faint rise and fall of her chest remained, gradually calming down.

The ambulance siren finally came from downstairs. As the paramedics rushed into the elevator with the stretcher, Yan Lan raised her hand to check Liu Shiyu's breathing and then felt her pulse. Her fingertips were ice-cold; there was no sign of life.

Not long after, Liu Yuli and Liu Jinnian rushed over. As soon as Liu Yuli saw the stretcher covered with a white sheet at the elevator entrance, she broke down instantly, rushed over like a madwoman, and cried out Liu Shiyu's name, her voice so hoarse that it almost cracked.

Liu Jinnian quickly stepped forward and hugged her to prevent her from falling. His glasses were already fogged up, making it impossible to see his expression. All that could be seen was that his arm, which was holding Liu Yuli, was trembling uncontrollably.

"Song Chi! You murderer, give me back my daughter!"

Liu Yuli broke free from Liu Jinnian's embrace and rushed towards Song Chi, who was being controlled by the police, as if she were a madwoman. She cried hoarsely and punched and kicked him.

Several police officers quickly stopped her and led Song Chi, who was dazed and covered in blood, toward the police car. Song Chi did not say a word throughout the entire process.

Just then, a hurried footstep sound came, and Yan Lan rushed over. When she saw the chaos in front of her and the stretcher covered with a white sheet, her face turned pale instantly.

When she came to her senses, her gaze suddenly fell on Yan Lan in the crowd, her pupils contracted sharply, full of surprise and suspicion.

She subconsciously glanced back at Liu Jinnian beside her, her anger surging instantly. Her tone was full of accusation and resentment: "Liu Jinnian! Is it because of her that you're determined to divorce me? Put your hand on your heart and tell me, how could you do this to me! If I hadn't begged Si Chu for help back then, would you have the status and position you have today? And now you're actually protecting her!"

Before she could finish speaking, Yan Xue rushed forward with red eyes and reached out to grab Yan Lan's hair, clearly venting all her anger on Yan Lan.

Liu Jinnian reacted quickly, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back a step.

"Have you made enough trouble?!" Liu Jinnian's voice was as cold as ice, his eyes full of impatience and disgust. As soon as he finished speaking, a crisp "slap" rang out as he slapped Yan Xue hard across the face.

The slap was swift and heavy. Yan Xue staggered back two steps, covered her face, and looked at Liu Jinnian in disbelief.

"Liu Jinnian! How dare you hit my daughter!" Yan Feng finally came to his senses from the chaos. Upon seeing this, he immediately rushed forward, pointed at Liu Jinnian's nose, and questioned him sharply, displaying a strong protective stance towards his daughter.

Yan Xue covered her face, tears streaming down her cheeks, sobbing as she cried out, "Dad! He hit me!"

But Liu Jinnian completely ignored the father and daughter's accusations, his eyes fixed on Yan Xue, his voice full of suppressed anger, as if it were being squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Yan Xue! Is this the 'help' you promised me? You told me that as long as I followed you, I could become the heir of the Qin family, rise to the top in one step, become the richest man everyone admires, and have whatever I wanted!"

He felt as if the past few years had been a long and absurd nightmare.

He once thought that by grasping Yan Xue as his "lifeline," he could take a shortcut, but he never expected to sink deeper and deeper into the mire.

It wasn't until his younger sister, Liu Shiyu, suddenly died tragically, lying in a blood-soaked elevator, that he suddenly realized just how many mistakes he had made.

Liu Jinnian's voice gradually lowered, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor: "Why should I believe your nonsense... if I hadn't believed you in the first place."

If I hadn't argued with you over status, would things have been different? Would Shiyu still be alive?

"Liu Shiyu is dead?"

Yan Xue covered her face, looked at the bloodstains on the ground and the stretcher that had been carried out, and was dumbfounded.