Chapter 765 She is as Beautiful as a Painting (1)_1

Song Jiaqi had no idea how the situation would turn around later, she couldn’t spare a single second to stay here, enduring the sting of her wound getting soaked in water and falling every few steps due to the effect of the drugs.

When she looked behind her, those two bodyguards seemed undecided about whether to pursue her or not.

She can’t be caught by them...

Once they become suspicious, she will never escape that room again!

Song Jiaqi gritted her teeth, touching her wound to let the pain awaken her nerves, to make herself a little more lucid.

Just as she entered the elevator, she caught a glimpse of a person standing inside, but before she could identify who it was, she fell, grabbing onto a railing.

Someone beside her seemed to gasp and then helped her.

"Miss, you okay? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?" The person asked, suddenly feeling the dampness on his hand. "She’s hurt. I should take her to the front desk."

Song Jiaqi grabbed the hand that was about to press the button and pleaded weakly: "No... save me... help me..."

She panted heavily, her feelings of suffocation intensifying and struggling to get air.

All she knew was, she couldn’t go to the front desk or seek assistance from any hotel’s management.

It would be hard to say whether they were in on it or not. Even if they weren’t, she would be arrested upon being discovered for killing Mr. Yang. Who knew what would happen next?

She might die. But death isn’t what scared her. What if their goal wasn’t to kill her?

By then, Song Jiaqi didn’t know where her confidence came from. She’d rather trust this stranger who helped her than believe anyone else.

Sometimes, trusting your own instincts isn’t wrong.

Later, she thought, perhaps it was because of his voice.

Right, in times of peril, hearing his voice inexplicably brings her a sense of security. It’s a voice easy to immerse and lose oneself in. Even in that situation, she could still find herself thinking about how nice his voice sounded and how that made her feel a sense of dependency.

Song Jiaqi’s consciousness started to blur, feeling her legs about to give way, her eyelids becoming heavy and her whole body losing strength.

"Hey-- miss-- you can’t just-- hey! What’s going on? Why is she so trusting of me?"

The man then made a call, "Hello, Zheng Xun? I’m giving you an opportunity to tell me what you’re up to. There might still be a chance I’d forgive you..."

"Not guilty? It’s alright then."

No prank?

After a moment of hesitation, he pressed the number "25".

...

Presidential Suite ’United States’.

It was late into the night.

In the restroom, Li Sinian was washing his hands.

His black coat, taken off, lays on a sofa in the living room. Red stains can be seen on his white shirt.

"Mr. Li, what’s the plan for dealing with these people?" Xiao Man’s delicate and soft voice sounded. She was leaning against the doorway, her dark hair spread out on her chest.

"Send them where they should be."

She moved towards Li Sinian, noticing the bloodstained cuffs and spoke lightly, "What now, your clothes are all dirtied."

Only one dim light was switched on in the bathroom, making the place very dark with bad lighting. Li Sinian is tall, and Xiao Man, with her 1.7-meter height even in high heels, felt sore in her neck from looking up at him.

Li Sinian stared at her, feeling how time flies, noticing that she hadn’t changed much over the years.

"If it’s dirty just dispose of it, can we?" she asked.