Chapter 115: What Are You Dawdling For?

“I’ve heard enough of your sly excuses,” Liang Xizhou said harshly, his voice rough with a hint of mockery. “But I suppose you weren’t trying to charm me with pretty words anyway.”

He looked up at Shang Yucheng. “So, Mr. Shang, what do you think? Has this woman managed to redeem the pure and kind image she has in your eyes?”

Shang Yucheng cast him a look of disbelief.

With a scoff, he replied bluntly, “Not a word of it.”

Liang Xizhou had intended to ridicule Liang Jinshang, but he hadn’t expected Shang Yucheng to be even more ruthless.

“Ha ha ha...” Liang Xizhou felt a surge of satisfaction, but his laughter was soon cut short by Shang Yucheng’s calm voice.

“What would I want with her being pure and kind?” Shang Yucheng said as he casually slung an arm around Liang Jinshang’s shoulder, leaning down without a care for anyone else. “I’d rather have her be a little worse.”

Liang Jinshang had no mood to respond to his teasing mockery.

At that moment, there was a knock at the door.

Her heart tightened instantly as she recalled Shang Yucheng’s earlier words about sending Liang Xizhou to a sanatorium.

“No! Shang Yucheng! You can’t force Liang Xizhou into the sanatorium!”

Shang Yucheng’s only reply was to walk straight to the door and open it.

Sure enough, several people dressed in the uniforms of Saint An Sanatorium entered. Liang Jinshang wanted to stop them, but a glance at Shang Yucheng made it clear to the staff who held the authority in this room.

There was no way she could block so many people.

Seeing this, Liang Xizhou’s face darkened with fury. He smashed everything within reach onto the floor.

“Let’s see who dares touch me today!”

Veins bulging, he struggled fiercely.

Being disabled, the staff hesitated to use force for fear of hurting him.

Liang Jinshang, frantic and unable to argue with Shang Yucheng, had to focus on this crisis first.

“Shang Yucheng, tell them to stop!”

Shang Yucheng ignored her completely.

“Mr. Shang, we might need to use a sedative.”

“Hm,” Shang Yucheng nodded coolly, his eyes completely indifferent to Liang Xizhou’s resistance.

Like a wild beast stripped of dignity, Liang Xizhou howled in madness.

Liang Jinshang watched, her heart aching as her eyes stung with tears.

Shang Yucheng’s cold-blooded indifference surpassed anything she had imagined—even for her sake, he showed no mercy toward Liang Xizhou.

She couldn’t just stand by and watch Liang Xizhou be taken away and locked up.

With his stubborn personality, who knew what he might do in defiance!

Before anyone could react, Liang Xizhou had already snatched the syringe from their hands and was waving it wildly in front of him, driving them back.

He paid no mind to whether the sharp needle might hurt himself.

Liang Jinshang rushed forward to grab the syringe from him. “Let go! Liang Xizhou, let go!”

But Liang Xizhou was beyond reason, or perhaps in his mind, she too was an accomplice to this betrayal.

Without hesitation, he jabbed the needle toward her.

If Shang Yucheng hadn’t intervened just in time, pulling her back sharply, the needle would have pierced her eye!

The staff had no choice but to save her; someone grabbed Liang Xizhou around the waist and dragged him back.

But forgetting that he was partially paralyzed, the force almost made him fall off the bed.

The floor was littered with shards of broken vases from earlier.

Liang Jinshang’s pupils contracted sharply, and without a second thought, she lunged forward, utterly disregarding the risk of getting cut.

“Jinjin!”

Shang Yucheng tugged so hard on her arm it felt like it might be torn off, finally allowing her to stand upright before she could fall onto the shards.

Only then did she realize that Shang Yucheng was holding Liang Xizhou by the collar, pushing him back onto the bed with one hand, while shielding her with the other.

If not for his strength, both she and Liang Xizhou would have tumbled onto the broken glass, turning into two prickly hedgehogs.

“Xizhou!” Liang Jinshang’s gaze landed on the syringe still in his arm.

In the chaos, he had accidentally injected himself.

A quick-witted medical staff member seized the moment and pushed the sedative fully into Liang Xizhou’s body.

“Hey, you!” Liang Xizhou slammed the person’s hand away, his eyes bloodshot. “Get lost!”

The next moment, he grabbed Liang Jinshang’s collar, his voice seething with venom.

“You can have them drug me and take me away like an animal! I don’t live like a person anyway—I've lived enough, damn it!”

Liang Jinshang struggled for breath—not from the grip around her neck, but as if someone was squeezing her heart, stopping the blood from flowing.

She bit back tears, speaking one word at a time: “I...won’t...let...them...take...you...away...”

The staff around them were at a loss. The sedative was administered, but what to do next was unclear.

They were used to dealing with elderly clients nearing the end of their days.

Families entrusted their loved ones to the sanatorium, and while not always grateful, at least polite.

No one made such a commotion.

They weren’t conducting an execution.

The junior supervisor was about to ask Shang Yucheng for instructions when he suddenly noticed something.

“Mr. Shang… your hand! What happened to your hand?”

Everyone had been focused on the couple struggling on the bed and hadn’t noticed that Shang Yucheng had been covering his left hand with his right.

Blood was dripping freely, clearly a serious injury.

This pampered young master didn’t utter a single word.

Fortunately, there was medical staff present, who stepped forward to tend to Shang Yucheng’s wound.

Without a second thought, he shrugged them off, his gaze fixed solely on Liang Jinshang.

Liang Jinshang knelt by the bedside, supporting Liang Xizhou’s shoulders as the sedative took effect and he slowly lay down.

Once he was settled, she realized the surrounding silence had lasted too long.

Looking up, she met Shang Yucheng’s piercing gaze, cold as a dagger, making her skin ache.

Her eyes were drawn to the steadily dripping blood.

Suddenly she rose from her knees by the bed. “Shang Yucheng, your hand!”

Shang Yucheng let out a mocking, cold smile.

The junior supervisor sensed the tense, strange atmosphere.

He had assumed the beautiful woman and the disabled man on the bed were a couple.

He had even been moved by what he thought was a touching love story.

But judging by Shang Yucheng’s reaction, he was clearly involved in this complicated love triangle.

And most likely... the one who had barged in.

It was the most clichéd scenario: a doomed couple, the woman coveted by a wealthy man who wanted to lock her away and steal her love.

No one dared move Liang Xizhou without Shang Yucheng’s word.

The junior supervisor, eager to curry favor, suggested, “Mr. Shang, perhaps we should treat your wound first. At least stop the bleeding.”

At this moment, Shang Yucheng looked regal and aloof, exuding an overwhelming aura.

Seeing no response, the junior supervisor took his silence as consent and signaled a nurse forward.

Blushing, the nurse had just applied iodine when Shang Yucheng coldly interrupted, “The patient is already sedated. What are you dawdling for?”