C1 She Was the Mobile Blood Bank

The operating room was filled with the strong smell of disinfectant. Sheng Yan was strapped to the cold surgical table, a sharp, slender needle piercing her vein. Blood flowed steadily into a sealed bag, leaving her feeling cold and her face drained of color.

Sheng Xiaoyun smiled with satisfaction. "Spending time in a rough place like that really toughens you up. Even after all this, you're still hanging on. Quite impressive."

Sheng Yan endured the pain in silence.

"Being tough won't help you. Yichen isn't coming to save you. You know, the perfume you created won an international award. Yichen changed the entry name to mine. He's busy organizing a celebration party for me right now."

Impossible! Soong Yichen was her fiancé. How could he steal her work and give it to Sheng Xiaoyun?

Sheng Yan's eyes burned with anger. "I don't believe it!"

"Yichen is infatuated with me. He's more than willing to be my backup. What's a little theft for him?"

As she spoke, Sheng Xiaoyun picked up a needle and playfully pricked Sheng Yan's finger. "Such beautiful hands, capable of composing music and crafting scents. It would be a shame to lose them, wouldn't it? I'm kind enough to let you keep your fingers. But that face of yours... can't have it charming men anymore."

She was jealous of Sheng Yan's beauty and talent. Now that she had the chance to torment her, she was determined to make it count.

Several needles pierced into Sheng Yan's face and hands. Her fingers were a bloody mess, and her face was covered in blood. The pain made her scream, and a flood of hatred surged through her heart.

She had been blind! She trusted Sheng Xiaoyun completely, helped her shake off the stigma of being an illegitimate child, and even gave her company shares. In return, Xiaoyun seduced her fiancé and stole her work...

"Sheng Xiaoyun, even as a ghost, I won't let you go!"

"No, I won't let you become a ghost. Young Master Tan is seriously ill, and you're the only one in Sifang City with a matching blood type. I still need your blood to curry favor with the Tan family, so I can't let you die just yet."

Xiaoyun leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you, my walking blood bank, until I've stored enough blood to supply Young Master Tan for a lifetime."

Sheng Yan was in so much pain she couldn't even cry out. Xiaoyun picked up some tissues and wiped the blood from her hands.

"I'm done playing. Old Madam Tan is coming to my celebration party tonight, and I have to handle that old woman properly. But thanks to your rare blood type, even the difficult old lady greets me with a smile. Plus, she's planning to kick out Young Master Tan's wife and let me marry into the Tan family."

Sheng Yan stared intently at Sheng Xiaoyun. She vowed that as long as she lived, she would have her revenge.

Xiaoyun had barely left for five minutes before she stormed back in, shouting, "Young Master Tan is dead! Even a heart transplant couldn't save him! That short-lived fool used so much of your blood, and it was all for nothing. You might as well die with him!"

Sheng Yan's entire body ached, but she gritted her teeth and glared at Xiaoyun. Her gaze was icy, sending shivers down Xiaoyun's spine and causing her fingers to tremble. What had happened to Sheng Yan to make her so unsettling?

A malicious glint flashed in Xiaoyun's eyes as she turned to the bodyguard standing outside the door. "This woman is yours to do with as you please."

The bodyguard's face lit up with delight. "Thank you, Miss!"

Sheng Yan's figure was strikingly attractive, and with the lights off, her bloodied state could be easily ignored. The bodyguard leered as he lunged at her, but Sheng Yan fought back with all her might. However, she was too weak to take on a tall, strong bodyguard.

As her clothes were being torn, Sheng Yan's hand found a scalpel nearby. In a desperate move, she plunged it into the bodyguard's neck. He clutched his throat in fury, throwing Sheng Yan off the operating table and stomping on her stomach.

Surgical tools were scattered all over the floor. A sharp knife had pierced Sheng Yan's heart, and blood flowed freely as her body grew cold and stiff. Staring at the ceiling, she clenched her teeth in defiance. She had been meek and enduring all her life—did she have to die in such a pathetic way too? No! She vowed to return as a vengeful spirit and seek her revenge!

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