C1 Miss Tong Killed Herself

"Dad, please... don't send me there..." Tong Fu pleaded, kneeling on the ground and clutching her father's leg.

Tong Haoyuan knelt down too. "I'm begging you as well. Just help the family through this crisis, and after that, you can do whatever you want. I promise I won't stand in your way."

Tong Fu shook her head desperately. "Everyone in the city knows that Fenng Yun has an incurable disease. Sending me there is like sending me to my death."

"But if you don't go, the company will go under. Thousands of employees won't get paid, and they'll come after me," Tong Haoyuan said, gripping her shoulders. "Once the company stabilizes, you can come home. I'll find the best doctors in the world for you. Medicine is so advanced now; maybe one day, you'll be cured."

Tong Fu sobbed uncontrollably, clinging tightly to her father's pants.

"What are you all standing around for? Get her to Fenng Yun's estate," Tong Haoyuan ordered the two bodyguards nearby with a sharp look.

"Yes, sir." The two bodyguards stepped forward, roughly pulling Tong Fu up and forcing her into the car.

Inside the car, she cried and pounded on the windows, but it was no use. Her father had already turned away and gone back inside.

An hour later, they arrived at Fenng Yun's estate, which was more accurately a large manor, with several hundred yards of land surrounding the villa.

Tong Fu was dragged into the house by two bodyguards. Inside, the place was buzzing with activity, a lively party in full swing. Men and women swayed to the music, and the air was thick with the smell of alcohol.

She scanned the room and spotted Fenng Yun on the sofa, exuding an impressive aura. His high-bridged nose and deep-set eyes gave him a handsome yet aloof appearance. Although it was their first meeting, she recognized him instantly. His HIV diagnosis had dominated the news for an entire week, and now everyone in the city knew about it.

One bodyguard held onto Tong Fu's arm to prevent her from escaping, while the other approached Fenng Yun to inform him. Seconds later, the man's gaze swept over, and he gestured to the DJ, bringing the music to an abrupt halt.

Fenng Yun stood and walked over to Tong Fu, scrutinizing her as if she were merchandise. "Are you the Tong family daughter I'm supposed to marry?"

Tong Fu clenched her jaw, remaining silent, her brow furrowed deeply. He lifted her chin with his hand, "With that attitude, I might just return you."

"Go ahead, I'd rather you did. Who wants to marry someone with HIV?" Tong Fu retorted through gritted teeth.

The man's expression darkened instantly, and he withdrew his hand. "Someone with HIV?"

Laughter rippled through the room, everyone stifling their giggles to avoid angering Fenng Yun. In front of so many people, she dared to speak like that, and her face couldn't help but show her embarrassment.

He sneered, "Since I got sick, I haven't been with a woman. Now that one's practically offering herself, I might as well indulge. Let's continue!"

With that, he crouched down, hoisted Tong Fu over his shoulder, and strode toward the upstairs room.

"Let me go, you jerk! Let go!"

The music resumed, drowning out Tong Fu's protests. She pounded his back with all her might, but his muscles seemed harder than her fists, leaving her hands aching.

In the next moment, she found herself tossed onto a soft bed. Before she could react, the man loomed over her.

"Don't touch me, you bastard! If you infect me, I'll kill you!"

She pushed him away with all her strength, flailing wildly. Her nails scratched his face, and blood immediately welled up.

Seeing the blood, panic surged through her. Blood was the most direct way to spread infection!

"Get away, don't touch me! Get away!" Tong Fu scrambled backward, frantically wiping her blood-streaked hand on the sheets, terrified of catching something.

Fenng Yun wiped his cheek and, seeing the streak of blood, felt a surge of anger. He yanked off his belt, grabbed her hands, and tied them above her head to the bedpost.

“No, no...”

“Fenng Yun, you sicko!”

“I’ll kill you!”

“I’m begging you, don’t touch me, please...”

“Ah... it hurts...”

...

The next day.

Tong Fu opened her eyes, her wrists still marked with red welts from the belt. She pulled back the covers to reveal a red stain on the white sheets. Her heart ached with a sharp pain.

Last night, she had not only come into contact with his blood but had also shared an intimacy that likely meant she was infected. Tears welled up in her eyes as she picked up the glass from the table and walked to the bathroom.

She sank into the bathtub, letting the cold water wash over her.

Crash!

The glass shattered on the floor. She picked up a shard and cut her wrist. Blood dripped onto the floor, but she didn’t flinch. She placed her hand in the tub, watching the blood swirl in the water like a watercolor painting, then closed her eyes, waiting for the end...

With this illness, she figured she wouldn’t live long anyway. Better to end it now than suffer through the pain and judgment from others.

In the front yard of the villa, the guests who attended last night's party had already left. Fenng Yun was leisurely sipping red wine while video chatting with Mao Jiarong on his phone.

"I heard your place was quite lively last night. Xiaoxun sent me a video. I didn't expect your fiancée to be so unique," Mao Jiarong said, trying to suppress a laugh.

"Thanks to your sister, I've been the talk of the town all week. It's been embarrassing," Fenng Yun replied, clearly annoyed.

"My sister has had a crush on you since she was a kid. When you turned her down at her birthday party, she didn't take it well. I've tried talking to her, but you know how she is—doesn't listen to anyone," Mao Jiarong said, recalling last night's video and chuckling behind his hand.

"Stop laughing! You owe me for this. No woman wants to come near me now because of that news."

"Alright, alright. I'll make it up to you when I get back."

"Mr. Fenng, something terrible has happened!" a servant shouted, rushing downstairs.

Fenng Yun turned, frowning. "What's going on? Why the panic?"

"Miss Tong... she tried to take her life!" the servant gasped.

"What?!"

In an instant, he tossed his phone onto the table and dashed upstairs. He burst into the bathroom to find a pool of bloody water and a pale woman submerged in it.

"You're out of your mind!"

He reached out, swiftly pulling the woman from the bathtub and wrapping her in a nearby robe. Without wasting a moment, he drove her to the hospital.

He had planned to tell her the truth about the news reports claiming he was ill once she woke up. But he never expected her to react so extremely, attempting to take her own life as soon as she regained consciousness.