Chapter 50: Going to the Hospital

Not long after, the butler's voice echoed through the hallway, "Young Master, the key is here."

The door was pushed open slowly, and Si Qinyu appeared in the doorway, his face etched with anxiety. In the moonlight, his silhouette appeared exceptionally slender yet tense, his eyes brimming with worry and urgency.

Just as Si Qinyu crossed the threshold, Lu Randran abruptly raised her head. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and her voice carried an unquestionable, resolute finality: "Get out of here right now! Otherwise, I will divorce you tomorrow!"

She pointed a finger at the butler, who was standing to the side with a stunned expression. Her tone was saturated with anger and disappointment.

Moonlight filtered through the lattice window, casting mottled shadows across her face and highlighting her steadfast expression.

Hearing this, Si Qinyu's expression shifted drastically. He stepped forward quickly, attempting to grab Lu Randran's hand, but she violently shoved him away. Their figures appeared turbulent and unsettled amidst the shifting interplay of light and shadow.

With a helpless sigh and a deep frown, Si Qinyu spoke with a trace of an imperceptible tremor in his voice: "I only came in because I was worried about you."

Lu Randran's emotions, like gunpowder waiting to be ignited, erupted instantly. She abruptly stood up, the legs of her chair scraping harshly against the floor.

Her eyes seemed to burn with a raging fire as she stared directly at Si Qinyu, every word seemingly squeezed from between her clenched teeth: "Get away from me! Stay away!"

With that, she raised her hand and swept the teacup off the table with all her might, sending shards of porcelain scattering across the floor.

Her figure trembled, and though tears swirled in her eyes, she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

Si Qinyu refused to yield or leave. His feet seemed rooted to the spot, firmly anchored in place, while his gaze remained resolute. "I am not leaving."

Seeing this, Lu Randran's anger flared even higher. She rushed forward, pushing fiercely against Si Qinyu's chest with both hands in an attempt to shove him out the door.

Yet Si Qinyu remained immovable, standing firm as a mountain. His hands gently grasped Lu Randran's shoulders, trying to soothe her agitated state.

Lu Randran's gaze swept frantically around the room, finally landing on the sharp fruit knife resting on the table.

With almost instinctive speed, she lunged forward, grabbed the knife, and pressed the blade against her own throat without a moment's hesitation.

The silvery-white blade caught the moonlight, emitting a cold glint that formed a sharp contrast with her flushed face, which was stained with anger and despair.

Her knuckles turned slightly white from the force of her grip, and her voice trembled with tension yet retained an undeniable, unyielding resolve: "If you take one more step closer to me, I will die right here in front of you! I mean what I say, so don't push me!"

Tears finally broke free, spilling over her eyelids and tracing a path down her cheeks, glistening against the cold steel of the blade resting on her neck.

Horrified, Si Qinyu hastily called out, "Don't do anything rash! I won't come any closer."

His voice carried a slight tremor, and his eyes were filled with sheer terror and deep concern.

Lu Randran's figure appeared breathtakingly resolute yet profoundly fragile, the silvery blade gleaming coldly against her throat.

Her eyes were tightly shut as tears continued to stream down her face.

Lu Randran's voice shook, every single syllable seemingly forced up from the deepest depths of her heart: "I never, ever imagined you could be so despicable as to drug me!"

Her eyes snapped open, blazing with an uncontrollable fury and bottomless despair.

The hand gripping the hilt of the knife trembled slightly, but her gaze remained extraordinarily firm.

Si Qinyu's brow furrowed slightly, a look of profound innocence washing over his features.

Slowly, he parted his lips, his voice laced with a mixture of incomprehension and gentleness: "Randran, what do you mean by that? How could I possibly have drugged you?"

A flicker of deep pain crossed the depths of Si Qinyu's eyes. He slowly reached out a hand, attempting to close the distance slightly, yet held back out of fear that he might shatter Lu Randran's fragile equilibrium.

"Randran, calm down. Put the knife down and let's talk this through properly."

His voice was soft and quivering.

Lu Randran's fingers turned pale from the tightness of her grip on the knife handle. Every breath she took seemed to tremble, yet she stubbornly refused to lower the lethal weapon.

Her voice, though trembling, remained steeped in determination. Biting her lower lip so hard that a hint of blood was barely visible, she persisted: "I have nothing to talk about with you. Give me the antidote."

Her eyes were like two bottomless pools of frozen water—frigid and unyielding.

Her fingers were white-knuckled around the handle, her joints aching from the sheer pressure.

She lifted her chin slightly, forcing herself to lock eyes with Si Qinyu, her gaze burning with fury and unresigned resentment.

The air hung thick with tension and despair, making Lu Randran's voice ring out through the silent night with piercing clarity and resolve.

With a helpless sigh, Si Qinyu slowly drew a delicate small vial from his pocket, the surface of the bottle catching the dim light with a faint shimmer.

He carefully uncapped it, gently tapped out a single transparent pill, and held it up before Lu Randran. His eyes were filled with tenderness and pleading: "Randran, take this. Once you take it, you'll feel better."

Lu Randran's gaze locked intently onto the pill, suspicion and a desperate longing warring within her eyes.

Her trembling hand slowly lifted, as if every millimeter of movement demanded an immense well of courage.

Suddenly snapping back to her senses, Lu Randran shook her head violently, a flash of fierce determination crossing her eyes: "No."

Though her voice was soft, her fingers clenched into fists. The blade that had been pressed against her throat was lowered slowly, though not entirely pulled away from her skin; instead, it hovered at a delicate, threatening angle.

Lu Randran's gaze flickered between the pill in Si Qinyu's hand and his pleading expression. Just as hesitation took hold of her, a rapid series of footsteps echoed from outside the door.

The door was thrown open abruptly, and Bai Yu's figure came into view. Her expression was tense, her eyes instantly locking onto the blade at Lu Randran's neck.

Taking a decisive step forward, Bai Yu spoke with unshakeable conviction: "Randran, don't be afraid. I'm here."

Even as she offered soothing words to Lu Randran, she inched closer step by step, her gaze overflowing with heartache and fierce resolve.

The taut strings of Lu Randran's nerves seemed to loosen slightly. The guarded look in her eyes gradually dissipated, and the blade in her hand drifted downward.

Seizing the opportunity, Bai Yu lunged forward, snatched the knife away, pulled Lu Randran tightly into her embrace, and bolted toward the door, heading straight for the hospital.

Supporting Lu Randran as they moved, every step felt agonizingly heavy.

Lu Randran's complexion was as pale as paper, her body trembling slightly as the effects of the drug still lingered in her system.

Just as they were struggling forward, Chu Linchen and Qin Xi happened to turn the corner. Catching sight of the scene instantly, Chu Linchen's gaze turned razor-sharp.

He strode forward quickly, taking hold of Lu Randran's other arm. His steady and powerful support instantly stopped her body from swaying.

Qin Xi followed closely behind, watching Lu Randran with a tense and worried expression.

Moving together as a group of four, with Chu Linchen and Bai Yu cooperating seamlessly, they pressed forward with determined strides toward the hospital.

Feeling the warmth radiating from Chu Linchen, Lu Randran instinctively leaned further into his side.

Seeing this, Bai Yu sighed helplessly, glanced at Chu Linchen, and muttered, "I'm sorry, she really isn't in her right mind right now."