Chapter 3

Song Lian is right, I don't have as much money as Major General Xue.

So for the following items, as long as Song Lian glanced at them, they were immediately claimed by her.

Pigeon Blood Necklace, Southern Song Blue and White Porcelain Tea Set, rare foreign paintings, without exception.

My nails dug into my palms, yet the pain in my fingertips was not even a tenth of the ache in my heart.

Seeing that painting I've long been fond of being auctioned off, I suddenly stood up and looked at the officer behind Xue Jinwen.

"Major General Xue, are you not leaving any items for others?"

Xue Jinwen's gaze always followed Song Lian, full of indulgence.

Seeing him silent, the officer glanced at me disdainfully and said, "Miss Song, these are all gifts from the Major General to the Second Miss. As long as the Second Miss is happy, others don't matter to him."

I fixed my gaze on Xue Jinwen.

Xue Jinwen! Really, well done!

Spending extravagantly for a beauty, yet you're indifferent to the gifts I prepared painstakingly!

After the auction ended, Song Lian became the center of attention among the noblewomen in South City.

I was too lazy to watch their hypocrisy, but was tripped by Song Lian as I was getting in the car.

"Sister, where are you going? Can I join you?"

I pushed her away coldly, "I'm going to the Beast Fighting Arena to place a bet, that place isn't suitable for you!"

But behind me, Xue Jinwen bent down to open the door for her.

"Second Miss, please get in."

Once in the car, Song Lian excitedly discussed today's auction.

"Brother Jinwen, why do you think Major General Xue favored me today? I don't even know him."

Xue Jinwen's voice was unbelievably tender, "It must be because he likes you!"

Song Lian's face suddenly flushed, hesitantly speaking, "Brother Jinwen, stop talking nonsense..."

Xue Jinwen's gaze was intense, as if making a heartfelt confession.

"I'm not talking nonsense, Second Miss is kind and lovely, any man would like that."

"Then... does Brother Jinwen also like me?"

Not wanting to continue watching their flirtations, I interrupted them coldly.

"If you want to flirt, get out, this is my car."

Song Lian's eyes reddened again, looking down, not daring to speak.

Xue Jinwen clenched his fists, casting a cold gaze at me.

Even though my heart had long died, at that moment, I still couldn't help but feel the pain...

I thought seeing Xue Jinwen and Song Lian being affectionate would be painful enough.

But I didn't expect what was even more painful was yet to come.

On a whim, I said I'd go to the Beast Fighting Arena, and I had to brace myself to enter.

The rusted iron bars of the Beast Fighting Arena were pulled open, making an ear-piercing metallic clash.

The roars of the beasts were terrifying, and the stench of blood was overwhelming.

I walked straight through the crowd, standing right in the front row.

A gunshot rang out, and the bull's eyes turned crimson.

The next second, the maddened beast suddenly charged at me.

Amidst the screams of the crowd, Xue Jinwen turned around without hesitation to protect Song Lian, walking towards the door.

And I stood closest to the bull, watching the saliva on its fangs getting nearer.

"Ah!"

Sharp pain came from my lower back, and I heard the ripping of fabric and flesh.

Blood gushed out, and I spun and fell to the ground.

As I closed my eyes, I saw Song Lian burying her face in Xue Jinwen's arms, crying terribly.

"Brother Jinwen, you're sister's adjutant, why are you protecting me?"

"Second Miss, don't blame yourself, even if it happened a thousand times, I would still protect you."

"Get out..." I trembled with anger, but my voice was hoarse and weak.

Song Lian, startled, broke away from Xue Jinwen's arms, "Sister, you're awake! It's all my fault... how are you feeling?"

I forced a cold smile with difficulty, "With you two filthy people here, I could never get better."

Xue Jinwen's voice was low, "Eldest Miss, the situation was urgent at the time, it was my negligence."

I turned my head, looking out the window, not seeing him again.

Song Lian's tears fell profusely, biting her lips as she ran out.

Xue Jinwen looked at me, hesitated for a moment but still chased after her.

It doesn't matter anymore, the pain in my back is nothing compared to the pain in my heart.

A tear slipped down, and I slowly wiped it away.

Song Zhiwei, don't cry, because... no one will feel sorry for you anymore.