Chapter 114: Break her legs with your own hands

"No?" His tone was languid, but the glint in his eyes was cold and venomous. "Isn't the bank card linked to that account registered under your full name? Deny it all you like—makes no difference to me. I already know it was you. He Meimei, you've utterly exhausted every ounce of mercy I once held for you. As for the transplant match, I no longer wish to give it to you. Had I known you would become this wretched, I would never have helped you…"

Her face drained of all color. Did he mean…

He intended to take back the match?

How was she supposed to live without it?

"I… I won't do it again." He Meimei knew when to bow her head. She changed her tone instantly, voice trembling with desperation. "I swear, I'll never dare repeat it."

"Your words?" he said coolly. "Are they worth trusting? Choose—do you want to keep your kidney, or your leg?"

The blood drained from her delicate face. She could see it in his eyes—he wasn't bluffing. He meant every word.

"I'll write a statement, a pledge! If I ever do something like this again, you can do whatever you want with me. Just let me go this once."

"A pledge?" Long Yubei sneered. "Do you think I care for your worthless promises? I don't want your pledge. I want you to suffer—to wish for death and be denied it. Since you won't choose, I'll choose for you…"

Before he could finish, He Meimei burst into tears, voice choked with panic. "Beibei, please… spare me this time. I truly won't dare again. I'm scared—whatever you ask, I'll do it. Even kneel to her, if that's what you want—just please don't pursue this any further."

Tears streamed down her face in mere seconds, but Long Yubei remained utterly unmoved. He tilted his head, watching her coldly. "Why the tears now? When you schemed against others, did you cry then? Did fear cross your mind? Isn't it a bit late for regret? Meimei, you know what kind of man I am. Even if you tear the heavens with your cries today, it will not sway me. You made your move—now I'll make mine. Since you refuse to choose, I'll have them remove the transplant match. What's mine, I take back. And if you die in the process, I'll be charitable enough to send your body to the crematorium."

He Meimei trembled violently, barely able to remain standing. "You… you're truly heartless…"

"For someone like you, mercy is wasted," he replied icily. "Take her to the operating room."

Terror overtook her. She wet herself and screamed in panic, "I choose! I choose!"

Long Yubei raised a hand, signaling his men to halt.

"Then choose."

"My leg," she whispered.

"Good." His voice was quiet, final.

The iron rod swung down with brutal force, landing squarely on her fragile knee. The sickening crack of bone echoed in the room. Pain erupted in her leg like wildfire, and her body collapsed, a scream torn from her throat as the second blow fell, more savage than the first.

In just two strikes, her right leg was broken.

She would have collapsed to the floor if not for the men holding her up.

Long Yubei's gaze dropped to the growing pool of crimson on the ground. His voice was frigid. "This is your last warning. There will be no next time. If I ever catch you again, you can see for yourself what the consequences will be."

He Meimei sank to the floor, trembling in agony. The searing pain in her leg brought her to tears, but the greater torment lay in her chest—a heart ripped open, bleeding out.

She never imagined he would break her leg with his own hands… for Gu Lili.

The sweetness of their past had long since turned to ashes.

Perhaps it was because she still loved him.

Perhaps it was because she still couldn't let go.

Or perhaps… she simply couldn't accept the defeat.