You'd better look back, Mr. Shen is about to break.

Chapter 133 A Fated Choice

Icy water poured down from above, the biting cold reaching straight to the top of the head.

A sharp pain accompanied the electric shock, and Shen Mochen trembled. His bloodshot eyes slowly opened.

Besides the menacing-looking kidnappers, Yu Nanqing, who was facing a difficult choice, also came into view.

Blood trickled from his throat, and when he spoke, his voice was so hoarse it sounded like his vocal cords were about to snap: "My life doesn't need her to trade it."

[It's not about exchanging, it's about betting on how much you mean to her.] The system looked at his near-death state, and all its unease had long since vanished.

What it needs to do now is to provoke him, preferably to completely kill his will to live, so that he has no desire to survive at all.

A dark glint flashed in Shen Mochen's eyes. Suddenly, his medium-length black hair was grabbed, and a sharp blade slashed straight toward his neck.

Dark red blood flowed out, staining the collarbone crimson down the neck.

He raised his eyes, and in the cold, desolate air, his breath instantly turned into a clearly visible white mist.

"Find someone to bring in thirty million to ransom you, otherwise, when the time comes, you'll be blown to pieces by this bomb." The blond-haired man stared at him, the knife in his hand almost digging into his flesh.

Shen Mochen was disheveled, but apart from a hint of anger, no other emotion could be discerned on his face.

He sneered, and as the man leaned in, he slammed his head against the man's. The sound of bones colliding echoed in the empty room, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

His resistance infuriated everyone present except Chen Qing. The lead kidnapper slapped him twice across the face, leaving clear handprints that covered almost his entire profile.

Chen Qing woke up just from the noise, and when she opened her eyes she saw Shen Mochen being surrounded by several people on the ground and beaten without any ability to resist.

Witnessing this bloody scene again, he was so frightened that he was breathing rapidly. He moved backward, chair and all, trying to get to the cabinet where his phone was kept to call for help.

He didn't know how he got here; his memory was stuck at yesterday's banquet.

Because of Liu Jiaojiao's affair, Liu Jiaojiao's cousin harbored resentment towards him, so when they ran into each other last night, he forced Liu Jiaojiao to drink a few glasses of wine.

The alcohol content wasn't high, but the drink was drugged.

After three cups of wine, he passed out without even realizing it.

When I woke up again, I found myself in this deserted, dilapidated factory.

He swallowed hard, and taking advantage of the others' inattention, he successfully moved to a corner. His bound hands desperately reached out, and he finally touched the edge of the phone. A loud bang came from Shen Mochen's side.

Startled, Chen Qing hurriedly withdrew his hand and looked up in a panic. He saw that Shen Mochen, who had been tied up just like him, had broken free and was attacking the kidnappers indiscriminately like a madman who had lost control.

That loud noise just now was the sound of Shen Mochen lifting someone up and slamming them against the iron gate.

Seeing that Shen Mochen was about to go berserk, Chen Qing felt a sudden fear. He didn't bother to call for help and frantically rubbed the rope binding his wrists against the chair.

He had to run quickly, otherwise, Shen Mochen's next target would probably be him.

He ground the metal frantically while keeping a close eye on the situation on the other side, sweat beading on his forehead.

Before the rope could even suffer a scratch, Shen Mochen trembled as if he had been electrocuted, then knelt down on the hard cement floor like a lump of mud.

[You'd better stop struggling, you can't escape.] The system frowned, having used a lot of effort to knock him unconscious with electricity; now it was drenched in sweat.

Shen Mochen was covered in blood, his empty eyes filled with madness. He glanced at the still-live broadcast, then suddenly chuckled softly, "Want me dead? Not so easy..."

He spoke slowly, wiping the blood from his forehead, supporting himself on the ground to stand up, picking up the iron rod from the ground, and walking unsteadily toward the door.

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Teahouse.

Yu Nanqing's eyes were red. She had tried to choose Shen Mochen three times without success. She had no strength left after trying again and again. She slumped against the wall and couldn't help but sob softly.

The system didn't give her a choice at all; it was forcing her to choose Chen Qing.

She probably guessed that, given her last chance to choose, the image of her selecting Chen Qing would be transmitted to Shen Mochen by the system.

Their purpose was obvious: to break her up with Shen Mochen.

This feeling of helplessness was so familiar, but she couldn't figure out when she had experienced it before.

【Host… stop struggling.】 The system felt a little uncomfortable looking at her like this. It scratched the fur on its head and looked at the brainwave messages from another system, feeling extremely irritated.

It lacked the ability to restore the world's plot to normalcy, and instead made the protagonist Chen Qing's position precarious. Therefore, another system was sent from above to help.

It seems that the higher-ups trust the other system more, not only stripping it of most of its capabilities but also giving it a strict order to cooperate with the other side.

Shen Mochen struggled fiercely, his will to survive stronger than ever before, but no matter how strong it was, he was just a character in a book and couldn't fight against the system.

The system sighed and urged her to make a choice quickly.

Yu Nanqing clenched her fists tightly, tears streaming down her face. Looking at Shen Mochen on the screen, almost beaten to death, she covered her face with her hands, struggling to wipe away her tears. "I choose... I choose Chen Qing."

Her words were simultaneously transmitted to Shen Mochen's mind. At this moment, he was already beaten so badly that he couldn't open his eyes. Because he was thinking about going back to see Yu Nanqing alive, he was still struggling desperately.

He's incredibly resilient; back in the mental hospital, people jokingly said he had nine lives, like a cat.

He will live, he will live to go back and see his beautiful little darling.

What a load of rubbish! He doesn't believe it at all...

I don't believe it...

His belief collapsed in an instant; the voice, so familiar to his very bones, entered his ears and instantly drained him of all strength.

The hands that were protecting his head gradually lost strength, and the struggle became weaker and weaker.

Even though he was limp from the electric shocks from the system, he didn't even think about dying like that.

Although…

Although I had already guessed this ending, hearing it in person still felt like I was suffocating from the pain.

It's all fake, all of it...

The girl who said she would love him forever might also choose to abandon him after some hesitation.

But, at least, she hesitated... didn't she?

Hot tears slid down his cheeks as he slowly lost his strength, letting himself be punched and kicked.

He didn't feel any pain, but he was so tired that his head was filled with images of his cheerful and adorable child.

He gently curled his lips and turned his head to look at the man trembling by the window.

Thoughts…

Goodness, he has such poor taste. He's clearly more handsome, stronger, and better at loving his wife than Chen Qing.

If it happened again, he wouldn't want to; he wouldn't want to talk to her anymore.