Feeling the fingers on her throat tightening tighter and tighter, and seeing the fierce light in his eyes becoming more and more like a wild beast, Ji Jing became frightened and hurriedly begged for mercy.
"Please, no... don't kill me... I... I'm still pregnant with your child..."
Seeing that her face was turning red, Chen Ziming pushed her away from the wall.
"Don't let me see you again, get out of here right now!"
Ji Jing stumbled up from the ground and ran to the stairs.
"Chen Ziming, how dare you treat me like this? Just wait, I will bring your company to cause trouble tomorrow. Don't think that our Ji family is easy to bully. If you treat me like this, then blame me for turning against you!"
"Would you like to try again?"
Chen Ziming stretched out his hand to catch her. Ji Jing panicked, thinking that he was going to do something dirty to her again, and ran downstairs in panic.
The heel of her sandal slipped and she lost her footing. She lost her balance and fell down the stairs screaming.
A figure rushed over, but it was a step too late. Ji Jing rolled several times on the stairs and fell heavily at the end of the stairs. Her head happened to hit the tiles of the vase, and a large amount of blood immediately flowed out.
At this time, she still had some sense left, so she instinctively raised her right hand and reached towards the stairs.
"help me!"
"Hmph!" Chen Ziming stood at the top of the stairs, holding a sand defense ax in his hand, snorting coldly, "Go to hell!"
At the gate, Xicheng stepped in and happened to see this scene. He heard Chen Ziming's words and ran over quickly, reaching out to hold Ji Jing's face. He immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed 120.
"120 emergency center? Someone fell here... female, very young, bleeding heavily..."
Chen Ziming looked at Xicheng who suddenly rushed in, but frowned and was stunned for two seconds. He quickly put down the fire ax in his hand and rushed over, holding Ji Jing's arm, pretending to be anxious.
"Xiao Jing, Xiao Jing... Xiao Jing, wake up!"
Outside the door, a siren sounded - it was the police officer who Chen Ziming called the police before.
Several people rushed into the broken door. Seeing this situation, two people rushed over. One of them grabbed a walkie-talkie and called an ambulance.
Soon, the ambulance arrived, and everyone carried Ji Jing to the emergency bed with all their hands. They stepped into the ambulance and headed to the hospital together, with the police car following behind.
On the way, Chen Ziming held Ji Jing's palm with one hand and looked quietly towards Xicheng.
I don’t know how much he saw or heard about what just happened.
"It's not good!" A doctor suddenly exclaimed, "Why is the body bleeding? Is she pregnant?"
Chen Ziming glanced at the blood flowing out between Ji Jing's legs and felt happy.
"Doctor, what's wrong with her?"
"What else could it be? I had a miscarriage!"
The doctor yelled at him angrily, and quickly worked with his assistant to help Ji Jing stop the bleeding. The blood couldn't stop and soon soaked her skirt.
"The child is definitely dead!" the nurse whispered.
Hearing this, Chen Ziming's eyes flashed with joy. When he raised his eyes, he met Shang Xicheng's gaze, and he lowered his face with guilt.
"Nurse, please tell me again, how is the child?"
"With this kind of bleeding, I'm sure I can't survive." The nurse sighed, "You wear such high heels when you're pregnant. Isn't this your own sin?"
Chen Ziming felt happy and hurriedly continued to ask, "Doctor, how about her head injury?"
"We can't be sure yet. We won't know until the hospital handles it!"