"He thought it was really you, that you filmed these things before and now you are in trouble, so you are using them to blackmail him. So he got angry and bribed someone to teach you a lesson, so that you can no longer stand up and speak."
"Oh, the time on the photos and videos were all changed by me. I have a good talent in this area. I have learned all the knowledge points that my sister left for me."
After knowing that the reason why he was in such a miserable state was all because of Su Qiao and the boy in front of him, Ji Guiyun's eyes were bloodshot and he wished he could rush up and bite him to death.
However, he could only think about it and could not do anything to anyone.
Yu Shengan stood up and patted his trouser legs: "Seeing you like this, I feel relieved."
"Oh, by the way, I also paid a large sum of medical expenses for you. The medical staff will take good care of you and let you live a long life. They won't let you die easily."
"Don't you like being in bed? Now, you can enjoy the pleasure of being in bed without worry!"
After speaking slowly, Yu Shengan returned the same way he came, climbed out of the window, and left calmly.
Ji Guiyun struggled hard on the bed, and his throat made a horrifying sound like a dying beast. In the end, he fainted from anger.
*
Ten days later, in a quiet stairwell of a hospital,
Lan Jiaye was squatting in a corner in a mess, holding a half-smoked cigarette between her red-nailed fingers.
There were already more than a dozen cigarette butts lying on the ground in front of her.
It can be seen that she has been here for quite some time.
A thin figure appeared silently in front of her and looked down at her: "Are you sad? Are you in pain?"
"Are you desperate? Do you feel cold all over and the whole world is dark?"
Lan Jiaye was stunned for a moment, and it took her a long time to realize that someone was talking to her.
She slowly raised her head, her heavily made-up face had a worldly air, her brows were tightly furrowed, as if she was filled with countless sorrows that could not be relieved.
She spoke in a hoarse voice: "Who... are you?"
"I?"
Yu Shengan squatted down and introduced himself very seriously: "My name is Yu Ansheng, which means the rest of my life is safe and sound. My sister gave me this name herself. It has a good meaning, right?"
Lan Jiaye looked confused: "You... who are you? What do you want from me?"
Yu Shengan propped his chin with both hands and stared at her harmlessly: "It's nothing, I just came to tell you two things."
"First of all, I want to tell you that the reason you are like this and have this disease is all because of me."
"What? It's you?"
Lan Jiaye's reaction was finally no longer as slow as before. She stared at him angrily, as if she wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood.
"Yes, it was me. I paid someone to infect you with this disease."
Compared to her anger, Yu Shengan was very calm, even in a good mood.
Lan Jiaye stood up, her feet numb from squatting for too long, and she swayed against the wall. However, she couldn't care less about that now.
"Why? Why did you do this? How did I offend you?"
"Why?"
Yu Shengan also stood up, tilted his head, and said naively: "Maybe it's because I want you to feel the pain and despair of having an incurable disease!"
"Maybe, I want you to suffer in pain and slowly die!"
Lan Jiaye looked stunned: "You... who are you?"