Chapter 358
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358 5.102 – Her Jurisdiction – The Sleepless Elite’s Wife
+— Author’s note —-+
Edited by Psycho S.
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Xiao Pu didn’t know what Bing Shi did to keep her soul intact. Before leaving the previous world, he clearly saw her bleeding from every little pore on her body: her weaker soul should have shattered from Guan Fei’s strong impact.
Only later did he get to know that she overstuffed herself with some rejuvenation medication and in doing so, began building a strong addiction to the pill with a slowly mounting resistance to its effect at the same time.
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Closing the door to their apartment, Xuan Mu quickly took off Bing Shi stained T-Shirt and wiped her face with shaking hands, “Everything is fine. Don’t be afraid. I’ve got you. It’s just a little nosebleed.”
From his tone, it sounded like he was assuring himself more than his wife. Fate was pulling her out of his reach. But she loved him and only him, and he loved her and only her, so who could stop him if he decided that they were meant to find each other? That they belonged to each other?
Blood suddenly gushed with sickening determination from Bing Shi’s eyes, nose, ears... Red bled from all seven of her orifices, and every pore, as if her own soul sought to pump it from her body. At this point, she was crying bloody tears from the excruciating pain, “That’s enough.”
.....
She felt her legs getting weak. As a way to seek support, her fingers clamped over his chest but her skin complexion was growing paler by the second. Looking up, their eyes said it all: they were tired beyond exhaustion.
She crushed the rejuvenation and pain-numbing pill between her teeth, “I already finished my mission four years ago...why do you keep torturing yourself? After becoming a prime minister, I’ll run for the president’s seat and cause more trouble if you don’t stop doping me with your life source.”
As she spoke, the scarlet blood lashed over the apartment, painting the dim scene darker than whatever an artist could paint with red and black.
Even as he brought his best self to the fore, to meet her eyes and be fully there in that moment, to show his capability of a man, his nostrils were filled with the smell of her blood.
Going through so many bloody battlefields, he got used to that metallic odor. The scent itself had no effect on him, but now, he felt his skin lurching and his heart falling apart, “Go ahead. As long as you are alive and kicking, you can cause as much trouble as you want. I can afford it.”
“What if I want to destroy this world?” she asked weakly, a little sheepish smile carved upon her lips.
“I will mend it,” he said, gently, while his fist hit the wall behind her back, tearing up his knuckles, numbing the suffering within his being, “A bit costly, but still affordable for me.”
“What if I want to break the bond with my soulmate?” She giggled sadly, stopping his fist, kissing his knuckles in a treasuring way.
He would always ask why she chose him over everyone else? She nor he didn’t need an obedient follower, or someone who would burn the whole world for them. For that, they had their minions. He, who was a fierce opponent and a loving partner in one, was more than heart-stealing, tempting and hard to resist than any other man.
She lifted her gaze, locking it in his eyes, “You’re not going to return my memories even on my deathbed?”
“How in... No, it sounds like it’ll only cause more trouble for you, I can’t afford to do that,” he chuckled helplessly. His old issues suddenly became trivial and unimportant. Attempting to overlook her poor condition, he chose to exist in the moment- in their moment, and nothing more, “Is there anything I can hide from you?”
“I guess not,” she grinned smugly, “I wouldn’t have assumed so if your dear ex-soulmate didn’t try to show her ownership through my guts. I could... imagine her victorious laughter at her last second comeback. What a surprise to... to know that we...we weren’t meant for each other. She... she made me... cry for... for a week.”
Bing Shi coughed lightly, suppressing the pain in her voice, “I don’t know how to do it. But I want to do it. To break the connection... with whoever he... is.”
“There is no need. See how it’s only worsening your state.” His lips trembled in dread. He suddenly felt her ghost in that dark room, illuminated by the twilight night.
Her skin under the bloody layer became greyer and the eyes that had sparkled for all his days became opaque. At a deadly speed, he drained his life force at a sickening level, trying to keep her soul intact, overstepping the world law. If HQ couldn’t have a full grasp of a soul, how could he?
“Bing Shi, please.” He cradled her deteriorating body, bathing in her blood. He felt his face cracking in tears to a point of no return, “Let me save you...”
Her hair tumbled over her face and so he swept it back, feeling the coldness of her skin, before gently kissing her lips. The last moments, he spent pleading with her to look at him, to stay with him, feeling the fluid of her life drain away over his cold hands, “Promise me...”
Bing Shi’s rosy glow, her beating heart, the strength in every limb; all this, she was thankful for him, who nurtured her with his depleting life force. They proudly build their relationship like a grand Titanic despite knowing it would sink to the depth of the ocean. Again, she felt how he used his powers on her as she felt how her blood transported joy around her body along with the oxygen and nutrients.
The surface conversations they used to have, it wasn’t much, but it was something that helped them to live through the terrible pain; their private talks carried them over the months and years.
It would be better for him to leave her on the shelf to gather dust like an old book, not to be touched until he regained his lost strength. Because she knew, if he ever tried to escape to her world in this state, his skin would be sliced, and new scars would appear.
If he wanted today, tomorrow and every tomorrow to be wonderful; they had to choose what to write on the new blank pages that he was forcefully adding to an already finished book, her.
She couldn’t watch how she was killing him bit by bit anymore. If this continued, both of them would perish.
It was only her end, not his. It didn’t mean the end of both of them. His new scars, she hated herself for being unable to heal them from now on. Even more so when she was the one who opened them up.
She smiled so briefly, “I promise...” before her tears stopped falling and her breathing became a noisy rattle, “...not.”
Then, she was gone.
The blood didn’t gush in a constant flow, but in time with the beating of her heart. At first, it came thick and strong, flowing through his fingers as they clasped the ripped flesh. He felt the blood move over his hand; the thick fluid no warmer or cooler than his own skin. After a few moments more, the blood was still leaving her rapidly paling flesh, but the pulses were slower, weaker.
And just as she said, whenever he tried to escape to her world, his skin would be sliced by the corners of her paper pages. Those painful memories were one of those chapters in one’s story, so deep and horrible one would want to tear them off.
Their suffering and their memories of said suffering was like a passage fashioned in glass shards. The tighter he clung to it, the deeper it cut. Despite that, he couldn’t bring himself to even fold a corner of a page, treasuring everything like the most priceless jewel.
Because the book as a whole, was soft and warm, one that brought an inner glow and kept him cozy under heavy storms and sunshine alike.
+– ANTI PIRACY NOTE–+
Hello, dear reader. If by any chance, you are reading this somewhere else besides W e b n o v e l, it means you’re reading my novel illegally. To support my work, please read QT: Against My Will from an original source, which is w w w . w e b n o v e l . com
Thank you.
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358 5.102 – Her Jurisdiction – The Sleepless Elite’s Wife
+— Author’s note —-+
Edited by Psycho S.
+—————–+
Xiao Pu didn’t know what Bing Shi did to keep her soul intact. Before leaving the previous world, he clearly saw her bleeding from every little pore on her body: her weaker soul should have shattered from Guan Fei’s strong impact.
Only later did he get to know that she overstuffed herself with some rejuvenation medication and in doing so, began building a strong addiction to the pill with a slowly mounting resistance to its effect at the same time.
· · ———- · ???· ———- · ·
Closing the door to their apartment, Xuan Mu quickly took off Bing Shi stained T-Shirt and wiped her face with shaking hands, “Everything is fine. Don’t be afraid. I’ve got you. It’s just a little nosebleed.”
From his tone, it sounded like he was assuring himself more than his wife. Fate was pulling her out of his reach. But she loved him and only him, and he loved her and only her, so who could stop him if he decided that they were meant to find each other? That they belonged to each other?
Blood suddenly gushed with sickening determination from Bing Shi’s eyes, nose, ears... Red bled from all seven of her orifices, and every pore, as if her own soul sought to pump it from her body. At this point, she was crying bloody tears from the excruciating pain, “That’s enough.”
.....
She felt her legs getting weak. As a way to seek support, her fingers clamped over his chest but her skin complexion was growing paler by the second. Looking up, their eyes said it all: they were tired beyond exhaustion.
She crushed the rejuvenation and pain-numbing pill between her teeth, “I already finished my mission four years ago...why do you keep torturing yourself? After becoming a prime minister, I’ll run for the president’s seat and cause more trouble if you don’t stop doping me with your life source.”
As she spoke, the scarlet blood lashed over the apartment, painting the dim scene darker than whatever an artist could paint with red and black.
Even as he brought his best self to the fore, to meet her eyes and be fully there in that moment, to show his capability of a man, his nostrils were filled with the smell of her blood.
Going through so many bloody battlefields, he got used to that metallic odor. The scent itself had no effect on him, but now, he felt his skin lurching and his heart falling apart, “Go ahead. As long as you are alive and kicking, you can cause as much trouble as you want. I can afford it.”
“What if I want to destroy this world?” she asked weakly, a little sheepish smile carved upon her lips.
“I will mend it,” he said, gently, while his fist hit the wall behind her back, tearing up his knuckles, numbing the suffering within his being, “A bit costly, but still affordable for me.”
“What if I want to break the bond with my soulmate?” She giggled sadly, stopping his fist, kissing his knuckles in a treasuring way.
He would always ask why she chose him over everyone else? She nor he didn’t need an obedient follower, or someone who would burn the whole world for them. For that, they had their minions. He, who was a fierce opponent and a loving partner in one, was more than heart-stealing, tempting and hard to resist than any other man.
She lifted her gaze, locking it in his eyes, “You’re not going to return my memories even on my deathbed?”
“How in... No, it sounds like it’ll only cause more trouble for you, I can’t afford to do that,” he chuckled helplessly. His old issues suddenly became trivial and unimportant. Attempting to overlook her poor condition, he chose to exist in the moment- in their moment, and nothing more, “Is there anything I can hide from you?”
“I guess not,” she grinned smugly, “I wouldn’t have assumed so if your dear ex-soulmate didn’t try to show her ownership through my guts. I could... imagine her victorious laughter at her last second comeback. What a surprise to... to know that we...we weren’t meant for each other. She... she made me... cry for... for a week.”
Bing Shi coughed lightly, suppressing the pain in her voice, “I don’t know how to do it. But I want to do it. To break the connection... with whoever he... is.”
“There is no need. See how it’s only worsening your state.” His lips trembled in dread. He suddenly felt her ghost in that dark room, illuminated by the twilight night.
Her skin under the bloody layer became greyer and the eyes that had sparkled for all his days became opaque. At a deadly speed, he drained his life force at a sickening level, trying to keep her soul intact, overstepping the world law. If HQ couldn’t have a full grasp of a soul, how could he?
“Bing Shi, please.” He cradled her deteriorating body, bathing in her blood. He felt his face cracking in tears to a point of no return, “Let me save you...”
Her hair tumbled over her face and so he swept it back, feeling the coldness of her skin, before gently kissing her lips. The last moments, he spent pleading with her to look at him, to stay with him, feeling the fluid of her life drain away over his cold hands, “Promise me...”
Bing Shi’s rosy glow, her beating heart, the strength in every limb; all this, she was thankful for him, who nurtured her with his depleting life force. They proudly build their relationship like a grand Titanic despite knowing it would sink to the depth of the ocean. Again, she felt how he used his powers on her as she felt how her blood transported joy around her body along with the oxygen and nutrients.
The surface conversations they used to have, it wasn’t much, but it was something that helped them to live through the terrible pain; their private talks carried them over the months and years.
It would be better for him to leave her on the shelf to gather dust like an old book, not to be touched until he regained his lost strength. Because she knew, if he ever tried to escape to her world in this state, his skin would be sliced, and new scars would appear.
If he wanted today, tomorrow and every tomorrow to be wonderful; they had to choose what to write on the new blank pages that he was forcefully adding to an already finished book, her.
She couldn’t watch how she was killing him bit by bit anymore. If this continued, both of them would perish.
It was only her end, not his. It didn’t mean the end of both of them. His new scars, she hated herself for being unable to heal them from now on. Even more so when she was the one who opened them up.
She smiled so briefly, “I promise...” before her tears stopped falling and her breathing became a noisy rattle, “...not.”
Then, she was gone.
The blood didn’t gush in a constant flow, but in time with the beating of her heart. At first, it came thick and strong, flowing through his fingers as they clasped the ripped flesh. He felt the blood move over his hand; the thick fluid no warmer or cooler than his own skin. After a few moments more, the blood was still leaving her rapidly paling flesh, but the pulses were slower, weaker.
And just as she said, whenever he tried to escape to her world, his skin would be sliced by the corners of her paper pages. Those painful memories were one of those chapters in one’s story, so deep and horrible one would want to tear them off.
Their suffering and their memories of said suffering was like a passage fashioned in glass shards. The tighter he clung to it, the deeper it cut. Despite that, he couldn’t bring himself to even fold a corner of a page, treasuring everything like the most priceless jewel.
Because the book as a whole, was soft and warm, one that brought an inner glow and kept him cozy under heavy storms and sunshine alike.
+– ANTI PIRACY NOTE–+
Hello, dear reader. If by any chance, you are reading this somewhere else besides W e b n o v e l, it means you’re reading my novel illegally. To support my work, please read QT: Against My Will from an original source, which is w w w . w e b n o v e l . com
Thank you.
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358 5.102 Her Jurisdiction The Sleepless Elite's Wife+ Author's note -+Edited by Psycho S.++Xiao Pu didn't know what Bing Shi did to keep her soul intact. Before leaving the previous world, he clearly saw her bleeding from every little pore on her body: her weaker soul should have shattered from Guan Fei's strong impact.Only later did he get to know that she overstuffed herself with some rejuvenation medication and in doing so, began building a strong addiction to the pill with a slowly mounting resistance to its effect at the same time. - ??? - Closing the door to their apartment, Xuan Mu quickly took off Bing Shi stained T-Shirt and wiped her face with shaking hands, Everything is fine. Don't be afraid. I've got you. It's just a little nosebleed.From his tone, it sounded like he was assuring himself more than his wife. Fate was pulling her out of his reach. But she loved him and only him, and he loved her and only her, so who could stop him if he decided that they were meant to find each other? That they belonged to each other?Blood suddenly gushed with sickening determination from Bing Shi's eyes, nose, ears... Red bled from all seven of her orifices, and every pore, as if her own soul sought to pump it from her body. At this point, she was crying bloody tears from the excruciating pain, That's enough......She felt her legs getting weak. As a way to seek support, her fingers clamped over his chest but her skin complexion was growing paler by the second. Looking up, their eyes said it all: they were tired beyond exhaustion.She crushed the rejuvenation and pain-numbing pill between her teeth, I already finished my mission four years ago...why do you keep torturing yourself? After becoming a prime minister, I'll run for the president's seat and cause more trouble if you don't stop doping me with your life source.As she spoke, the scarlet blood lashed over the apartment, painting the dim scene darker than whatever an artist could paint with red and black.Even as he brought his best self to the fore, to meet her eyes and be fully there in that moment, to show his capability of a man, his nostrils were filled with the smell of her blood.Going through so many bloody battlefields, he got used to that metallic odor. The scent itself had no effect on him, but now, he felt his skin lurching and his heart falling apart, Go ahead. As long as you are alive and kicking, you can cause as much trouble as you want. I can afford it.What if I want to destroy this world? she asked weakly, a little sheepish smile carved upon her lips.I will mend it, he said, gently, while his fist hit the wall behind her back, tearing up his knuckles, numbing the suffering within his being, A bit costly, but still affordable for me.What if I want to break the bond with my soulmate? She giggled sadly, stopping his fist, kissing his knuckles in a treasuring way.He would always ask why she chose him over everyone else? She nor he didn't need an obedient follower, or someone who would burn the whole world for them. For that, they had their minions. He, who was a fierce opponent and a loving partner in one, was more than heart-stealing, tempting and hard to resist than any other man.She lifted her gaze, locking it in his eyes, You're not going to return my memories even on my deathbed?How in... No, it sounds like it'll only cause more trouble for you, I can't afford to do that, he chuckled helplessly. His old issues suddenly became trivial and unimportant. Attempting to overlook her poor condition, he chose to exist in the moment- in their moment, and nothing more, Is there anything I can hide from you?I guess not, she grinned smugly, I wouldn't have assumed so if your dear ex-soulmate didn't try to show her ownership through my guts. I could... imagine her victorious laughter at her last second comeback. What a surprise to... to know that we...we weren't meant for each other. She... she made me... cry for... for a week.Bing Shi coughed lightly, suppressing the pain in her voice, I don't know how to do it. But I want to do it. To break the connection... with whoever he... is.There is no need. See how it's only worsening your state. His lips trembled in dread. He suddenly felt her ghost in that dark room, illuminated by the twilight night.Her skin under the bloody layer became greyer and the eyes that had sparkled for all his days became opaque. At a deadly speed, he drained his life force at a sickening level, trying to keep her soul intact, overstepping the world law. If HQ couldn't have a full grasp of a soul, how could he?Bing Shi, please. He cradled her deteriorating body, bathing in her blood. He felt his face cracking in tears to a point of no return, Let me save you...Her hair tumbled over her face and so he swept it back, feeling the coldness of her skin, before gently kissing her lips. The last moments, he spent pleading with her to look at him, to stay with him, feeling the fluid of her life drain away over his cold hands, Promise me...Bing Shi's rosy glow, her beating heart, the strength in every limb; all this, she was thankful for him, who nurtured her with his depleting life force. They proudly build their relationship like a grand Titanic despite knowing it would sink to the depth of the ocean. Again, she felt how he used his powers on her as she felt how her blood transported joy around her body along with the oxygen and nutrients.The surface conversations they used to have, it wasn't much, but it was something that helped them to live through the terrible pain; their private talks carried them over the months and years. It would be better for him to leave her on the shelf to gather dust like an old book, not to be touched until he regained his lost strength. Because she knew, if he ever tried to escape to her world in this state, his skin would be sliced, and new scars would appear.If he wanted today, tomorrow and every tomorrow to be wonderful; they had to choose what to write on the new blank pages that he was forcefully adding to an already finished book, her.She couldn't watch how she was killing him bit by bit anymore. If this continued, both of them would perish.It was only her end, not his. It didn't mean the end of both of them. His new scars, she hated herself for being unable to heal them from now on. Even more so when she was the one who opened them up.She smiled so briefly, I promise... before her tears stopped falling and her breathing became a noisy rattle, ...not.Then, she was gone.The blood didn't gush in a constant flow, but in time with the beating of her heart. At first, it came thick and strong, flowing through his fingers as they clasped the ripped flesh. He felt the blood move over his hand; the thick fluid no warmer or cooler than his own skin. After a few moments more, the blood was still leaving her rapidly paling flesh, but the pulses were slower, weaker.And just as she said, whenever he tried to escape to her world, his skin would be sliced by the corners of her paper pages. Those painful memories were one of those chapters in one's story, so deep and horrible one would want to tear them off.Their suffering and their memories of said suffering was like a passage fashioned in glass shards. The tighter he clung to it, the deeper it cut. Despite that, he couldn't bring himself to even fold a corner of a page, treasuring everything like the most priceless jewel.Because the book as a whole, was soft and warm, one that brought an inner glow and kept him cozy under heavy storms and sunshine alike.+ ANTI PIRACY NOTE+Hello, dear reader. If by any chance, you are reading this somewhere else besides W e b n o v e l, it means you're reading my novel illegally. To support my work, please read QT: Against My Will from an original source, which is w w w . w e b n o v e l . comThank you.++
