Why Don’t You Just Stab Me!

Chu Xinran’s heartfelt words struck Fang Zhou like a bolt of lightning, leaving him stunned and shaken to his core.

He stood there, staring at her in shock, murmuring, “How could that be?”

How could I ever want you to be a mistress?

How could I bear to put you in such a position?

It was precisely because he didn’t want his ex-girlfriends to clash with Qin Yun and get hurt that Fang Zhou cut off contact with them.

That woman, Qin Yun, could do anything when she went crazy.

Moreover, from both a moral standpoint and his own conscience, he couldn’t maintain a relationship with his ex-girlfriends while having a girlfriend.

One is one, two is two; there are no in-betweens.

Chu Xinran’s eyes were cold as ice, filled with self-mockery and sarcasm, like two sharp swords piercing Fang Zhou’s heart, making him feel a deep, gnawing pain inside.

The taut string in his mind seemed to snap at that moment, and Fang Zhou heard a “twang” as it broke. (tln : man, congrats xinran for unlocking dark Fang Zhou)

It seemed that all his decisions were self-righteous, made without consulting them.

Fang Zhou’s so-called kindness and protection were unimportant to them, and they didn’t care for his goodwill.

Yes, all along, it was he who walked on thin ice.

It was he who was constantly anxious.

In these relationships, it was always he who struggled to make choices.

Han Xi, Qiao Sisi, Chu Xinran, Qin Yun—they all walked toward him with determination.

But Fang Zhou never thought of a way to have the best of both worlds.

He couldn’t control his emotions, couldn’t be someone who could cut ties cleanly.

Since his grandparents passed away, the dark mist hidden in his heart seemed to be released at this moment.

It turned into a monstrous beast, clouding his mind, swallowing his patience, retreat, and rationality.

It roared incessantly in his head.

“Someone like you doesn’t deserve to live! You should just die!”

“So many girls truly love you, yet you’ve turned them into this. Fang Zhou, how do you still have the face to live?”

Chu Xinran crossed her arms, expressionless, waiting for Fang Zhou’s response.

Then she saw him take a step back, creating distance between them, and bow deeply to her.

His voice was steady and clear, allowing Chu Xinran to hear every word.

“I know I shouldn’t have intervened today. I had no right to, and I have no grounds to say these things to you.”

“But I’m just despicable. I can’t turn a blind eye to you!”

Hearing this, a hidden joy rose in Chu Xinran’s heart. She knew Fang Zhou still had feelings for her!

She opened her mouth to speak.

“You…”

Then she saw Fang Zhou suddenly lift his head, grab a fruit knife left on the piano stand by someone, and say,

“How about this, Xinran, why don’t you stab me!

Let’s end this quickly. You won’t suffer, and neither will I.”

Fang Zhou’s once-clear eyes were now red, filled with madness and stubbornness.

He even threw away the knife sheath, reversed the knife, and handed the handle to Chu Xinran, pointing the blade at himself.

A terrifying aura emanated from him, enveloping Chu Xinran.

Alarm bells rang in her mind, and every cell in her body screamed, “Something’s wrong with him!”

Fang Zhou was oblivious. He only had one thought: to compensate her, to seek her forgiveness.

To make her stop hurting herself to get his attention. He wasn’t worth it.

He was a worthless person who couldn’t even save his sister, relying on women.

He should just die!

It wouldn’t matter if someone stabbed him to death, especially if it was by the woman he liked.

That wouldn’t be so bad, right?

“Come on, Xinran, take it and stab my chest. Just a little force, and it’ll ease your anger, okay?”

“Don’t hang out with those people. You’ll suffer.

If you still feel angry, you can stab me a few more times, okay?”

Fang Zhou’s gentle tone was completely at odds with his words.

If you only listened to his tone, it would sound very tender, as if he were coaxing his girlfriend.

Who would have thought he was asking someone to stab him?

Chu Xinran was utterly terrified. She took a step back, looking at Fang Zhou in horror, and exclaimed, “What… What are you doing?”

I just want to be with you, not turn into a corpse with you.

In Chu Xinran’s eyes, even if she died, she wouldn’t want to see Fang Zhou die in front of her.

Fang Zhou’s eyes showed a mix of madness and determination.

“Don’t you hate me?

Don’t you despise me?

I can’t think of any other way to make you feel better, except this.”

The temperature finally dropped in the early autumn night, bringing a cool breeze that invaded people’s bodies.

But now, there was something even colder.

Chu Xinran couldn’t hold it in anymore. The coldness in her eyes disappeared, replaced by her usual gentleness and softness.

“Don’t do this. I’m scared.”

Her voice trembled with caution and a hint of sobbing.

“I just wanted to ask you about things. I never wanted to hurt you.”

A tear rolled down her cheek, the crystal-clear drop shining like a gem under the light.

What happened to Fang Zhou? Did she push him too far? He seemed completely different from before.

Fear and anxiety filled Chu Xinran’s heart.

Had she driven Fang Zhou mad?

Otherwise, how could he do something like this?

Perhaps it was Chu Xinran’s tears that brought Fang Zhou back to his senses. He finally calmed down.

The fruit knife slipped from his fingers, clattering to the floor.

Fang Zhou, drained of energy, collapsed into a chair.

How strange, he had felt trapped in a fog just moments ago, unable to find his way out.

The voice that had been tempting him disappeared.

After a long while, Fang Zhou’s hoarse voice broke the silence in the piano classroom.

“Sorry, I scared you.”