Shocking! She Returned with a Miniature Bigshot

Gu Ci didn’t know which word had triggered her, “Do you want to die? You’re dreaming! If anyone’s going to die, it’ll be me first. I absolutely won’t…”

She absolutely wouldn’t face Lu Zhiyuan’s death alone again.

In the previous life, she had experienced it once, and in this life, she had almost experienced it again. Gu Ci slapped Lu Zhiyuan in the face, saying, “Never use death to threaten me!”

Lu Zhiyuan, who had been slapped, looked at her in shock.

After Gu Ci left, she brought a gun and placed it in Lu Zhiyuan’s hand. “You want to die, don’t you? Weil, go ahead, kill me first!”

Lu Zhiyuan knew instantly that the gun was loaded.

“You…” He was torn between heartache and helplessness. If he could wake her up, he would truly like to slap some sense into her. Gu Ci’s obsession ran too deep!

It was like someone addicted to drugs for years, impossible to quit.

Lu Zhiyuan was her addiction!

He didn’t know whether to be happy or sad!

There was someone who loved him like their life depended on it, but it wasn’t him!

“Gu Ci, listen carefully!” Lu Zhiyuan looked at her coldly. “Even if you keep me here, I will never love you. The Lu Zhiyuan who loved you will never return. You’re sick, you need to see a doctor!”

“I am a doctor!” Gu Ci tilted her head. “I know I’m sick. You don’t have to tell me, and you don’t have to love me. Just stay here, and I can see you anytime. Want to leave? Unless you kill me.”

Lu Zhiyuan loaded his gun, unlocked the safety, and looked at Gu Ci coldly. “Gu Ci, don’t push me!”

Gu Ci suddenly laughed, dressed in a flowing long dress with her hair scattered. She truly resembled a vengeful spirit. “Go ahead, shoot me. 1 can jump from the top of Global Center. Do you think I’m afraid of death?”

One person remained calm, while the other was consumed by madness. Their emotions were entangled, and Lu Zhiyuan was almost driven insane by her.

He had never encountered such a challenging situation before. Gu Ci wasn’t a hot potato for him; she was delicate porcelain. Whether it was too heavy or too light, he had to be careful. But unfortunately, he really didn’t know what to do.

Within Black Hawk, he had faced the most challenging situations, survived when Jiang Junlin sent someone to kill him, and experienced near-death situations. No matter how terrible the circumstances, there were always more solutions than difficulties. But who could tell him how to unravel this situation?

How could he make Gu Ci feel a little better?

Admitting that he loved her, would it make her feel better? But could she still trust him? Lu Zhiyuan felt like he had lifted a rock and smashed his own foot, utterly helpless for the first time in his life.

Gu Ci lowered her head, lifted his hand, and placed the gun’s barrel against her forehead. “Third Brother, come on, kill me, and you’ll be free!”

The gun in his hand felt like a hot potato. Gu Ci suddenly became excited, ready to pull the trigger. “You actually want to kill me. Pei Qiuying tried to kill you, and you spared her life, but you want to kill me. Come on, do it, and I’ll help you!”

She crazily attempted to pull the trigger, and Lu Zhiyuan was horrified. As she pulled the trigger in her frenzy, he swiftly disassembled the gun, catching the bullet in his palm. Gu Ci had really tried to fire the gun, but it ended up being an empty shot.

Lu Zhiyuan was furious and slapped Gu Ci hard. It was the first time he had ever laid hands on her. She had actually tried to pull the trigger with the gun pointed at her own forehead, and the gun was in his hand. Any slight mistake, and he would have regretted it for the rest of his life.

“Have you gone mad enough now?”

“No!” Gu Ci, her eyes red, exclaimed, “I am a lunatic, did you realize that on the first day?”

Lu Zhiyuan’s head throbbed painfully as this scene seemed familiar, memories flooding back once again. It was the time after Gu Ci had jumped off the building, her second suicide attempt. He recalled that he had hit her then, and Gu Ci had looked at him with the same red eyes.

She had said, “I don’t want to live!”

Lu Zhiyuan covered his forehead, groaning in pain, leaving Gu Ci astonished, thinking he was pretending.

“Don’t pretend. I won’t fall for it!”

But Lu Zhiyuan’s body convulsed uncontrollably. It didn’t seem like an act. The firearm and bullets fell to the ground. Gu Ci anxiously asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Hea…dache!” Lu Zhiyuan furrowed his brow as a deluge of images forcefully squeezed into his mind. He saw himself under the sunlight at the entrance of the suburban prison, driving to pick up Gu Ci.

Gu Ci, dressed in all white as if freshly washed, was covering her face, trying to evade him. He drove over, wanting to take her back home, but she resisted. He said to her, “Get in the car, I’ll take you home.”

He brought Gu Ci to a villa in the suburbs. On that day, someone had attempted to assassinate her. When Gu Ci heard the gunshots, she initially reacted like a startled bird, subconsciously curling up in a corner, not daring to move. It was a familiar posture, one she had learned while serving time in prison, especially among inmates in high-security facilities.

This was a common posture among inmates who had served time in prison, especially in facilities that housed high-risk prisoners.

Because the suburban prison had many death row inmates who were often violent and ruthless, they didn’t hesitate to take a life, and riots were frequent. When maintaining order, the sound of gunshots was a common occurrence, and as soon as the inmates heard it, they would immediately crouch down with their heads covered to avoid becoming targets.

After Gu Ci assumed this posture, Lu Zhiyuan angrily reprimanded Li Jiang and rushed to deal with the assailants, all while trying not to frighten Gu Ci. However, the assassination team that day was highly skilled and had approached them. One of the assailants lay dead in front of Gu Ci.

For an ordinary young woman, such a sight would have been shocking, likely causing screams and panic. But Gu Ci remained as motionless as a wooden figure, with blood splatters on her face. She showed no concern for human life.

Li Jiang, upon seeing the scars on Gu Ci’s face, was taken aback. The scars were deep and ugly. Gu Ci covered her face, her gaze avoiding others. Lu Zhiyuan, consumed by rage, kicked Li Jiang.

Li Jiang had known that Gu Ci was injured, but this was the first time he had seen the scars. It was understandable that he was startled. He quickly apologized, but Gu Ci seemed not to have heard.

After returning from prison, Gu Ci hadn’t spoken a word for three days. Her previous favorite foods no longer appealed to her, and she left no grain uneaten during meals. She never opened the curtains in her room, preferring to hide in the corner of her bedroom alone. Any slight movement or noise startled her, making her appear fragile and heart-wrenching.

Lu Zhiyuan didn’t press her or demand anything from her. He tried to appear in front of her as little as possible but never left the house, always keeping her company.

The first time Gu Ci ventured outside was with him to the mall to buy autumn clothes. She wore a hat and a mask, bundled up tightly. However, when Lu Zhiyuan was at the checkout counter, Gu Chuyun’s people deliberately bumped into Gu Ci and removed her hat and mask..

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