Love You Till the End Chapter 1142 - 1151: Woman, You’re Too Violent and Bloody

"There shouldn't be." The assassin responded.

"Hmm," Shi Tianjue's eyebrow arched slightly, and he gave an order: "Clear the scene immediately."

"Understood."

Song Zhike had infiltrated all surveillance systems in the vicinity of the warehouse. Consequently, even if a murder or arson were to occur at this dock, the relevant authorities would remain oblivious.

Before long, a male corpse was pulled from the shadows by the assassin. Observing his attire and the hardened calluses on his palms, it was evident he was also an assassin.

Qin Shaobai emerged from Warehouse 17 and conversed briefly with Shi Tianjue. The two individuals resolved to handle the body first, arranging for a van to transport the deceased to the outskirts for disposal.

Shi Aoju arrived concurrently. Following the thorough handling of the scene and the annihilation of all evidence, he departed with Qin Shaobai and Shi Tianjue.

The decision to bury the body served a dual purpose: firstly, to circumvent unnecessary complications, as the Qin, Shi, and Song families were involved. Secondly, it was intended to provoke Bei Mo and compel him to reveal himself.

Upon being apprised of the events, Qi Jingren directed a disapproving gaze at Qin Shaobai. She remarked with a cool tone, "He is mad, and you are blindly following him, aren't you?"

"I am mad for you," Qin Shaobai declared, drawing her firmly into his embrace and resting his head against her chest.

"Shameless," Qi Jingren retorted, pushing him away. Her expression turned grave as she continued, "Bei Mo is not a good man. Your actions are provoking him, and he will undoubtedly retaliate with even greater brutality."

"Are you frightened?" Qin Shaobai inquired, liberating one hand to gently arrange Qi Jingren's hair, his eyes alight with an affectionate smile.

"What is there to fear?" As the favored daughter of the President, she was expected to bear more hardships than the average person. Therefore, her only recourse was acceptance and confrontation.

"Are you not afraid of death?" Qin Shaobai probed, gazing intently at her, his slender fingers softly stroking her hair as if she were a precious treasure to be cherished.

"I do not fear death," Qi Jingren affirmed, "but I fear your death."

Indeed, Qi Jingren was not one to shy away from death. From her childhood, she had consistently displayed a fortitude exceeding her peers. Regardless of the circumstances, she could confront them with utmost composure, even in the face of mortality.

She had believed herself to be a person living without worldly cares, yet she had never anticipated that one day, her heart would be burdened with worry for a man.

Qi Jingren perceived this to be the essence of love: a profound abyss into which one is buried, with no means of escape once ensnared.

"I shall not die, for I fear that without me, there will be no one to look after you," Qin Shaobai confessed, holding her tightly. He whispered, "Qi Jingren, do you realize how terrible your temper is? So severe that no one dares to approach you."

"Is that so?" Qi Jingren leaned against his chest, softly questioning, "Then why do you still dare to desire me?"

"Because I owe you from a past life, and thus, in this existence, I am fated to encounter you, to be with you, and to indulge you to the point of no return," Qin Shaobai stated, holding her firmly. His words, imbued with palpable strength, were meant to be etched deeply into her heart.

"Keep your promises; if you die, I will exhume your grave and whip your corpse," Qi Jingren declared.

"Woman, you are excessively violent, too bloody," Qin Shaobai responded, embracing her even tighter, as if yearning to merge her into the very fabric of his being.