The King of Curses
Chapter 50 - 50 20 An Zhi Zhen_2

50: Chapter 20 An Zhi Zhen_2 50: Chapter 20 An Zhi Zhen_2 “Eh, you don’t know?

I don’t seem to have seen her, she might have left this place already.”

“Left?”

Cen Dongsheng furrowed his brow.

“Where did she go?”

He subconsciously tried to rise, but his strength suddenly drained, and he fell back onto the bed.

“There, there, look at you, such a worrier.”

An Zhizhen soothed with a gentle tone.

“You should rest first, leave the rest to me.”

Leave it to you?

It’s still not the time to leave it to you…

Despite this, under Sister Zhi Zhen’s soothing, he obediently lay down.

*

Half an hour later, An Zhizhen watched as Cen Dongsheng slept on the bed.

She rested her chin in her hand, admiring the youth’s sleeping face up close, her lips involuntarily curving upwards.

For her, this was a marvelously new experience in life, simply watching someone’s face filled her with pleasant emotions, even doing nothing felt meaningful.

Every day, she discovered new wonders in life and experienced emotions she had never felt before.

The complexities of the human heart were revealed…

This was the change that man had brought to her.

“Alright, I have things to do; I can’t get too immersed in this leisure time.”

Reluctantly, An Zhizhen got up and took the soup bowl with her before leaving the room.

There had been a time-consuming process of feeding him spoonfuls of soup.

Cen Dongsheng had been reluctant, of course, but in the end couldn’t win against her and had to obediently sit and wait to be fed.

This consumed another half an hour.

Fortunately, the work she had to do wasn’t troublesome, just a trivial matter.

She hummed a cheerful tune, washing the dishes at the washstand, watching the cold water rush down the drain.

An Zhizhen lifted her wet hands, shading her eyes from the direct sunlight coming from the window.

Her hands, covered with water droplets, shone like jade, and she couldn’t help but recall the conversation she had with Cen Dongsheng.

“The foundation of a partnership is equality…

haha, that’s well said.”

It was as if the answer to a question that had long puzzled her was solved, and she felt completely satisfied.

“I had almost forgotten about this.

Although, real equality isn’t easy.”

With high spirits, An Zhizhen greeted people on her way, nodding and smiling politely in return.

—Until those two people appeared before her.

The smile slowly faded from her face.

Kong Yulin pushed a wheelchair covered with a white cloth in front of her.

*

“Doctor An…

we meet again.”

The man who looked almost dwarfish under the white cloth, curled up in the wheelchair, “shrunk” by nearly half in size and presenting a pitiful sight, spoke with a muddy voice.

His legs were gone, and his upper body was wrapped in bandages.

Since his entire jaw was torn open, his gums writhed in the air as he spoke, an unsettling sight.

“You’re still alive?”

“Yes, I am alive…

although at a heavy price…

to end up like this…”

Kong Yulin beside him was pale, clearly not yet fully recovered from her injuries.

Both were in an extremely weakened state, yet they still came, indicating their obsession with that particular item.

An Zhizhen furrowed her delicate brows, about to say something, but Deng Rong cut her off.

“Your man was also seriously injured in that battle…

He was unconscious for a full day and two nights, wasn’t he?

Yin Lian is just too cautious.

If she could have made sure of that guy’s real state, we wouldn’t have had to retreat in such a disgrace, just to come back.”

Deng Rong spoke, unable to stop the blood from trickling down his lower body and face.

The repeatedly soiled bandages were dirty and smelly.

“Your man, Cen Dongsheng, I know his name now.

That bastard…

I will never let him go…”

He had started speaking as if joking, but soon his voice became laden with venom, conveying a sense of utter loathing.

“You’re too agitated.

This is a hallway; there are other people around.

You’re going to expose all our information.”

Kong Yulin’s voice was cold, her brow furrowed in displeasure.

As they stood in the hallway talking, some passing neighbors cast curious glances their way.

If a conflict arose, surely someone would call the police, and things would no longer be kept under wraps.

Deng Yinlian still didn’t want to attract too much attention.

“What’s the point…!” Deng Rong gripped the wheelchair armrest fiercely, letting out a low roar, “Do you think I look like this…

turned into this ghostly figure, that I’d care about others?!

I wish I could kill everyone…”

“Doctor An, you don’t have to bother with him.

He has lost all power, and if he makes any rude moves, I will stop him.”

Kong Yulin said,

“The important thing is, I came to negotiate with Mr.

Cen.

For that item, we are willing to trade, whether it’s money, information, objects or resources related to Cursing Prohibition, or anything else, it’s negotiable…”

“—No need.”

Again, a perfect smile appeared on An Zhizhen’s face.

“Dongsheng is resting; I don’t want anyone to disturb him.”

“Do you not understand the situation?

Is this somewhere you can call the shots?”

Deng Rong interrupted her once more, his entire demeanor agitated.

“Bastard…

I will get my revenge…”

He jerked his head up, his bloodshot eyes fixed intently on An Zhizhen.

“You damned woman, it’s all your fault, you caused this…

I will torture you, make you wish you were dead…”