Chapter 90: Is it still your fault for making decisions on your own and wounding his pride as a man?

Care! For Lu Zhizhi’s liver.

She had taken a knife in the back for this. If Lu Zhizhi jumped from the building, killing both herself and her unborn child, wouldn’t that stab have been for nothing?!

“Weiwei, your brother must have Lu Zhiyuan’s number. Call your brother and ask him for Lu Zhiyuan’s phone.” As she spoke, Song Mi strode forward, pulling out her phone to call Assistant Lin.

“But Mi’er… she…” Qiao Weiwei swallowed the rest of her words. Forget it—this was a matter of life and death. They couldn’t just pretend they hadn’t seen anything, especially since Mi’er had already set aside past grievances and rushed ahead. “Hey, Mi’er, wait for me!”

As she spoke, Qiao Weiwei hurried after Song Mi, dialing Qiao Yudong as she walked. “Brother, send me Lu Zhiyuan’s phone number right now.”

“…We’ve run into Lu Zhizhi, she’s about to jump… Mm, send it right away.”

A few minutes later, they arrived at the rooftop with hospital staff. At this moment, Song Mi couldn’t reveal herself recklessly.

In Lu Zhizhi’s mind, Song Mi was the greatest persecutor.

Before the hospital staff could speak, Song Mi seized the initiative. “We know her. She’s Lu Zhizhi, heiress of the Lu Corporation. Her brother is on his way. Please send someone to talk with her and stabilize her emotions.”

The two staff members exchanged glances and decided to follow her advice.

Soon, one staff member, accompanied by a nurse, headed out.

The taller staff member remaining spoke to them, “Please contact her family as soon as possible. Should we call the police or wait…?”

Song Mi shot him a cold look. “Don’t call the police. Does your hospital have a safety air cushion?”

It was obvious the hospital wanted to keep things quiet. If the police were called, news of a suicide attempt would quickly spread. In recent years, the doctor-patient relationship had been a major public concern. Every hospital dreaded such incidents, so their first instinct was to resolve it internally, without involving authorities or outsiders.

But this was a matter of life and death—two lives, in fact, since Lu Zhizhi was pregnant. Given the height of the building, a safety air cushion could save a life!

As the staff member was cowed by Song Mi’s icy gaze and called upper management to report the incident, Lu Zhiyuan arrived.

Qiao Weiwei whispered a reminder, “Mi’er, Lu Zhiyuan is here.”

Lu Zhiyuan moved swiftly, rushing up from the stairs. Before he could speak, a shrill scream sounded outside—Lu Zhizhi’s voice: “…Go away!”

“…Everyone go away!” Clearly, the hospital staff who had gone out to calm her had only provoked her further.

Her emotions were wildly unstable!

Lu Zhiyuan’s expression changed drastically, and he moved to go out. “I’m going!”

“Mr. Lu,” Song Mi called after him, “may I have a word?”

Lu Zhiyuan glanced at her, then nodded.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Lu Zhiyuan asked impatiently, “What do you want now?”

It was hardly the time, but Song Mi did not hesitate. “I want to remind you, Mr. Lu, if your sister has an accident today… her liver—”

As she spoke, Lu Zhiyuan’s face darkened to the extreme. “Song Mi, do you have a shred of humanity?!”

“My sister is—” Rage and anxiety nearly drove him to strangle this woman, but he restrained himself, glaring at her as if his gaze could kill. “If anything happens to my sister, I’ll make sure you pay!”

Song Mi was unphased.

Meeting his murderous glare, she let out a cold, clear snort. “Don’t forget—it was you who forced her to have an abortion.”

“If you go out there now, seeing you will only make her more agitated.” She wasn’t just talking back for the sake of it; it was the truth.

Besides, even for the sake of Lu Zhizhi’s liver, she didn’t want to see blood splatter on the ground.

Lu Zhiyuan’s face froze, but only for three seconds before he snapped back. “Then I’ll call your boyfriend right now!”

Song Mi’s eyes narrowed sharply.

“After all, the person my sister most wants to see is him!” With that, Lu Zhiyuan brushed past her, phone in hand, already dialing.

Even at a time like this, he still wanted to get under her skin!

What a pair of odd siblings, these Lus.

And he truly did pull out his phone and make the call.

Qiao Weiwei, who had been keeping an eye on their exchange, had been ready to intervene when Lu Zhiyuan cursed at Song Mi earlier.

Now, seeing him approach, she hurried over to Song Mi. “Mi’er, I think Lu Zhizhi is calling your name!”

Song Mi’s brows drew together.

She had been planning to leave—after all, Lu Zhiyuan and the hospital staff were there. Even if she had studied psychology and successfully talked someone down once before, it didn’t mean she could help this time.

After all, in Lu Zhizhi’s eyes, she was the greatest enemy.

More importantly, Lu Zhiyuan had called Lawyer Wen.

Song Mi didn’t want to see him.

If Lu Zhizhi really lost her life today, Song Mi could still negotiate the transplant agreement with Lu Zhiyuan as soon as she learned of it. She would have Ye Zhao keep a close watch.

But Lu Zhizhi was calling for her.

Seeing her silent, Qiao Weiwei quickly added, “Lu Zhizhi is strange—why would she call for you now? We’re not even close, are we?”

Song Mi ignored her. “Let’s go.”

“Mm,” Qiao Weiwei agreed.

But as they descended to the sixth floor, Lu Zhiyuan’s voice rang out from above. “Song Mi, my sister wants to see you.”

Song Mi slowed her steps and turned, gazing calmly at Lu Zhiyuan, who was leaning halfway over the stair rail.

She met his eyes without speaking, simply looking at him.

She was forcing him to take a stand.

Lu Zhizhi was in a frenzied state; no one could predict what she might do next. Song Mi needed extra assurance.

Lu Zhiyuan understood her perfectly.

But he would never agree—what was the difference between that and cursing his own sister to die?

His jaw clenched with rage, and he simply threatened, “Song Mi, your man is on his way. My sister’s life is at stake. If you dare to leave, don’t think I’ll give you her liver—or keep any of this a secret for you!”

“You’ve done so much for him behind his back. Don’t you want to know if, when he finds out, he’ll be grateful…” Lu Zhiyuan’s gaze was sharp as a blade, “…or blame you for overstepping, wounding his pride?”

As they faced off, Song Mi instinctively narrowed her eyes, coldness gathering in their depths.

Qiao Weiwei didn’t understand the exchange, but it didn’t stop her from defending Mi’er. “Lu Zhiyuan, is that how you beg for help?”

“Your sister hates Mi’er for stealing her beloved. If you send Mi’er up and something goes wrong, can you pay that price?” She tugged Song Mi’s arm. “Mi’er, let’s go.”

At that moment, a series of gut-wrenching screams echoed from above: “…Song Mi, I want to see Song Mi!”

No one knew where Lu Zhizhi found the strength to howl like that, but even from a distance, her cries reached them.

The next moment, Lu Zhiyuan spun and rushed upstairs.

In the end, Song Mi stayed.

Not only for Lu Zhizhi’s liver, but also… for the tiny life in her belly.

The child was innocent.

Back on the rooftop, just before stepping onto the terrace, Qiao Weiwei caught her arm. “Mi’er, maybe wait for Lawyer Wen to arrive.”

But Lu Zhizhi’s situation was urgent—she was already hysterical. “…Go away! Don’t come near me!”

“If you come any closer, I’ll jump!”

“It’s Song Mi who ruined me!”

“She did this!”

“…Bring her to me…”

As Song Mi reached the door, the uniformed staff member turned to her. “…The safety air cushion has arrived at the hospital entrance.”

Song Mi looked at him. “Evacuate the onlookers below.”

With that, she strode toward Lu Zhizhi.

A few steps out, she saw Lu Zhiyuan and a nurse facing Lu Zhizhi.

Lu Zhizhi sat on the railing, threatening them. “…Don’t come closer!”

Lu Zhiyuan pleaded, “Zhizhi, come down first!”

“Come down, I’ll agree to anything you want!”

Because Lu Zhizhi’s head was turned, she soon spotted Song Mi. “…Song Mi, you finally dare to see me!”

“It’s you!”

“You did this to me!”

With that, Lu Zhizhi suddenly twisted around, scaring Lu Zhiyuan into a shout, “Careful!”

Lu Zhizhi wore a heavy coat over a knit dress. She braced her hands on the railing, swung both legs around, and faced them fully.

It was even more dangerous now.

Her whole back hung out over the edge—one wrong move, and she’d fall! Song Mi couldn’t tell if Lu Zhizhi truly wanted to die or was using this as leverage.

Judging by her lucid speech, her logic was clear.

Compared to earlier, cowering and muttering about not wanting surgery, Lu Zhizhi seemed much more rational now.

Song Mi paused, her tone even. “I hear you wanted to see me.”

“Is there something you want to say to me?”

Lu Zhizhi pointed at her. “You ruined me!”

The accusations began. “It’s all your fault!”

“If it weren’t for you…”

Song Mi waited in silence as Lu Zhizhi vented. When she paused for breath, Song Mi asked, “I’m awful, so you hate me. If you had the chance, what would you do to me?”

Lu Zhizhi was clearly startled, as if thinking it over.

In truth, halfway through her tirade, Lu Zhizhi’s demeanor shifted—her eyes flickered, and her voice grew faint.

Song Mi suspected a split personality.

But it wasn’t typical. If she truly had DID, distinct personalities wouldn’t switch so rapidly.

Seeing Lu Zhizhi’s eyes grow more confused, Song Mi pressed on, “Here’s your chance—you won’t miss it, will you?”

“Come down, come down, and you can do whatever you want.” Then she signaled Lu Zhiyuan with her eyes.

Now was not the time to rush her—it would only make things worse. Gentle persuasion was needed.

Lu Zhiyuan understood, inching forward and softening his tone, “Yes, come down. I’ll help you do whatever you want.”

Lu Zhizhi started talking to herself. “What do I want to do?”

“I want to…”

“What do I want?”

“Brother, where’s A’Li!” Lu Zhizhi suddenly mentioned Lawyer Wen, a blush rising to her cheeks. “I want… I want to confess to him.”

“Do you think he’ll accept me?”

“He will!” Lu Zhiyuan quickly responded, stepping closer. “My beautiful sister—of course he’ll accept you!”

“Zhizhi, come here. I’ll take you to him.”

Lu Zhiyuan was almost close enough now—just another couple of steps, and if Lu Zhizhi reached out, he could pull her down.

Assuming she cooperated.

Song Mi stayed where she was.

Lu Zhiyuan crept closer; Lu Zhizhi reached out to him. But suddenly, she said, “No, I… I…”

“They… all of them…”

Obviously, she was remembering those men. “Don’t come any closer!”

So close—yet it slipped away!

Lu Zhizhi shook her head violently. “A’Li won’t accept me now!”

“He loves Song Mi!”

“Song Mi!”

“You stole the man I love!”

Seeing the opportunity irretrievably lost, and knowing guiding her would only get harder, Song Mi still replied patiently, “No, he’ll be here soon—you can ask him yourself.”

For a moment, Lu Zhiyuan almost rushed forward, but then his sister’s resistance returned.

He didn’t dare to imagine what might have happened if he’d forced it.

With tension so high, swinging between hope and despair, even he was reaching his limit. “Right, he’s almost here. Come down first, I’ll help you find him. I’ll ask him for you.”

“Zhizhi, come here.” Lu Zhiyuan edged forward.

But Song Mi found it too risky.

Lu Zhizhi’s earlier confusion and hesitation had passed. Though her accusations had lost their earlier intensity, her primary intent had returned.

She was still resisting.

But in a flash—

Lu Zhiyuan lunged forward, grabbing her arm. “Ah!”

Song Mi barely saw what happened—Lu Zhiyuan was suddenly being dragged over the edge by Lu Zhizhi. Luckily, he held on to her. “Zhizhi, hold tight!”

“Help!” Song Mi shouted.

She instinctively rushed forward, just as a figure darted past her—Lawyer Wen.

He had arrived!

Amid the chaos, Song Mi saw Lu Zhiyuan’s body nearly spill over the rail, Wen Yanli wrapping his arms tightly around his waist.

More people rushed to help.

She heard Lu Zhiyuan shouting, “Zhizhi, hold on! Don’t let go!”

Right behind, Qiao Weiwei hurried up. “Mi’er, are you alright?!”

“I’m fine, it’s alright—they’ve got her!” Qiao Weiwei tried to reassure her, but her eyes, like Song Mi’s, were fixed on the harrowing scene a few meters away.

With everyone’s strength, Lu Zhizhi was quickly pulled to safety.

Once up, she collapsed in a heap, trembling uncontrollably, unable to move.

And the nurse soon realized—she had wet herself.

Nearby, Lu Zhiyuan, clutching his right arm with his left, was still pale with shock.

Wen Yanli took command, instructing the hospital staff to bring a stretcher.

Song Mi watched for a moment, then turned to Qiao Weiwei. “Let’s go.”

Qiao Weiwei gave a startled “Ah,” then an “Oh.”

Song Mi was already walking away.

But just as they had gone a few steps, a voice called from behind, “Mi’er, wait.”