Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?

Just as Mr. Dong touched her, before he could react, he was kicked away. His strong body flew like a ragdoll, hitting the wall behind and then sliding down to the ground.

Mrs. Dong screamed, ”Honey!”

Bo Yimo slowly walked up to him and looked down at him. His face was emotionless, and his eyes were icy, as cold as the snow on Tianshan, a bone-chilling cold. His brows knitted ominously, ”Dong Tingwei, are you courting death?”

The kick had used up all his strength, and Mr. Dong coughed up a mouthful of blood, ”Little Mo, you!”

Bo Yimo spoke calmly, his eyes carrying an icy chill like the cold snow of early spring, ”If you touch her even a bit, I will repay tenfold. You’ve come this far, you tell me how much you want?”

This was an unanswerable question, and the room fell silent, no one replied.

At this moment, Mr. Dong could no longer speak. He was completely drained, in severe pain. A man who used to be gloriously towering, almost capable of pointing fingers at mountains, now looked extremely disheveled.

Mrs. Dong rushed to his side, frantically calling out, ”Honey, honey, are you okay?”

She called out a few times, but Mr. Dong did not respond. She turned her head and looked at Bo Yimo and Tong Yan with hatred, ”It’s just a little blood, and you’re unwilling to give it. Do you have any conscience? Are you really willing to watch her die?”

”A little blood?” Bo Yimo smirked, his eyes indeed cold, ”Little Nine, Mrs. Dong wants to donate blood, why not fulfill her wish?”

Little Nine commanded two men in black, ”Mrs. Dong, apologies in advance.”

As soon as he finished speaking, two men in black held Mrs. Dong from both sides.

Mrs. Dong was bewildered, ”What are you...?”

Bo Yimo casually said, ”Begin.”

Begin what?

Mrs. Dong was completely puzzled. What was happening? It wasn’t until the nurse came at her with a thick needle that she realized they were going to draw her blood?

She immediately struggled, ”What are you going to do? Let go of me, let go!”

Bo Yimo chuckled lightly, ”Mrs. Dong, it’s just a little blood.”

As soon as he spoke, the nurse immediately inserted the needle into her vein. Mrs. Dong wanted to struggle, but the nurse successfully stopped her, ”Ma’am, don’t move. If you puncture a vein, it will be a disaster.”

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Dong was so frightened that she dared not move. Watching as the nurse filled tube after tube, she began to tremble, ”How much are you going to draw?”

The distinguished wife of a high-ranking official was being held like this and dared not move. The key was she couldn’t move at all, especially frightened by the words about puncturing a vein. If the vein breaks, that’s serious business.

”600CC,” the nurse said.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Dong protested, no way, this much blood could kill a person, she quickly said, ”You must be joking, this much blood, I...” Her health was precious, can others compare!

Seeing Mrs. Dong’s bewildered expression, Little Nine suppressed the urge to laugh, ”Mrs. Dong, it’s just a little bit of blood.”

It’s exactly the ’little bit of blood’ you mentioned, no more, no less, just 600CC.

Just now Mrs. Dong had said so much, now she’s scared?

Mrs. Dong was so frightened her face changed color, ”Just a little blood, this can kill someone.” It’s said that beyond 800CC one can go into shock, what if the nurse couldn’t control and drew too much?