chapter 10

The body clad in a silk gown pressed tightly against Fu An’s back, sending a soft and seductive sensation.

Ouyang whispered, “Since He Qi can cheat, then so can I.”

“Fu An, haven’t you always… always wanted to have me?”

I was in the bathroom, listening in despair to the sounds coming from the living room.

I heard a man’s rapid breathing, and a woman’s gentle, muffled moans.

Fu An held Ouyang in his arms, his hand running through her hair, and then…

Suddenly, he gripped her neck.

“Bitch, don’t think you can fool me!” Fu An roared, “Brother Qi told me, none of you bitches can be trusted!”

Ouyang was choked tightly by Fu An, her mouth emitting dying gasps.

Finally, her head slumped to the side, motionless.

Fu An threw Ouyang onto the sofa and rushed toward the bathroom.

“Brother Qi! Brother Qi!”

Fu An burst through the bathroom door, expecting to see He Qi.

But what he saw was me, tied up in the bathtub.

“Where’s Brother Qi!” he shouted at me.

My mouth was stuffed with a towel, so I could only desperately signal with my eyes.

Fu An rushed over and yanked the towel from my mouth.

Hoarsely, I shouted, “Behind you…”

Behind?

Confusion appeared on Fu An’s face.

He Qi was behind him?

Suddenly, he realized something.

In my eyes, wide with terror, the shadow of the person behind him was reflected.

It wasn’t He Qi, but Ouyang.

Fu An tried to turn around, but it was already too late.

Ouyang had already picked up a knife, and the sharp blade plunged into Fu An’s back, the bloody tip protruding from his chest.

Fu An collapsed heavily to the ground.

I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Ouyang glanced at me, then picked up the towel and stuffed it back into my mouth.

Ouyang began to dismember Fu An, just as she had done with He Qi.

I don’t know how much time passed.

I fainted and woke up again, suddenly seeing Ouyang standing silently across from me.

I shuddered violently in fear.

She didn’t look at me, but turned on the shower, washed herself, and changed into clean clothes.

The blood-stained silk gown was burned, its ashes flushed down the toilet.

After finishing all this, she squatted in front of me, looking me straight in the eye.

“Do you love him?”

I cried.

I didn’t know why I was crying.

I murmured, “No, I don’t love him.” It was the truth.

But I didn’t know if Ouyang would believe me.

Nor did I know if she would let me go.

Ouyang stood up, went to the living room, poured a glass of red wine, and handed it to me:

“Drink.”

I looked at the wine, then looked up at Ouyang.

With no other choice, I drank the wine.

Ten minutes later, I lost consciousness.