FY - 48

After leaving Wei Li’an, Zhou Yan went to Si Wen’s apartment. The security guard let her in directly. She got to the bottom of the building and stopped, looking at the arched building entrance. On the left side of the lobby, there was a service desk where a property staff member would work from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m., swiping the elevator card for residents who had forgotten theirs.

He was buried behind the counter now. Zhou Yan couldn’t see what he was doing from where she was, but she didn’t want to go and look.

So she stopped at the entrance of the building.

She turned around and walked back, her heels tapping on the ground in a slow rhythm.

What did it matter who Si Wen was? Other than his name, which she had explicitly asked for, Si Wen never told her anything else, and she hadn’t been interested, right?

What did it matter if she knew his drug addiction was not self-inflicted? Did that excuse him for almost killing her several times? Did that mean she should just go back to him and let him continue to ruin her? Or let him kill her again? He was pitiable, so did she deserve it?

No, that logic was wrong.

She was right, and she should leave.

With that thought, she walked faster and faster, and her sweat became more and more profuse.

Finally, she couldn’t walk anymore. She squatted under a tree, biting her arm and trembling. After a while, her skin was cold and covered in goosebumps. Passersby all looked at her.

In the blink of an eye, it was dark. She staggered away.

There was no need for this. She had already taken Qin Feng’s money. It was better to get the job done first and then think about all these messy things. Or just not think about them at all. There was nothing to think about. She didn’t want to go back on her word and return to his arms. Not at all. Not a single bit.

Besides, the truth was still up in the air.

Would Wei Li’an tell her something so sensitive, involving a drug dealer and a mole? It went against protocol and was too risky.

What if Si Wen was a villain and she was on his side? If Wei Li’an alerted her, wouldn’t she be on guard? The police would be at a disadvantage. Wei Li’an didn’t seem like a genius, but he wasn’t an idiot, was he?

She had to admit that the news was so explosive that she had been too emotional to think clearly. She had rushed there in a panic, and left dejectedly.

But now, she was awake.

She had to go back to her life, as if she had never heard or been there.

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When Si Wen heard that Zhou Yan had taken Qin Feng’s money and was going to sleep with him, he was at a factory in Medicine Valley and proceeded to smash the place up.

He went to Zhou Yan’s home and knocked on the door with force, causing the neighbors to come out. Their faces, which were initially angry at being disturbed, became insignificant when they met Si Wen’s eyes, which were sharper than a knife’s edge.

Zhou Siyuan opened the door for him and looked up at him.

Si Wen wanted to push him aside and walk in, but he crouched down and asked him, “Where is your sister?”

Zhou Siyuan asked in return, “Are you that poisonous plant?”

Si Wen frowned.

Zhou Siyuan walked inside.

Si Wen followed him.

Zhou Yan’s community was one of the oldest in Qizhou. It looked precarious from the outside, and it wasn’t much better on the inside, but she always managed to keep it spotlessly clean and comfortable.

It was the same when she was with him. His house, his car, and Medicine Valley—wherever she went, it was always clean.

He searched the rooms but couldn’t find Zhou Yan.

When he returned to the living room, Zhou Siyuan was already on the dining table, eating a steamed bun. “Sister went out.”

“Where did she go?”

Zhou Siyuan shook his head. “I don’t know.”

Si Wen was about to leave.

Zhou Siyuan asked him again, “Are you that poisonous plant?”

Si Wen stopped and turned around. “What poisonous plant?”

Zhou Siyuan took a sip of soy milk. “Sister said she had a poisonous plant in her heart, and she pulled it out.”

Pulled it out.

Si Wen closed his eyes gently and then opened them just as gently.

His movements were slow and subtle. Those who weren’t watching him closely would have just thought he blinked, but they wouldn’t have seen that when his eyelids closed and opened, he was sad.

Zhou Siyuan hadn’t finished. “I saw you kissing her. Do you love her very much?”

Si Wen told him, “A poisonous plant only has poison, not love.”

Zhou Siyuan: “Then why are you looking for her?”

Si Wen: “She took the poison that keeps me alive.”

Zhou Siyuan didn’t understand.

Si Wen explained, “If I can’t find her, I’ll die.”

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Zhou Yan was supposed to have sex with Qin Feng that evening as planned. She arrived at the designated hotel early, but she wasn’t in a hurry to change into the clothes he had chosen.

She sat on the sofa, her gaze not pure, but not clear either. She was thinking about too many things, which always affected her heart. And the heart was always connected to the eyes.

Being in a relationship with someone is a process of accumulation. The more love the other person gives, the more love is collected. The more hatred the other person gives, the more hatred is collected. When the box of hatred bursts, and it can’t hold any more, it will all be returned to the other person at once, catching them off guard.

Zhou Yan had tried to do this, but the result was not ideal. Being caught off guard was real, and so was the self-inflicted damage.

But her entanglement with Si Wen had to have an end. If he wouldn’t do it, she would. Even if she had to cut off her limbs, as long as her heart was still her own, it wasn’t a loss. She was in a pathetic state right now, but no one could say she had lost.

No.

She hadn’t lost.

She shook her head, shaking Si Wen out of her mind, and prepared to take a shower and change.

After she was ready, Qin Feng arrived.

Qin Feng brought two bottles of good wine and poured a glass for Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan took it and had a sip.

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Si Wen searched the whole city and found the hotel Qin Feng had taken Zhou Yan to. He drove there like a madman, ignoring the front desk’s attempts to stop him and insisting on going upstairs.

The front desk staff initially thought the man was handsome but too unreasonable. After learning he was Si Wen, they willingly helped him with the elevator.

They couldn’t afford to offend Si Wen.

In the elevator, his white shirt, despite the abuse it had taken, was not wrinkled. A tie was at his chest, which he had pulled loose like a chain around his neck. The ends lay on his half-exposed chest.

In his hand was a golf club, with a metal head, hard and unbreakable.

He had decided to kill Qin Feng there. As long as he had dared to touch Zhou Yan.

Anyway, his hands were already covered in blood and lives.

One less wouldn’t make a difference, and one more wouldn’t add much.

The elevator arrived, and he got off at Qin Feng’s room. He had taken the room card from the front desk and swiped it to enter. He saw Qin Feng standing by the window in a towel, water sounds coming from the bathroom, and several condoms on the floor. He went insane.

He rushed over, swung the club, and smashed the head of the club into his head. Blood splattered on the wall in a beautiful, red fan shape.

Qin Feng was caught completely off guard. Even if he had been prepared, he would have just slid to the floor under the impact, just like he did now.

Si Wen didn’t give him a chance to go limp. He grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up, letting the blood run down his arm to his chest.

In a moment of crisis, Si Wen only needed to slightly twist his wrist, and the Qin family would be without an heir. But he didn’t care about that. It had nothing to do with him. All he cared about was that this man had touched Zhou Yan.

That alone was a crime punishable by death.

An ordinary person’s heart would be filled with rage, and evil would rise in their mind. This was even more so for an extraordinary person like Si Wen. His hands showed no mercy. He only wanted to strangle him. “Who told you to touch her?”

His tone was calm, but he was not.

Qin Feng’s face was flushed with blood, a frightening red. Veins on his forehead and neck stood out, drawing a ferocious pattern on his face.

He was rolling his eyes and sticking out his tongue. He grabbed Si Wen’s wrists with both hands and kicked his feet in the air, his whole state like he was wandering in a “Rashomon,” caught between a rock and a hard place. “I... I...”

He could only make sounds, not form a single sentence or even half of one.

It seemed that Si Wen had the upper hand in this confrontation, but a careful observer could see that he was no less desperate than Qin Feng.

It wasn’t until the person in the bathroom came out naked and screamed at the sight. “Ah—”

Si Wen let go and turned around. It wasn’t Zhou Yan.

The woman quickly found a towel and wrapped it around herself. “Who are you?”

Si Wen took a step back. It wasn’t Zhou Yan? It wasn’t Zhou Yan?

Qin Feng was half-dead and didn’t have the strength to answer him. The woman didn’t know why he was there and couldn’t answer him either.

He walked out with heavy steps. When he was outside the door, the woman slammed it shut with a loud bang.

It wasn’t Zhou Yan.

His heart, which had been in his throat, returned to its place. He rested his forehead against the wall. Qin Feng’s blood was still on his hand, dripping down the golf club.

A false alarm. That was a great word.

Si Wen’s pounding heart gradually calmed down, but his sweat didn’t seem to have the same idea. It was as if it was wringing out all the moisture from his body.

He didn’t know when a figure appeared at the end of the corridor.

He slowly turned his neck and looked over.

The person had a slender figure and a beautiful face, but she was crying, and her face was covered in tears.

He rushed over, cupped the back of her head, pulled her into his arms, and leaned in to passionately bite and suck on her lips. He greedily tasted her saliva, but it still wasn’t enough.

He then pushed her into the stairwell, pinned her against the door, held her hands up, bit off her knitted sweater, and buried his head in her cleavage. He went crazy, sucking on her breasts and licking her cleavage line over and over again.

His desire for this body was seeping out of his bones. It was a small amount, but its destructive power was immense. It had the ability to completely control him.

The person beneath him let out a small moan, which grew louder with his movements. She didn’t care about the location and let out a loud cry.

He was intense, and she was even more so. With both hands, she unbuckled his belt, pulled out his member, and knelt down. She took half of it into her mouth, sucking, licking, and biting it. Her hand grabbed the other half, masturbating him with a frenzied rhythm.

She understood him. She knew he was enjoying it, and his increasingly heavy breathing proved it.

When he was about to climax, her mouth was so sore she couldn’t close it.

He picked up her limp body and kissed her mouth. His cold tongue wrapped around hers and pulled it into his mouth.

He kissed her until she felt a little better. His hand slid down to her thigh, attracted to her damp skin. Finally, he lifted her up, his strong arms supporting her. When he pushed her skirt aside, he found she wasn’t wearing panties.

He looked up at her. Both of their faces looked as if they had been smoked. Their eyes were dazed.

He buried his head, his clever tongue constantly searching inward, stirring up a storm in that swamp.

He was so skilled. His sucking and licking made her scream so loudly that it echoed down to the lobby.

Her buttocks twitched violently, and she squirted all over his face.

He wiped some off, looked at her, and licked it into his mouth, swallowing it. Before she could calm down, he used the slipperiness to thrust his member inside without even needing his hands.

He placed his hand on her neck without much force and thrust in and out deeply. Each thrust rubbed against her G-spot, reached her womb, and made a bulge appear on her lower abdomen. His rhythm was fast, his movements were fierce, and his other hand was roughly kneading her breasts.

She was beneath him, placed in various positions, being fucked to death. She was completely immersed in the immense satisfaction of having sex with him.

This man was amazing in bed.

No other man could ever satisfy her as much as he did.

He thrust without stopping, as if he never got tired. He did it at least a thousand times.

She kept clenching, which made him moan repeatedly and thrust harder.

They took the game of sex to an unprecedented limit. With their desperation for each other, they went from the stairwell to the stairs, to the corridor, to the suite next door, to the bed, to the balcony, and finally to the swimming pool.

They were constantly climaxing, but they still didn’t want to stop. They just wanted to exhaust each other’s last bit of strength and then die, stuck together.

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It was late at night. The moonlight from outside the glass ceiling shone on the pool, covering it in silver. It was as if someone had accidentally knocked over a torch, spilling it onto the water. The fire spread fiercely, quickly covering the entire pool.

Zhou Yan didn’t know when she had put on Si Wen’s shirt, but her body underneath was bare. She sat in front of the pool, holding a wine glass, occasionally taking a sip. The spicy taste made her shoulders tense and gave her a jolt.

But for the next sip, she still drank without hesitation.

Just like her broken body, which had been ravaged by Si Wen over and over again, almost to the point of death, she would still compromise with him and let him conquer her.

Without hesitation. It was despicable, and it was pathetic.

She had thought that Qin Feng would be the threshold for her to say goodbye to the past and be reborn, so she had made a lot of preparations to ensure she could embrace a new life. But when she was only a step away, she still stopped, took a look at the door right in front of her, and turned back.

No matter how beautiful the view on the other side was, she still had to return to the wilderness.

It wasn’t because of the man’s identity in the wilderness or how helpless he was. It was just because of that man that she couldn’t refuse.

Others might call her a slut, but she was willing. She didn’t blame anyone. Who was she harming with her “slutty” behavior?

Throughout her journey, she had been showered with dirty water. She had never cared about what anyone said about her, and she still didn’t. She wouldn’t in the future, either.

Si Wen had finished his shower, and she could hear him from upstairs.

Zhou Yan, who was staring at the pool, remembered when Si Wen had tricked her into jumping off the rooftop. She threw the chair from the side of the pool into the water and screamed.

Si Wen immediately jumped from the second floor into the pool, frantically searching. “Zhou Yan!”

Zhou Yan leaned against a nearby wall, holding her wine. She watched him, a man who didn’t fear heaven or hell, become as nervous as an idiot for her in that pool of water. Her hand, without thinking, let go, and the wine glass slipped from her grasp and hit the ground with a “smash.”

Si Wen finally stopped. He was still in the water, and his eyes, as he looked at Zhou Yan, showed relief. He said, “You tricked me.”

His words sounded weak, but it was what Zhou Yan couldn’t stand the most. It made her want to die in his hands, right now, immediately.

It was just a prank, but he had taken it seriously. His worried expression was seared into her heart like a hot iron. But it didn’t go away until that spot was burning and cracking, and blood and flesh oozed out, flowing to her limbs.

It happened so suddenly that her brain had to process the situation urgently and couldn’t control her actions.

Just like that, her eyes turned red, her lips turned white, and she began to tremble from head to toe. She didn’t hesitate. She rushed over and pounced on him. “Fuck me! Now! Fuck me!”

“I’ve fallen in love with you!”

“No! That’s not right! I admit it!”