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The next morning, Wu Youyou was in a completely different mood than usual. She got up early, washed her face, applied makeup, and tidied herself up neatly.
Breakfast was just for her and Cui Zhi, as Zong Jin had yet to come downstairs. Wu Youyou had the housekeeper prepare a meal, and she took the initiative to carry the tray upstairs to deliver breakfast to Zong Jin.
She was in high spirits, humming a little tune as she thought about how Zong Jin would accompany her shopping later. She wanted to buy some things—her favorite trendy clothes, a new gaming console, and the latest game discs. She also wanted to take Zong Jin out for some fresh air; with Dao Wen's indecisiveness lately, it was the perfect opportunity for her to stir up trouble.
Without knocking, Wu Youyou entered the room. As she expected, Zong Jin was sitting at the desk by the window, his face pale and his eyes vacant as he stared blankly at a book without moving.
Wu Youyou slammed the tray down on the table and pointed at Zong Jin's book. "You've already seen this page! Have you been staring at it this whole time?"
Zong Jin showed no reaction. He held the book with his thumb pressing into the crease of the pages, his thumb turning white from the pressure. He had been gripping that book for over half an hour without moving an inch.
Wu Youyou forcibly took the book away from him and shoved a pair of chopsticks into his hands. "Eat! Aunt Berqi is worried about you. You usually have such a regular routine, but today you haven't come down at all. I can tell you're not feeling well."
She walked over to the bed and lay back on Zong Jin's large bed. Stretching her arms and legs playfully, she exclaimed, "This feels so good! I couldn't sleep well these past few days while you were away. Last night after you came back, I slept soundly until dawn without any nightmares!"
"I'm going shopping with you after you eat!" Wu Youyou said cheerfully.
Zong Jin put down the chopsticks and stood up. "I can't go with you today."
After saying this, he left the room and headed to the bathroom.
Wu Youyou hurried after him, wanting to barge into the bathroom, but Zong Jin was quicker; he locked the door behind him.
She kicked at the bathroom door in frustration. "What’s wrong with you? It’s just a little love trouble! You haven’t even been involved with Dao Wen for that long—do you really need to skip meals over it? Does she deserve your fasting?"
At the corner of the stairs, Cui Zhi stood watching Wu Youyou throw a tantrum and couldn’t help but speak up. "You should leave Zong Jin alone for a couple of days; let him have some peace and quiet."
Wu Youyou scoffed dismissively. "I can’t be bothered with him! He really doesn’t understand people’s hearts. Those women outside will only hurt him; I’m the only one who cares whether he eats or not!"
She then recalled something. "Aunt Berqi, haven’t we heard anything from the police yet? Haven't they figured out that it was Lan Qingqing? Why can’t they just take her in for questioning? If they press her for three days and nights, she’ll definitely confess—there’s no one else but her."
Cui Zhi replied, "Just wait a bit longer; it won’t be that quick. Besides, coercing someone is illegal!"
Meanwhile, at the Cosmetic Surgery Institution, Lan Qingqing was strapped onto an operating table as anesthesia took effect within three seconds.
In her dreams, she felt as if she were floating in an ethereal space filled with white all around—endless and indistinct.
As she walked through this void, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. Looking down between her legs, she saw blood flowing. Lifting her shirt revealed her swollen belly; inside, the baby was moving restlessly, even stretching out pregnancy lines across her skin.
Anger surged within her as she began to slap her belly where it squirmed. "Stop moving! I said stop! You're going to burst me open! Look at these stretch marks—it's hideous! Just stop already! I could kill you!"
The baby in her belly moved more energetically, causing unsightly stretch marks to spread across Lan Qingqing's abdomen. In a frenzy, she suddenly noticed a deep gash along her side, as if something was stirring within her. Panic gripped her, and when she lifted her head again, she was met with a horrifying sight.
Ke Jie was hanging on a cross high above, his body battered and bruised. One of his feet was missing, blood gushing from the wound. One of his eyes was gone as well, and his manhood had vanished, leaving a gruesome scene of blood splattered everywhere, even on her face.
She screamed in terror, but then someone behind her began calling her name. Turning around, she was shocked to see Tong Le and He Shui Xian. He Shui Xian, who had been paralyzed and dead, now appeared whole and was crazily chasing after her.
Lan Qingqing was terrified. She ran frantically, but suddenly a massive and terrifying face appeared before her—it was Zhang Huizhi's face. It hung in the air, twisted with malice, its mouth opening wide as a putrid smell filled the air. The voice boomed, "Lan Qingqing! Why did you kill me?"
In that moment of shock, Lan Qingqing jolted awake, gasping for breath. Cold sweat drenched her hair as she trembled in fear. She quickly looked around; it was just a dream.
Letting out a sigh of relief, she turned to look out the window. This was her hospital room, and night had fallen outside. Following the direction of her legs, she saw both were wrapped in bandages and gauze. It was only then that she felt the piercing pain coursing through her body; having just undergone surgery, everything hurt so much that she could hardly tell where the pain originated.
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