Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Song Ci still maintained her indifferent and disdainful expression. She told Mu Qiu quietly, “Because I have a tough life, so I can’t die. Don’t you find it infuriating?” Even though she was later set up by Mu Qiu and Mu Mian and died an innocent death, she was still reborn.
Her life was hard to claim and she was destined to stay around for an eternity.
Mu Qiu wiped her tears. She opened another bottle and downed half of it, before lying weakly on the table as if she was drunk.
Song Ci took the empty bottle from her hand and said, “You are drunk, Mu Qiu. I will call mother and get them to fetch you.”
Song Ci got up to get her cell phone. Before she walked far, she suddenly heard Mu Qiu mutter. “I really wanted you dead, but when I heard you say that you were going to give me your heart, I actually felt touched and couldn’t bear to…”
Song Ci stopped in her tracks. She turned back slowly and looked at the young lady hugging the bottle with a red face. “Mu Qiu, you are drunk.”
Mu Qiu remained silent and closed her eyes. She might have fallen asleep.
Song Ci gave Du Tingting a call. Knowing that Mu Qiu was drunk at her place, Du Tingting said awkwardly, “Song Song, your father went on a work trip and I am the only one at home. The driver has already knocked off. Can you let your sister stay over at your place tonight?”
Song Ci glanced at the sleeping Mu Qiu and could only agree.
There was only one bed in the house, and there was no way Song Ci would let Mu Qiu sleep in her and Han Zhan’s wedding room. She moved Mu Qiu onto the sofa and found a thin towel to cover her. Mu Qiu woke up once during the process and stared at Song Ci. After a look, she closed her eyes and fell asleep again.
Song Ci returned to her room after Mu Qiu fell asleep.
In the beginning, Song Ci couldn’t fall asleep. She only felt slightly sleepy after midnight. After sleeping for an unknown period of time, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest. Song Ci was awakened by that pain. She opened her eyes and saw a shocking scene —
A knife was stabbed into her chest. The silver knife was stained with some red blood. The hands holding the knife were slender like jade, and the wrists were slender and beautiful. The owner of those hands looked frail and thin, but at this moment, a vicious, cold expression appeared on her face.
“Elder sister.” Mu Qiu looked at Song Ci, who had awoken, and was slightly puzzled. “How did you wake up? I clearly put a large amount of knockout powder in your beer. You shouldn’t have woken up.” As she spoke, she twisted the knife in her hand.
Her flesh was being stirred and the excruciating pain was indescribable. Song Ci was sweating profusely from the pain. She clenched the bedsheets and pleaded painfully, “Mu Qiu, can you let me go? Don’t kill me. I don’t want to die!”
Mu Qiu thought about it seriously, before shaking her head vehemently. “No way. You must give me your heart. Otherwise, I will die… I don’t want to die either!” She smiled mischievously and dug out Song Ci’s heart!
Song Ci suddenly sat up straight. She instinctively reached out to touch her own chest but didn’t feel any bloody hole. Her panicky emotions finally stabilized slightly.
Placing her palm on her chest, Song Ci remained still and held her breath. Only when she felt her heart beating rhythmically did Song Ci heave a sigh of relief and recovered her senses.
It turned out to be a dream.
Song Ci was drenched in sweat from the nightmare. Her silk pyjamas were soaked, and even the bedsheets were moist. She touched her hair and realized that it was all wet. Afraid of catching a cold, Song Ci decided to change clothes before drying her hair.
She got off the bed slowly. As soon as she stood up, her legs gave way and she sat down weakly on the floor. She leaned against the bed and waited for her body to recover, before getting up and entering the cloakroom.
She put on another nightdress and was about to take a shower, when she suddenly thought of something and turned to leave the bedroom.
Standing in the corridor on the second floor, Song Ci glanced down at the living room on the first floor.
Where’s Mu Qiu?
There was only a neatly folded bedsheet on the black sofa, but Mu Qiu was nowhere to be seen. Song Ci went downstairs and touched the sofa’s cushion. There was still some warmth left. “Qiu-er?” Song Ci pushed open the toilet door but didn’t see Mu Qiu inside.
Song Ci took out her cell phone and called Mu Qiu.
In the darkness of the night, there were occasional night taxis cruising along the road.
A slender figure was running on the sidewalk. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand as she ran. After more than 10 minutes, Mu Qiu finally stopped beside a dustbin.
She tossed the silver dagger into the dustbin, as if she was throwing a piece of flint. Mu Qiu’s hands were shaking as she looked at the dagger mixed in the litter. Her face was turning pale and her hands were trembling.
At this point, the cell phone in her pocket suddenly rang. On this quiet night, the ringtone sounded piercing and eerie.
Trembling, Mu Qiu took out her cell phone and saw that it was Song Ci calling. She answered the call mechanically and put it to her ear. Song Ci asked on the other end of the line, “Mu Qiu, where did you go so late at night!”
Mu Qiu’s lips moved but she didn’t speak. Song Ci said, “Where are you? I am going to look for you.”
Mu Qiu clenched her fists. “I can’t fall asleep. I’m going home first.”
Song Ci asked, “Go home?”
“Are there taxis on the road?”
“I drove here.”
“Nonsense! How can you drive when you are drunk!” Song Ci’s tone suddenly turned stern. “Stop the car by the side. You can either come back or call a cab.”
“In that case, I’d better call a cab back.” After hanging up the phone, Mu Qiu stood rooted to the ground, tears swimming in her eyes. Finally, Mu Qiu couldn’t bear the fear anymore. She knelt on the ground beside the dustbin, covered her face with her hands, bent over, and cried bitterly.
Mu Qiu’s shoulders were shaking from her cries.
What was I doing just now!
I almost killed my elder sister!
“Young lady.” A clear, cold, and proud male voice rang out behind Mu Qiu, like water in a stream.
Mu Qiu wiped her tears hastily. She knelt on the ground and slowly turned around. She saw a tall, muscular man standing behind her. He was wearing a black suit and black glasses. He looked very handsome and held a wad of tissues in his hand.
A silver-gray sports car was parked beside him.
“Wipe your tears?” The man stretched out his hand with a piece of tissue in front of Mu Qiu.
Mu Qiu took the tissue and said in a sobbing voice, “Thank you.” After wiping her tears, Mu Qiu saw the man reach out his hand. He bent over and said to her, “Do you need my help?”
Only then did Mu Qiu realize that she was still kneeling on the ground. Her face blushed as she placed her overly skinny, fair hand in the man’s palm.
The man helped Mu Qiu up and looked around before saying, “It’s not easy to get a cab nearby. Where are you staying? Let me send you back.”
Mu Qiu wanted to reject him, but hesitated when she saw his handsome face. “Please send me to the entrance of the Amethyst Gated Community.”
“It’s no trouble.”