Abstinence Pei, don't be too sweet when chasing your wife

The autumn rain was drizzling. A woman wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a mask stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the rain-washed streets outside the window, her nails digging deep into her palms.

The trap set by Gu Fanxing eventually led to the destruction of her family. This shame was like a thorn that pierced deeply into her heart.

At this moment, she stared at the message she had just received on her mobile phone screen, and a sinister smile finally appeared on the corner of her mouth - the opportunity had finally come.

"Gu Fanxing and Ling Jiuer are going to Yunqi Mountain on the outskirts of the city to enjoy the autumn tomorrow, and will stay overnight in a B&B on the top of the mountain." The message was short but every word was as sharp as a knife. She read it over and over again, and a hint of ruthlessness and determination flashed in her eyes.

She turned and walked to the dressing table, and took out an exquisite little box from the deep of the drawer. Inside the box were several photos. The picture of Gu Fanxing smiling like a flower in the photos stung her eyes.

"Why do you live such a comfortable life? This time, I will make you disgraced and live a life worse than death." Gu Qingyue murmured to herself, her fingertips lightly stroking Gu Fanxing's face in the photo.

She took out her cell phone and dialed a number using a voice-changing device: "Hello, is this the paparazzi Brother Zhang? I have some big news I want to talk to you about..." A hoarse laugh came from the other end of the line, and the two quickly reached a deal.

The next morning, Gu Fanxing and Ling Jiuer drove to Yunqi Mountain as scheduled.

The maple leaves in the mountains are as red as fire, layer upon layer, like a gorgeous painting.

Gu Fanxing rolled down the car window, feeling the fresh mountain air, and felt particularly relaxed.

Ling Jiuer looked at her happy expression and the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously.

In October, Yunqi Mountain is immersed in a drizzling mist, like a crumpled oil painting.

Gu Fanxing gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles tapping a brisk rhythm on the leather. Ling Jiuer, in the passenger seat, was leaning her SLR camera out the window. The sound of shutter clicks mingled with the chirping of mountain birds. "The weather forecast says it'll clear up this afternoon, perfect for capturing the golden maple leaves. It's a pity Fei'er can't come with us because she has training."

Gradually, Yunqi Mountain seemed to be soaked in thick ink. The lead-gray clouds made it hard to breathe, and the humid mist wrapped in the fishy smell of rotten leaves blew in the face.

Gu Fanxing's hands were covered in cold sweat as he gripped the steering wheel, and his knuckles left deep indentations on the leather.

In the rearview mirror, a black SUV, like a dormant beast, slowly followed behind. Its license plate was covered in mud, with only the scarlet "999" glimpsed faintly, appearing only as the car jolted along. In the passenger seat, Ling Jiuer suddenly grabbed her wrist, her voice trembling with a subtle tremor. "Fanxing, that car has been following us for a long time."

The car turned a sharp corner, and the wipers could not dispel the rain in front of us even if they swung hard.

At that moment, a glaring flash of pink caught his eye—around a bend, a girl in a pink tutu huddled in a gutter, the winding trail of blood from her calves mixed with rainwater. The scene was horrifying. Gu Fanxing reflexively slammed on the brakes, the tires rubbing against the slippery road with a piercing squeal that was particularly abrupt in the silent forest.

She suddenly stopped unbuckling her seatbelt and stared at the girl's feet - the brand new satin dancing shoes were spotless, even the bow on the toe of the shoe still maintained its perfect shape, and the crystal hairpin in her hair reflected tiny light in the rain.

"The shape of her wound is wrong." Ling Jiuer suddenly spoke, her voice frighteningly calm.

She raised her camera, and in the lens, fake plasma was flowing down the girl's deliberately straight calves in an unnatural straight line, which was blurred by the rain to form a strange boundary.

Before Gu Fanxing could respond, a dazzling flash of light suddenly lit up in the woods. Several people wearing fisherman's hats swarmed out like ghosts emerging from the ground, holding cameras and microphones, with their lenses aimed at them like black holes.

The bearded man in the lead approached, microphone in hand, a malicious smile on his face. "Ms. Gu, facing the injured girl's cries for help, you chose to turn a blind eye? Is this how a daughter of a wealthy family behaves?"

At the back of the crowd, a girl suddenly cried out miserably, "Sister, save me..." Her voice was as sharp as nails scraping against glass. The maple leaf fragments stuck to her knees fell to the ground, making a sharp sound against the muddy ground around her.

Gu Fanxing was about to explain when Ling Jiuer turned the camera screen to the lens: "Twenty minutes ago, this black SUV stopped at the fork in the mountain road, and someone took out a makeup box and fake plasma props. This was a malicious staged photo!" Her voice was swallowed by the howling wind and rain.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out in the crowd, and someone raised their phone: "It's all over the Internet! Gu Fanxing watched someone die without helping!"

Hot search terms were refreshed frantically in the live broadcast screen, and the comment area was instantly flooded with curses such as "cold-blooded and vicious".

The mountain breeze blew up Gu Fanxing's long hair. "Everyone, this is a false accusation!"

Her excuses were crushed by the sound of shutter clicks.

The strong men suddenly approached, someone grabbed Ling Jiuer's camera strap, and the memory card was pulled out roughly.

Gu Fanxing rushed over to stop him, but was pushed hard to the ground. The back of his head hit the car door, and countless golden stars suddenly exploded in front of his eyes.

In the severe pain, she heard Ling Jiuer's scream.

Turning around, he saw two men cornering Ling Jiuer against a tree. One of them raised an iron rod, the cold gleam of metal flashing through the rain. Gu Fanxing picked up a rock and threw it at him, but the other man grabbed his hair, sending a tearing pain through his scalp.

"Want to resist?" The man sneered, his hot breath carrying a strong smell of cigarette smoke. "None of you will be able to leave today!"

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the live broadcast on the mobile phone began to blur.

Gu Fanxing looked at the crazy rising curses in the camera, and suddenly remembered the anonymous text message he received this morning: "Be careful of Yunqi Mountain on the ninth day of the ninth month."

Ling Jiuer's ginkgo leaf pendant flew off in the melee, the blood-stained leaves swirling in the mud, carried farther and farther by the rain. Just when she thought everything was getting out of control, a familiar voice suddenly rang out from the distance: "Fanxing! Ling Jiuer!"

Du Fei rushed out from the rain with a backpack on his back and a hiking stick in his hand.

As a member of the Yunqi Mountain hiking group, his jacket was soaked with rain at this moment, and his eyes were full of anxiety: "I just led the team down the mountain when I heard the noise!"

Without waiting for Gu Fanxing to speak, Du Fei quickly observed the situation.

Seeing Ling Jiuer collapsed on the ground, he immediately put down his backpack and took out a bandage from the first aid kit.

"The wound is deep. The bleeding must be stopped immediately."

As he spoke, he skillfully tied a pressure knot on Ling Jiuer's upper arm, and took off his coat to put it under her.

Those strong men who originally wanted to fight back saw the sudden help and got into the black SUV cursing.

Du Fei looked at the unconscious Ling Jiuer, and in a hurry he carried her on his back and ran down the mountain path, stepping deep and shallow in the mud.

"Hold on, Jiuer!"

Gu Fanxing followed closely behind, her vision blurred by the rain mixed with tears.

The moment she turned her head, the pearly white figure had disappeared.

A few minutes later, an ambulance appeared in front of them. The medical staff lifted Ling Jiuer into the car, inserted various medical equipment and tubes, and then the car drove quickly to the hospital.

The ambulance's dome light spun wildly in the rain, the sirens tore through the humid air, and the tires splashed half a meter of water as they rolled over the accumulated water.

Gu Fanxing tightly grasped Ling Jiuer's hand. The temperature from her fingertips was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye. The bloodstains on her white shirt had turned from bright red to dark red, like a gradually withering rose, swaying on the stretcher.

"Jiu'er, hold on, we'll be at the hospital in five minutes!"

Gu Fanxing screamed heart-wrenchingly in a trembling voice.

The stretcher shook violently with the bumps, and Ling Jiuer's blood-stained hair brushed across the back of her hand, like a rusty knife cutting into her heart.

She could clearly see the blood mixed with mud, slowly spreading along the texture of the clothes, reminding her of how quickly life slipped away with every second.