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

The rain was pouring down, and the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Gu Group's top-floor office were blurred by the rain, and the neon lights were blurred into a chaos in the rain.

A woman clutched her diamond-encrusted cell phone tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, and her pearly white nails dug deep into the leather seat armrest, leaving four crescent-shaped indentations.

The message was clearly displayed on the mobile phone screen: The two thugs' action against Gu Fanxing in the hospital failed and was disrupted by Du Fei.

The damp air was filled with oppressive energy, and the subtle hum of the central air conditioning couldn't mask the rage boiling in Gu Qingyue's chest. This diamond-studded phone was the limited edition she had personally selected at last year's product launch, but now it felt like a hot potato, burning her fingertips.

"Waste! All waste!" She slammed her phone against the wall. The tempered glass cracked like a spider web, casting strange light and shadows on the dark-patterned wallpaper.

On the mahogany desk, she swept down the award-winning photo of Gu Fanxing and Ling Jiuer taken at Yunqi Mountain three months ago. The glass frame fell to the ground and exploded into star-shaped fragments. The sharp edges pierced her silk pajamas, and blood slowly seeped out and seeped into the expensive Persian carpet.

The carpet was specially ordered by her from Iran, but now it was stained with blood, as if silently mocking her embarrassment.

In the floor-length mirror, she saw her distorted reflection: her carefully styled curly hair was messily stuck to her forehead, one of her pearl earrings had fallen out at some point, and there were red scratches on her earlobe.

"Gu Fanxing, you won't be so lucky next time."

She grabbed the crystal glass on the table and smashed it against the mirror.

The mirror shattered with a sound, breaking into countless afterimages with twisted and hideous grins.

The moment the cup slipped out of her hand, she seemed to see Gu Fanxing's smug and arrogant smile, and in every piece of broken mirror, she was laughing at herself.

Her breathing became more and more rapid, her chest heaved violently, and her nails dug deep into her palms, trying to use the pain to suppress the madness in her heart.

"It's just one step away..." She squatted down, her fingertips trembling as she brushed across Gu Fanxing's brilliant smile on the fragments of the photo frame, and suddenly she let out a nervous chuckle.

The laughter grew louder and louder, echoing in the empty office and startling the night owl that was taking shelter from the rain on the windowsill.

The scene of posting the bounty on the hacker forum half a month ago, the caution when forging the chat records last week, and the carefully set trap on Yunqi Mountain this morning, every detail was carefully calculated, but all was messed up by Du Fei.

Memories came flooding back like a tide, and every carefully planned moment became a sharp blade that pierced her at this moment.

She remembered herself wearing a hood, registering a secondary account in a dim internet cafe, and communicating with the hacker cautiously, fearing to leave any clues.

I remember myself in the study late at night, repeatedly modifying the chat history, and giving a sinister smile to the computer screen.

Thinking of myself standing on the cliff of Yunqi Mountain and imagining the scene of Gu Fanxing being injured, a sense of pleasure surged in my heart.

But now, all this has come to nothing.

A shrill cell phone ringtone suddenly rang, and the caller ID showed that it was one of the gangsters.

She practically pressed the phone to her ear and yelled, "You idiot, you still have the nerve to call me?"

"It's really not our fault!" A tearful voice came from the receiver. "That woman was wearing a GPS locator! We had just dragged her into the underground distribution room when Du Fei rushed in like a mad dog! If he hadn't run fast..."

"Shut up!"

The angry woman grabbed the brass table lamp and smashed it hard against the bookcase. The glass door exploded and expensive red wine bottles fell, exploding dark red flowers on the ground.

The red wine spread along the lines of the carpet like a bloody river, flowing freely with her anger and unwillingness.

"I paid a lot of money to hire you guys, and you're just eating for free? You can't even handle a woman, and you still have the nerve to make excuses?"

Another gangster's voice suddenly came from the hands-free: "That Du Fei is obviously well prepared! His backpack is full of professional tools..."

"Ready?" The woman's laughter was icy cold, and she kicked over the large chair in front of her.

Amidst the clatter of sandalwood furniture, she gritted her teeth and said, "You two couldn't even track me, and now you're trying to pass the buck? Do you believe I'll make sure you're confined to a wheelchair for the rest of your lives?"

“Give us another chance and we promise to complete the task and not let you down.”

"Get out! Get out of my sight right now!"

The woman roared into the phone, her nails digging deep into the wound on her palm, and blood dripped through her fingers onto the Persian carpet.

The moment she hung up the phone, she smashed it against the fish tank. Several koi fish ran around in panic in the splash of water as the glass shattered.

The water splashed on her face, and the cool touch made her slightly sober.

Looking at the chaotic koi in the fish tank, she suddenly remembered the time when she and Gu Fanxing were feeding fish by the pond. At that time, Gu Fanxing was innocent and obedient to her, always scattering fish food everywhere and smiling so happily.

But now, everything has changed. Hatred and ruthlessness have long devoured her kindness.

"Ding—" the new message notification sound rang.

The woman stumbled towards the mess on the ground and rummaged for a spare phone.

The moment the screen lit up, her pupils suddenly contracted - it was a message from a hacker, with a secretly filmed video attached.

In the video, Ling Jiuer's hospital room was bathed in warm yellow light. Du Fei, wearing white gloves, carefully placed a broken pearly white nail fragment in an evidence bag. Gu Fanxing leaned over and stared at a tablet computer, a close-up of the nail art on the screen shimmering with a cold light. In the video, Du Fei suddenly turned to look at a blind spot in the surveillance camera, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's, as if they could penetrate the camera lens and pierce her heart.

She could feel her heart skip a beat, and a chill ran from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

The pearly white manicure was designed by her, but now it became fatal evidence.

She seemed to see herself being taken away by the police. The media's flash lights exposed her embarrassment, while Gu Fanxing stood aside with a victorious smile.

“Bitch!”

She grabbed everything she could smash and vented her anger. The crystal ashtray shattered the bulletproof glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, leaving spider-web-like cracks.

The heavy rain, accompanied by a cold wind, poured into the office, rustling the scattered documents on the floor. One of the photos was soaked by the rain - in the photo, Gu Fanxing and Ling Jiuer were smiling brightly in the sunshine of Yunqi Mountain, but now she stepped hard into the mud.

The rain hit her face, mixed with her tears, and blurred her vision.

She frantically tore at everything around her, as if this could erase her crimes.

She tore the documents on the desk into pieces, which flew all over the place; she pulled down the decorative paintings on the wall and threw them on the ground; even the priceless crystal chandelier was shaken by her smashing it with a chair.

When the only sound in the office was the howling wind, she slumped down in the mess on the floor, staring at her phone.

The hacker sent another message: "The other party is testing the ingredients of the nail polish. It is recommended to dispose of all related items immediately."

She gritted her teeth, pulled off the other pearl earring, and threw it hard on the ground.

The earrings rolled into the pile of broken glass, reflecting a tiny and dangerous light.

Outside the window, thunder roared, illuminating the madness twisted into her face.

She grabbed the pen and scribbled frantically on the forged "confession", completely covering the three words "Gu Fanxing" with ink.

As the last lightning flashed across the sky, she tore off the remaining mirror fragments from the wall, held them against her wrist, and smiled grimly: "Since you want to play, let's see who falls into hell first."

The sharp mirror fragments scratched her skin, causing her to sting, but she felt no pain.

Her empty and crazy eyes had long lost their soul.

On this stormy night, she completely lost herself, sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss of hatred and desire. What awaits her is endless darkness and destruction.