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

The thrilling tearing scene in the mall, like a horrific mark engraved on his brain, played in Gu Fanxing's mind day and night.

Every time Jiang Xue thought of the dark red flame-shaped birthmark on her lower back, it felt like a hot iron was burning her nerves repeatedly, making it impossible for her to sleep all night.

Ever since those horrific injuries occurred, Gu Fanxing has been awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night countless times.

Originally, she was fully aware that the mastermind behind this might be her cousin Gu Qingyue, the woman she had almost sent to jail some time ago. She might be seeking revenge and hurting her because she couldn't get over it.

However, the unexpected appearance of Jiang Xue's birthmark instantly shattered all speculations and plunged the entire incident into a deeper mystery.

The steam rising from the bathroom blurred the mirror. Gu Fanxing mechanically wiped the water droplets from her face, but her fingers trembled violently and uncontrollably.

The mirror reflected the shallow scar on her collarbone - it was left when she was attacked half a month ago, and it was now rising and falling slightly with her rapid breathing.

She stared at her pale, haggard face in the mirror, and thoughts flooded her mind.

Gu Fanxing couldn't figure it out. If Jiang Xue was really the vicious Nightingale, why? What was the reason that made her turn against him in such a short time?

The phone vibrated on the sink, and Pei Luonan's message interface glowed coldly: "Don't think too much, go to bed early."

She stared at the jumping cursor on the screen, and a bitter taste of rust rose in her throat.

How could she not think about it? Because of her, Ling Jiuer was innocently injured; the nail salon employee was still lying in the intensive care unit of the hospital, unconscious; and those terrifying nights when she was attacked, if Pei Luonan had not appeared in time to save her, she... All of this was like a nightmare that haunted her.

Heavy rain was pouring outside the window. Raindrops hit the glass crazily, making a dense drumbeat sound, which mixed with her violent heartbeat, making her feel more and more suffocated.

The night was as thick as ink. Gu Fanxing curled up in the corner of the bay window, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the edge of the curtains.

The neon lights from the street below shone through the gauze curtains, casting fragmented spots of light on the floor, like mottled bloodstains at a crime scene.

Suddenly, the phone screen lit up strangely. A text message from an unfamiliar number flashed with a glaring red light: "Your new love is so handsome, but he's missing an arm and a leg. Dear Miss Gu, don't you think it's a pity?"

The accompanying picture shows the backs of the two of them when she was discussing something with Pei Luonan this morning. The shooting angle was obviously from the rooftop of the opposite building.

She suddenly opened the curtains and saw only the swaying street lights in the rainy night and a dark figure looming in the distance. A chill ran down her spine and throughout her body.

The next morning, sunlight poured into the room like crushed gold foil, but it couldn't warm Gu Fanxing's cold fingertips.

She stared at the screen of her mobile phone. The time showed 08:27 - seventeen minutes had passed since Pei Luonan promised to reply.

Every second of waiting seemed so long, as if time was stretched out, and her heart was beating wildly in her chest.

Suddenly, a ringtone ripped through the stagnant air, and Pei Luonan's voice, wrapped in the hum of electricity, came through: "I've found some clues. Jiang Xue has been in and out of the abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city several times over the past month, each time at two in the morning, driving a black SUV with a fake license plate. The area is a mixed bag, surrounded by weeds and rusty barbed wire. The factory gates are always closed, and only in the dead of night do eerie lights shine through the dilapidated windows."

Gu Fanxing dug her nails into her palms, almost drawing blood. "What's the connection to Black Crow?"

"The hidden cameras outside the factory captured their transaction." Pei Luonan paused. The sound of keyboard tapping could be heard in the background, and each keystroke seemed to strike Gu Fanxing's heart. "In the early morning of last Wednesday, the surveillance footage showed Jiang Xue wearing a baseball cap and a mask, handing a black password box to Black Crow.

The scene at that time was very strange. It was pitch black all around, with only the faint moonlight shining on them. Jiang Xue's figure looked particularly eerie in the moonlight.

Gu Fanxing felt a stomach cramp and had to hold on to the windowsill to barely stand.

"Where's the transfer record?" Her voice was so hoarse that even she was unfamiliar with it.

"We're cracking Jiang Xue's overseas accounts." Pei Luonan suddenly raised his voice, "Wait! The technical department just sent a message saying that three of her offshore accounts have transferred money to Black Crow's virtual wallet five times in the past two weeks, totaling 5 million.

The most recent transaction of 50 occurred 48 hours before the attack on the nail salon employee. The note column read—” His voice stopped abruptly, as if something was choking his throat.

"What's written?" Gu Fanxing asked impatiently, his voice full of anxiety and fear.

"Nightingale's Kiss." Pei Luonan said word by word.

Gu Fanxing's temples were throbbing, and Jiang Xue's hands with pearly white nail polish appeared in front of him. She was elegantly raising a champagne glass with a meaningful smile on her lips.

And now, that hand has become a murder weapon, which makes her shudder.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps were heard in the office, and Lu Chenzhou rushed in holding a tablet computer, his face pale and his breathing rapid.

"Boss Pei! Jiang Xue's car GPS shows she's moving around the third underground floor of the abandoned factory! The signal from the third underground floor is blocked, so we can't get the details. Also, the hospital has news that the nail salon employee's vital signs have suddenly deteriorated!"

"Notify the police and prepare for a raid!" Pei Luonan immediately grabbed his suit jacket, his tie hanging askew around his neck, his eyes full of vigilance and tension.

"Fanxing, you stay..."

His voice was interrupted by the sudden ringing of Gu Fanxing's cell phone.

Gu Fanxing looked at the caller ID - it was Jiang Xue's private number.

Her hand trembled uncontrollably as she pressed the answer button. A voice-changed laugh echoed through the electrical noise: "Did you find anything interesting, dear? That manicurist who saw my true face won't be able to hold on for much longer."

The laughter was sharp and piercing, like the mockery coming from hell.

Before she could speak, there was a dull thud of something heavy falling to the ground from the other end of the phone, followed by Pei Luonan's angry roar: "Let her go!" The voice was full of anxiety and anger, which made Gu Fanxing's heart suddenly tighten.

"It's time for the game to enter the next stage." The other party's voice was filled with morbid joy, and every word was like a knife, piercing Gu Fanxing's heart.

“In thirty minutes, if you still want to see Pei Luonan and the manicurist alive, come to the Rose Church alone.

Remember, don't play tricks—I'm watching every step you take."

After saying that, the phone was hung up mercilessly.

The moment the phone was hung up, Gu Fanxing felt that the whole world was spinning and everything in front of her was blurry.

She grabbed her coat and rushed out the door. The sensor lights in the corridor flickered, casting distorted shadows on the walls, like demons with bared fangs and claws.

As the elevator descended, the mirror reflected her pale face, which overlapped with Gu Qingyue's face in her memory, making her shudder.

The spire of the Rose Church is looming in the rain, eerie and mysterious.

The church door was ajar, and the unique musty smell of rotten wood mixed with a faint smell of blood hit her in the face, making her feel nauseous.

She pushed open the creaking wooden door, and the sound echoed in the empty church, seeming particularly eerie.

In the dim candlelight, Pei Luonan was chained to the cross in the confessional, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained firm.

Jiang Xue wore a nightingale mask and played with a dagger that was flashing with cold light. The blade shone coldly under the candlelight. On the projector next to her, a real-time image of a nail salon employee lying weakly on the hospital bed was played.

"Welcome to the final chapter, my former sister-in-law." Jiang Xue's voice returned to its original tone, "Let me tell you what the real truth is..."

Her voice was creepy, as if foreshadowing a horrific death to come.