From school uniform to wedding dress, but I don't want to marry you anymore

At that moment, there was a gentle knock on the ward door.

A respectful voice came from outside the door: "Miss Fan, Mr. Chen is waiting for you in the laboratory."

"understood."

Fan Qianqian reluctantly put down the "tool" in her hand.

She pulled out a wet wipe and carefully wiped her slender fingers while her red lips parted slightly, her voice like the spitting of a viper, "That's enough for today, we'll continue tomorrow."

After saying that, she turned gracefully and left the ward with a "tap tap tap" in her high heels.

The moment the door closed, the desperate and devastating wails of my uncle's family of three echoed behind me.

Hearing this, Fan Qianqian was in a great mood, and even her steps became lighter.

I stepped out of the ward.

She went straight to the laboratory deep inside the hospital.

The place was dimly lit, with only various precision instruments flashing with either eerie green or dark red light.

The air was filled with the chilling smell of formaldehyde and some strange chemical reagent, seeping into your very bones.

In the huge, transparent petri dish, some indescribable tissues were soaking, looming indistinctly.

The entire space was so quiet that only the low hum of the machines could be heard, and it was as eerie as the nest of some kind of alien.

Hearing Fan Qianqian's footsteps, Chen Ziqi, who had been facing away from the door, slowly turned around.

Under the cold light of the instrument, the man's face appeared even paler and more gloomy.

As soon as Fan Qianqian saw him, she couldn't wait to ask, "Did you succeed?"

Chen Ziqi's eyes were filled with complex emotions, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and after a moment of silence, he said in a low voice, "It's a success."

"Great!"

Fan Qianqian clapped her hands and chuckled, feeling that everything had been going incredibly smoothly these past few days.

Surely, it must be my sister protecting me from heaven.

Of course, she will also avenge her sister one by one!

Fan Qianqian said confidently, "According to the plan, the child will have mild symptoms within three days, but they will not be obvious and will just look like ordinary discomfort. After seven days, the symptoms will worsen, but with the current level of medical technology, the root cause will definitely not be found! By the tenth day... the virus will officially break out! At that time, it will be the best time for us to implement the final plan!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Ziqi frowned almost imperceptibly and pressed on, "Are you sure the antidote for that virus is easy to find? And that it won't be fatal, right?"

He used the child only as a bargaining chip to strike at Gu Sili; he never intended to actually take the child's life.

Because that child carries Yun Ning's blood.

He didn't want to see her heartbroken.

Fan Qianqian smiled, exuding an air of complete confidence: "Of course not. Don't worry, the virus we developed in our lab has been calculated with incredibly precise dosage and effects. It will only make him 'sick,' not 'die.'"

"okay, I get it."

Chen Ziqi took a deep breath, completely suppressing the inappropriate emotions in his eyes, and regained his usual seriousness and calmness.

After a moment's thought, he said in a deep voice, "From now on, we must focus entirely on dealing with Gu Sili. We must make use of every pawn around him that we can use."

Chen Ziqi paused, then prompted, "I remember, during the research on the potion for Gu Sili, a female research staff member in the lab was burned in a fire and disfigured. Her boyfriend was Gu Sili's top assistant, right?"

"Yes, I've heard about this too. The female researcher's name is Ge Jing, and her boyfriend's name is Jiang Yu. He is indeed an important person around Gu Sili."

Fan Qianqian narrowed her eyes, thought carefully for a moment, and said thoughtfully, "This suggestion is excellent!"

I will find an opportunity to 'see' her in person as soon as possible.

……

As dusk settled, the pale light seeped into the empty living room, but it couldn't dispel the chill that permeated the space.

The old furniture gleamed with a cold luster, and the air was thick with a stagnant, lifeless atmosphere.

Only a few carefully prepared dishes on the long table in the restaurant were still emitting faint steam, adding a futile touch of warmth to this deathly space.

"Jingjing, dinner's ready. Come out and eat some, okay?"

Wen Peizhen gently knocked on her daughter's bedroom door, her voice so gentle it was as if she was afraid of disturbing something.

In the room, Ge Jing lay motionless on the large bed shrouded in shadow.

That once lively and spirited face is now covered by hideous burn scars.

Hearing her mother's voice, she turned over, buried her face in the pillow, and said in a cold and hoarse voice, "I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat right now, you eat by yourself."

Wen Peizhen, standing outside the door, felt a pang in her heart; the familiar dull pain spread once more.

Along with the physical pain caused by depression, it also began to awaken.

She forced herself to speak, almost pleading, "Mom knows you're upset, but... your body can't take it if you don't eat. Please eat a little something, okay?"

"I told you I want to be alone! Can you just disappear for a bit and leave me alone!"

Ge Jing's voice suddenly rose, filled with impatience and sharpness on the verge of collapse.

Silence fell instantly outside the door.

Sometimes, for ordinary people, it's enough to just process and digest some complaints.

But for people with depression, it's like inserting another dagger into a heart already riddled with holes.

The sadness exploded in my chest and spread to every part of my body.

Looking at the tightly closed door in front of her, which seemed to separate the mother and daughter into two different worlds, a thought began to grow wildly in Wen Peizhen's mind: Yes, she really was a useless mother.

What good is it besides causing trouble and upsetting your daughter?

She's just a burden to me...

Wen Peizhen staggered back two steps, staring blankly at the dining table.

Then, as if she had made up her mind, she silently walked towards her room.

Wen Peizhen took out her bag and carefully put the bottle of sleeping pills she had been saving for a long time inside.

Then, he left home quietly.

The door was gently closed.

It made almost no sound.

Ge Jing, immersed in the pain of disfigurement and self-loathing, silently shed tears, completely unaware of her mother's departure.

Just then, a red sports car smoothly came to a stop downstairs.

Fan Qianqian sat in the driver's seat, her phone displaying messages from Chen Ziqi's subordinates.

According to the address above, Ge Jing does indeed live here.

But this place is so dilapidated!

Ge Jing was injured; is there no compensation?

Even without compensation, Jiang Yu would probably still help her, right?

How did things come to this!

Fan Qianqian felt a little smug, but also secretly felt sorry for Ge Jing.

What's the point of being a good person and working hard?

Isn't it true that good people don't get good rewards?

But it's all for the best. The worse Ge Jing's life gets, the more opportunities Fan Qianqian has to be her savior and win her over.

Thinking of this, Fan Qianqian unbuckled her seatbelt and wanted to get out of the car.

The next second, however, his movements froze.

Because, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure walking past the car, looking lost and dejected.

Is it Aunt Wen?

Ge Jing's mother?