Help! The yandere's beloved pet wants to escape

In a corner of the airport where no one paid attention, Song Churan lowered the brim of his hat.

He leaned his back against the wall, looking lonely and deserted.

Gu Shiche passed by him holding Jiang Wanqing.

The encounter seemed like fate, but in fact it was a carefully designed plan.

The bag given to Jiang Wanqing that day contained a monitoring device, but she did not throw it away and hid it at home.

So Song Churan was able to find out what had happened recently.

Including their travels to Türkiye.

A dark light flashed in Song Churan's deep eyes.

After the two people walked past, he slowly turned his head and looked at the figure that was gradually moving away.

Song Churan's eyes were filled with hatred.

If it weren't for the fire that year, his mother wouldn't have died, and he wouldn't have been branded as an illegitimate child and be unable to show his face in the Song family.

All these sins must be blamed on Gu Shiche.

Gu Shiche is the real culprit of the fire!

Only when no one is paying attention will Song Churan take off his mask and reveal his true face.

He's just pretending to be a playboy.

He was pretending to love Jiang Wanqing.

Song Churan had long known about Jiang Wanqing's relationship with the Gu family, so he deliberately approached her.

He first put on the persona of a playboy, and then pretended that he was even willing to change his nature for true love.

Song Churan was very confident that he had moved everyone in the school except Jiang Wanqing.

This woman was simply unyielding. He had been pursuing her for two years but still couldn't get her.

Fortunately, before he was about to give up on the clue of Jiang Wanqing, Gu Shiche returned to China.

He also learned about Gu Shiche's biggest weakness.

That is Jiang Wanqing.

Occasionally, flashes of lightning appeared in the sky, and the stars were swallowed up in endless darkness.

All the clues tangled like spider silk have now been woven into a web that hides murderous intentions.

Now is the time to tear open this web.

......

A notification popped up on everyone's phone.

[Your area is about to experience severe thunderstorms, please be careful. ]

But at this moment, no one cared about this news.

The car drove up the road of the colorful town and found the resort hotel built on the top of the mountain.

On the way to the hotel, Jiang Wanqing received a message.

Her expression suddenly changed.

There was a photo in the text message.

It was a bloody bed sheet with a few words scrawled on it: "He's seeking revenge, escape."

Jiang Wanqing's face turned pale, and her white lips trembled uncontrollably.

She knew it all, even if she didn't say it out loud. This was the bed sheet Zhou Yuhe was wearing when she jumped off the building to commit suicide.

There was another sentence at the end of the text message.

[Be careful of the man around you, he is the real murderer of your mother. ]

Jiang Wanqing was in a trance, her face pale, and she couldn't believe what she was saying as she silently repeated those words in her heart.

Her memory went back to that day when Gu Shiche locked her in the car and went to Zhou Yuhe's ward alone. Not long after he came down, Zhou Yuhe jumped off the building and committed suicide.

That day, Gu Shiche went crazy and refused to let her get off the car or see Zhou Yuhe for the last time.

Perhaps it was because of this bed sheet that he was afraid that Jiang Wanqing would see Zhou Yuhe's blood letter.

He might have really forced Zhou Yuhe to death.

Even illness didn't crush Zhou Yuhe. What did Gu Shiche do to make her so determined to commit suicide by jumping off a building?

She couldn't think, she didn't dare to think...

When she thought of this, Jiang Wanqing suddenly felt sweat on the soles of her feet and her limbs began to tremble uncontrollably.

Her heart seemed to be grabbed by someone, pulled out and played with in the palm of her hand.

Pain spread from her chest, and she bit her lips tightly, trying to endure it.

Gu Shiche was sitting next to her and noticed something was wrong with Jiang Wanqing.

"Qingqing, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"

When she heard his voice, her eyes suddenly turned red.

Jiang Wanqing silently turned off the phone screen, turned her head and looked out the window.

On the other side of the sky, there were traces of lightning, illuminating the entire sky in an instant.

"No... I'm fine, just a little cold."

"It's cold at night, wear more clothes."

Gu Shiche took off his coat and put it on Jiang Wanqing.

Jiang Wanqing was feeling anxious, but she knew that now was not the time to close the net.

You can't scare the snake away.

She turned around, forced a smile at Gu Shiche, and leaned lightly on his shoulder.

Gu Shiche curled his lips, put his hands on her shoulders, and held her in his arms.

He put his hand in his trouser pocket and touched the ring.

As soon as they arrived at the hotel, Gu Shiche seemed to want to discuss something with Lu Qi, and Jiang Wanqing stayed in the room alone.

The text message sound rang again.

She looked around nervously and took out her cell phone anxiously.

It was still a text message from that unknown number.

This time there are no pictures, just a paragraph.

If you want to know the real cause of your mother's death, I'll be waiting for you at the Hot Air Balloon Restaurant at noon.

Just as I finished reading it, another text message came.

【Don't tell him he's a demon. 】

This "he" naturally refers to Gu Shiche.

Jiang Wanqing suddenly felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

She held back her vomiting and dialed the unknown number, but all she heard was a rapid beep.

Her number was the latest one that Gu Shiche got, so no one should know it except Gu Shiche.

Is this a test from Gu Shiche?

Jiang Wanqing lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, her face ashen.

She was devastated but couldn't cry. She just stared at the ceiling quietly.

The door clicked open.

The room was pitch black, even the curtains were drawn tightly, not letting in a single ray of light.

Gu Shiche walked gently to the bedside and pushed down.

"Why don't you turn on the light?" He whispered in my ear, like a lover's whisper.

Jiang Wanqing's whole body stiffened, and she subconsciously wanted to push him away and shrink back.

"Hmm?" Gu Shiche looked puzzled and gently pulled her arm. "What's wrong?"

He stretched out his slender arm and turned on the bedside lamp.

Under the warm yellow light, that perfect and impeccable face was right within reach.

She only felt a chill all over her body, and she wondered if it was the cold wind that came in through the window gaps.

"Qingqing, what's wrong with you? You were acting weird in the car."

He lowered his eyes and looked closely at the two people holding hands, then pulled her towards him.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you on the plane?"

"I was wrong, okay? I promise! From now on, I will never touch you without your consent, okay?"

His tone was gentle, trying his best to coax her.

He felt that it must be that bad Gu Shiche who made the baby angry.

Jiang Wanqing forced herself to calm down.

She threw herself into Gu Shiche's arms, buried her head in his chest, and prevented him from seeing her expression.

"Brother Tokito! I had a nightmare. I was so scared!"

"Nightmare?"

"That dream was so real, so real that it scared me."

"What nightmare?"

"I dreamed that my mother jumped down from the upstairs, covered in blood. Then she stood up from the pool of blood and cried, saying that I didn't take good care of her and ran out to play!"

Gu Shiche leaned over, and his arms around her froze.

He hugged Jiang Wanqing tightly, and his cold voice became magnetic.

"Qingqing, nightmares are all fake. Aunt Zhou is receiving treatment in the hospital. Don't worry."

"Really? Is my mom okay in the hospital?"

"It's fine. Believe me, Brother Shiche, she will come to the wedding."

“…” Jiang Wanqing hugged Gu Shiche tightly and buried her head deeper.

He gently stroked Jiang Wanqing's hair over and over again and kissed the top of her head.

In the moment of looking up.

A fleeting cold light flashed in those black eyes.