Help! The yandere's beloved pet wants to escape

At this time, it was raining heavily.

The heavy rain formed a curtain of water on the front windshield, making it impossible to see what was happening inside the car.

Gu Shiche sat in the car and did not rush to get out. Instead, he swiped the screen and turned on the receiver permission of Jiang Wanqing's phone.

He sat in the driver's seat and put on special eavesdropping headphones.

Jiang Wanqing was still sitting at the table, hesitating whether to keep the appointment.

A new text message has been sent.

[I have the surveillance footage of Gu Shiche and Zhou Yuhe in the ward. Don't you want to see it?]

Attached below is a photo, which is a screenshot of the surveillance footage of the two of them alone in the ward on the day Zhou Yuhe committed suicide.

The person who sent the unknown text message knew her very well and could accurately guess what she was thinking.

She felt vaguely uneasy.

Whether it is Gu Shiche’s trick or other mysterious people, their motives are not simple.

If it was Gu Shiche, at most he would use this incident to test whether he had lost his memory.

If it were someone else, they would most likely want to use her to take revenge on Gu Shiche.

After a few seconds, Jiang Wanqing stood up.

She was still concerned about the cause of Zhou Yuhe's death and what happened that day.

If Gu Shiche turned around and asked, she would just say that she went to the bathroom to touch up her makeup.

Jiang Wanqing's gaze became extremely determined, and she slowly walked towards the toilet on the far left of the restaurant.

As soon as she reached the sink, a tall man in black followed her. He was wearing a mask and a baseball cap.

Jiang Wanqing saw the man following her through the mirror out of the corner of her eye.

Before she could react, the man in black grabbed her hand and pulled her into the cleaning room next door.

The door locked with a bang, and she suddenly screamed.

The man quickly covered her mouth.

"It's me." The man turned on the small light in the cleaning room and took off his mask.

Jiang Wanqing's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes widened: "Song...Song Churan?"

It's him!

Why is it him!

Why is he here?

Jiang Wanqing quickly distanced herself from him, keeping a distance of one meter between them.

"Why are you here? Did you follow us?"

Song Churan smiled gently: "Qingqing, since you left that day, I was worried that Gu Shiche would punish you, so I specially asked someone to inquire about your situation."

"After hearing someone say they ran into you and Gu Shiche at the airport, I quickly followed you."

"I'm afraid something might happen to you..."

"Gu Shiche is a devil! An absolute devil! I'm really worried that he might do something bad to you."

Under the dim light, Song Churan's eyes were slightly red, with tears hanging on her eyelashes, and she looked broken and aggrieved.

He reached out and tried to grab her arm.

Jiang Wanqing's face was calm, and she took a few steps back cautiously, with the words "keep away" written on her face.

Seeing her so cautious, Song Churan's hand hanging in the air trembled slightly, and then he clenched his fist.

"Qingqing, are you doubting my intentions?" He pursed his lips and lowered his head, looking a little depressed.

Indeed doubt it.

The fact that he was able to follow us here accurately from the imperial capital was already suspicious.

"Let's get straight to the point. I don't like winding roads."

Jiang Wanqing clasped her hands across her chest and raised her chin slightly.

"There's no need for that acting or anything like that. Do you have a grudge against Gu Shiche?"

Song Churan was about to burst into tears, but when she heard her expose her mask so bluntly, her eyelids twitched.

"Oh?"

He slowly raised his eyes and looked at her coldly, as if he was done pretending.

"Qingqing, he and I do have a grudge, a deep blood feud. Qingqing, are you willing to help me?"

"Qingqing, come with me to seek revenge, okay?"

In the dim light, Song Churan's handsome face looked particularly ghostly, like an angel that had fallen from heaven to hell, with black blood all over his white wings.

Jiang Wanqing held the phone tightly, and couldn't help feeling a little scared when she saw his expression suddenly change.

It seems that there are more than just Gu Shiche who is crazy.

Everyone was crazy about it.

"Qingqing, can you help me?" Song Churan said coldly, "You are the only one in the world who can deal with him."

"You flatter me too much. I'm not that important in Gu Shiche's heart."

Jiang Wanqing frowned, her face calm.

"It's very important, very important, you just don't remember it."

Song Churan smiled and slowly approached her step by step.

"Don't you want to know Gu Shiche's secret? Don't you want to know how Zhou Yuhe died?"

"Don't you want to know who your biological parents are and who killed them? Who made you an orphan?"

"Qingqing, don't you want to know...why you can't remember anything before the age of six?"

Every time he got closer, Jiang Wanqing took a step back until he pushed her against the wall.

The tall shadow pressed down, blocking out most of the dim light above.

His cool fingertips traced her jaw and gently lifted her chin.

"Qingqing, you and I are the same kind. We were both harmed by Gu Shiche."

Song Churan looked at her face, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he couldn't suppress his impulse.

His hand slowly stroked her little face, biting his lip slightly: "It would be great if you and Gu Shiche had nothing to do with each other, maybe we would become true lovers."

Every time he touched her skin, she felt like a poisonous snake crawling on her face, which was extremely disgusting.

"But I don't want to know!" Jiang Wanqing looked at him firmly and slapped his wandering hand away.

"No matter what hatred you have with him, or even a deep blood feud, I don't want to get involved in your affairs! I also don't want to be your tool for revenge against Gu Shiche!"

Song Churan frowned: "Qingqing...If it weren't for Gu Shiche, you would live a carefree life in your original family without having to rely on others."

"He did such a terrible thing to you, and you are indifferent?"

Jiang Wanqing slowly raised her head: "This is none of your business, and it's not a reason for you to use me to take revenge on Gu Shiche."

"Qingqing you..."

Song Churan gritted his teeth and suppressed his anger.

Gu Shiche, who was in the car, listened to her words, leaned back, and smiled silently.

In the cleaning room, Jiang Wanqing pushed Song Churan away and walked quickly towards the door.

Before he had taken two steps, he was pulled back by Song Churan.

His eyes were red, and he was obviously very excited: "Alright! Since you don't listen to my advice after all my nice words, don't blame me for using despicable means!"

"Song Churan! What are you doing!" She suddenly yelled, and the sound was particularly deafening in the small room.

Gu Shiche, who was in the car, suddenly sat up with a frown on his face.

"What are you doing? Do what you should do!" He came forward and pulled the collar of her clothes.

Jiang Wanqing retreated again and again, struggling frantically.

Song Churan's eyelids twitched, and he obviously couldn't bear it anymore. He was so angry that the veins on his neck bulged: "What? Gu Shiche touched you so many times, and now you are pretending to be noble in front of me?!"

"Get out! Song Churan! Are you sick?" Jiang Wanqing kicked his stomach with her leg, and Song Churan was forced to take a few steps back.

He took out a piece of white cloth from his pocket and stared grimly at Jiang Wanqing who was shrinking back.

"You forced me."

Gu Shiche, who was in the car, quickly stood up and ran towards the cleaning room without even taking an umbrella.

But at this moment, no sound could be heard from the headphones left in the driver's seat.

Gu Shiche kicked open the door of the cleaning room with a sudden kick.

There was no one inside.

The two disappeared within a few seconds.

Her phone lay on the floor, the screen flickering.