Help! The yandere's beloved pet wants to escape

"Gu Shiche, ah Gu Shiche, you ungrateful guy, you treat your brothers like clothes!"

“They booked the entire amusement park and left me alone in the hotel.

"one person!"

He stretched out a finger angrily and poked Gu Shiche's nose. He didn't stand firmly and almost poked his nostril.

Lu Qi withdrew his hand and continued to be indignant.

"Life as a single dog is already hard, and you personally add some poison to it. Now it's even more bitter and vicious."

"You pissed your wife off and ran away, and I went to get her back. Is this how you treat your benefactor?"

On the way to the airport, Lu Qi kept complaining, his accusations buzzing in Gu Shiche's ears.

Like a bee whose home has been stolen, it chases people and stings their ears.

Gu Shiche frowned slightly and slowly turned his head to look at him.

His eyes were cold and he remained silent.

Seeing that his eyes were not right, Lu Qi stammered and spoke.

"Shit...Isn't that going to bring out your yandere personality?"

"Gu...Gu Shiche?"

Gu Shiche said nothing, looking at him with cold eyes.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

Lu Qi subconsciously covered his neck and took a few steps back.

The 1.80-meter-tall man hid behind the little Jiang Wanqing in a flash.

"That yandere personality is out again! Hurry...hurry and show us the electric shock remote control bracelet."

Jiang Wanqing looked a little embarrassed, but she still raised her arms in front of everyone at the airport like Balala the Fairies were about to transform.

Lu Qi stuck his head out from behind Jiang Wanqing and started speaking passionately on the microphone.

"Sure monkey! Stop being so presumptuous! Your master is here."

"Have you seen this magical instrument? A modern version of the golden hoop."

"If you dare to pinch my neck again, I'll have Master electrocute you."

Jiang Wanqing is now his greatest confidence.

Gu Shiche moved slightly, and Lu Qi was so scared that he quickly retracted his head.

He is so cowardly and still talks big.

Gu Shiche's eyes darkened slightly, and he glared at him.

He gently embraced Jiang Wanqing and interrupted the spell.

Gu Shiche said expressionlessly, "Bajie, stay away from my wife. Your pig's hoof has touched her."

"Which personality are you now? The main personality?"

"Well, it's me."

Lu Qi breathed a sigh of relief, "Ah, you scared me to death. Can you please not pretend to be a dark personality when you are jealous?"

"Otherwise how can I make you shut up?"

Gu Shiche gave him a cold look and fixed his eyes.

A group of people in suits and ties came towards us.

In the center, a man in a dark blue suit walked over respectfully, holding a black urn.

Gu Shiche slowly narrowed his eyes with disgust.

"Song Qingyan?"

Once upon a time, Gu Shiche, Lu Qi, and Song Qingyan were childhood playmates.

No one knew what happened afterwards, but Gu Shiche and Song Qingyan broke up completely.

Over time, Lu Qi gradually distanced himself from Song Qingyan.

In front of him, Song Qingyan was holding a black urn and bowing respectfully to Gu Shiche and others.

"Mr. Gu, I'm glad to finally see you. It's really hard to see you now."

His tone was light and although he sounded polite, there was a hint of contempt in his bones.

Gu Shiche responded calmly.

"Ah."

His dark eyes swept across the urn, on which were printed the words "Song Churan".

"Anyone found?"

I heard that the body recovery team worked non-stop for five days and five nights but still couldn't find Song Churan's body.

Song Churan was an illegitimate child and was a shameful existence in the Song family.

So when he died, no one in the Song family cared, and some even thought it was a good thing for him to die.

Song Qingyan raised his eyes slightly, his face expressionless.

"No, I came back empty-handed."

"But my father said that I must bring something back; the urn cannot be empty."

"so."

Song Qingyan deliberately took a step closer, raised his eyes, and stared at Jiang Wanqing in front of him with a leisurely gaze.

He slowly slid his hand across the lid of the urn and opened it.

When the box was opened, a rotten and fishy smell came out.

When Jiang Wanqing saw what was in the box, she was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat.

"what!"

She screamed, grabbed the corner of Gu Shiche's clothes tightly, and buried her head in his chest.

Inside Song Churan's urn were four dead mice, their stomachs ripped open, their internal organs neatly arranged inside.

Four mice, homophonic to dead mice.

This was the Song family's final insult to Song Churan, and they would not let him go even if he died.

Gu Shiche was angry, hugged her tightly and covered her eyes.

"Song Qingyan! Are you looking for death? Close the door now."

Song Qingyan raised his eyebrows nonchalantly and slowly closed the box.

"I just wanted to show Mr. Gu my brother's urn. I have no other intention."

"If I scared Mr. Gu's wife, I apologize."

Song Qingyan remained calm as he held the urn and bowed ninety degrees to Jiang Wanqing.

"Since my brother's body couldn't be found, my father suggested using something symbolic as a replacement."

"These sewer rats are afraid of the light, they are dirty and rotten, and they don't even know it."

"I think he looks most like... my brother."

His tone was calm and cold.

The death of a person, even his own blood relative, was so cold and ruthless.

Jiang Wanqing finally understood why Song Churan went astray.

After his mother died, Song Churan was ruthlessly thrown into an orphanage and stayed there for three whole years.

No one knows what he went through in the orphanage.

Later, in order to stimulate Song Qingyan, Song Wenyao took Song Churan out of the orphanage.

When Song Churan was born, his mother used her as a tool to help him marry into a wealthy family.

Later, he was used by his father as a tool to stimulate his eldest son.

Perhaps for Song Churan, his happiest time was when his mother was still alive.

The rest of my life will be hell.

So when he learned that Gu Shiche was the culprit of the arson, he felt that it was Gu Shiche who deprived him of his happiness.

Perhaps Song Churan had fantasized about this on countless nights.

If there hadn't been that fire, would his life have been different?

How many people's destinies were changed by that fire buried in memory?

Who has hidden the truth?

Who will unveil the veil of fate?

......

"Let's go, our plane is about to take off."

She was embraced in a generous embrace.

Gu Shiche protected her in front of him, glanced coldly at Song Qingyan, and walked towards the exclusive passage of the private jet.

Song Qingyan maintained his bowing posture.

He didn't stand up until the three figures disappeared at the entrance of the passage.

"Ah."

Song Qingyan threw the urn into someone else's hands with a look of disgust, and took out a disinfectant tissue to wipe his hands.

"Master Song, do you still want to take this urn back to China?"

"Throw it away!" Song Qingyan shouted angrily.

"Why would he even put up a memorial for something so shameful that it can't be seen in public? Having me personally retrieve the body is already the greatest honor for him!"

He glanced coldly at the plane that belonged to the Gu family, his eyes gloomy.

"Gu Shiche, your good days are almost over, why are you still so proud?"

"Tell your men to immediately release negative news in the country as soon as the Gu family's plane takes off."

"Post the video of Gu Shiche going crazy and about to jump off a building overseas online."

"The press release must emphasize that Gu Shiche suffers from a serious mental illness and be sent anonymously to every member of the Gu Corporation's board of directors, instigating his impeachment."

Song Qingyan threw the handkerchief he used to wipe his hands directly to the ground and stepped hard on it.

"Also, Song Churan once kidnapped the woman next to him and took her to a nightclub, and then posted the surveillance footage of her online."

"The title...it's about Gu Shiche marrying a hostess and having an unruly private life."

"Find some revealing photos and replace that woman's face with them. Edit them to make them more realistic. The more outrageous the rumors, the better."

"It takes more than ten hours to fly back to the capital from here. By the time Gu Shiche's plane lands, public opinion will have already exploded."

Song Qingyan sneered.

"The most noble son of the imperial capital? Go to hell."