[GB] Boss Ruan, your husband doesn't want you anymore.

Inside the warehouse of the villa.

A huge bed was placed in the middle of the room, covered with a thick carpet.

One entire wall was covered with all sorts of strange and unusual things.

A black eye mask covered most of his face, but his shirt was still on.

His lower body was completely naked, and he moved restlessly, trying to break free.

The feeling, which he had never experienced before, made him struggle uncomfortably.

Something cold hit his forehead.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "Who?"

No one answered him.

The object fell above his head, and he struggled to reach it, finally managing to touch it.

It is a key.

He tried to unlock the chains on his hands, and they clicked open. He then removed the blindfold from his eyes.

Without the blindfold to conceal it, Ruan Ming's abnormally flushed face was completely exposed.

Ruan Minh opened his eyes and looked around. No matter how many times he looked, he was always shocked by the scene.

Who is helping him?

The discomfort interrupted his train of thought and made him hum aloud.

He picked up the trousers from the ground; they looked tattered but were still wearable. Ruan Ming rubbed his aching temples.

Even after he walked out of the little house with trepidation, he still couldn't calm down.

This house was a gift from Ruan Qingyu when she first came to the Ruan family.

He had given her all his possessions, but it turned into a place where he was imprisoned.

The first time he saw Ruan Qingyu, he was attracted by her slender and delicate figure.

This made him feel pity for Ruan Qingyu.

It filled him with a protective instinct.

It's all an illusion; he's a demon.

Ruan Ming gritted his teeth, feeling extremely uncomfortable. He absolutely couldn't let anyone know that he had been played by his own sister.

He let out a heavy sigh and walked outside, trying to get away from this woman.

Before he could even take a step out, a boy screamed.

Ruan Ming's body reacted first, and he ran quickly toward the direction of the scream.

The sound was coming from Ruan Qingyu's bedroom, and Ruan Ming simply kicked the door open.

Seeing the scene inside made his legs go weak, and a constant, intense pain swept through his entire body from his chest.

Lin Jiang, his face filled with fear, held a bloodstained dagger and pointed it at Ruan Qian'an. Ruan Qingyu was stabbed in the chest and collapsed limply into a pool of blood, lifeless.

Ruan Ming trembled as he tried to pick up Ruan Qingyu from the ground, but was stopped by Ruan Qian'an, who had a cold expression on his face.

Ruan Ming glared at the person who was stopping him and roared, "Get out of my way!"

Frustrated, Ruan Qian'an scratched her hair, opened the window, and threw Ruan Ming out.

The bushes cushioned the fall, preventing Ruan Ming from taking such a hard fall.

Lin Jiang, his hand trembling, held up the knife: "You madman! You're a madman!"

Ruan Qian'an smiled and said, "If you call me crazy, aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

Lin Jiang: "You are a complete madman."

"Why did you do this?" Lin Jiang asked, his voice trembling slightly and his eyes red.

He had always held Ruan Qian'an in high esteem. From their first encounter, he knew that her strength made him unable to resist submitting to her.

She made him face death directly. At that moment, the knife plunged into his chest without hesitation. He thought it was over, but it was only a hair's breadth away from killing him. If it had gone any deeper, he would have certainly died. The feeling of his heart stopping and Ruan Qian'an's control over the human body made him admire the woman in front of him.

But at this moment, she was like a person without feelings, and she didn't hesitate at all to kill her sister.

Lin Jiang was left with only fear of her.

Ruan Qian'an showed no anger at being called a madwoman; in fact, her smile grew wider: "Thank you for your praise."

Unbeknownst to Lin Jiang, Ruan Qian'an appeared before him. Lin Jiang saw a double image of Ruan Qian'an, and the knife he was holding fell to the ground. Then he lost consciousness.

Ruan Qian'an covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and held a small porcelain bottle in her other hand: "It's quite effective."

When Lin Jiang appeared in front of her, Ruan Qian'an was not surprised at all. She already knew what Ruan Qingyu and Lin Jiang had been plotting. She had to admit that her sister had a knack for manipulating people.

When Ruan Qian'an knocked Ruan Qingyu unconscious, she signaled to the people hiding in the shadows to let Lin Jiang in.

Then Ruan Qian'an held Ruan Qingyu in his arms and took her to a clean place.

That is, Ruan Qingyu's room.

Ruan Qingyu's room was clean and tidy, and there was no dust on the bed. It seemed that she often stayed here. Ruan Qian'an put Ruan Qingyu on the bed.

Ruan Qian'an held Ruan Qingyu in her arms and fell into a deep sleep. Specks of blue light slowly fell from Ruan Qian'an onto Ruan Qingyu.

Ruan Qingyu, who was unconscious, felt her body become light instantly, as if the irrationality that had been entangled with her was leaving her.

In her half-awake state, Ruan Qingyu recalled the reason for her madness.

The truth was different from what she shouted. When Ruan Ming gave her warmth for the first time, strange feelings had already arisen in her heart.

She kept weaving a trap for Ruan Ming called Ruan Qingyu, making him intoxicated by it.

He wanted to be with him and let him fall into depravity, but his own brother was unwilling to take that step from beginning to end.

She even tried to provoke him by using Lin Jiang for fun, but things went wrong. She provoked him to run away, marking the first time Ruan Qingyu's trap failed.

Feeling uneasy, she finally snapped when she saw her brother, dressed in a sharp suit, going to see another woman.

She lost her mind; she felt that her brother was impure, a thought that drove her mad and almost caused her to strangle her brother and destroy that woman.

She treated Ruan Ming in the most extreme way, and then pleaded for help from Ruan Qian'an in the most extreme way!

In her irrationality, she actually used that method to ask for help.

Fortunately, my older sister came and solved everything.

Ruan Qingyu woke up in Ruan Qian'an's arms, and then Ruan Qian'an opened his eyes as well.

"elder sister."

Ruan Qian'an patted her head reassuringly and said, "I know, I know everything."

"I'll help you."

Ruan Qian'an climbed up to Ruan Qingyu from behind, like a cold, venomous snake.

She hugged Ruan Qingyu from behind and placed a dagger in Ruan Qingyu's hand.

Then, holding her hand that held the dagger, he moved closer to Ruan Qingyu's heart.

Ruan Qingyu smiled through her tears, her body stiff. Although she felt a sense of release, she could not face death with equanimity.

Her hands trembled, and she struggled too slowly, but she couldn't budge Ruan Qian'an's grip an inch. Cold sweat poured down her face, and she dared not make a move.

Finally, Ruan Qingyu said with trembling lips, "No, I'm scared."

The only response she received was the sound of a dagger piercing flesh.

The dagger plunged into Ruan Qingyu's chest.

Ruan Qian'an said in a particularly seductive voice, "Little sister, go to sleep."

Ruan Qian'an released Ruan Qingyu from her restraints, and Ruan Qingyu's body slowly collapsed onto the bed.

Ruan Qingyu closed her eyes peacefully, seemingly without feeling any pain.

Ruan Qian'an got up from the bed, casually threw the knife on the ground, and wiped her hands with a handkerchief.

Then Lin Jiang burst in, staring in disbelief at the scene before him. Trembling, Lin Jiang walked toward Ruan Qingyu.

"Why did you do this! Didn't you say she was your sister?!"

"No, she won't die. I didn't die when you stabbed me in the chest, so she won't die either, right?"

Ruan Qian'an looked indifferently at the person who was on the verge of collapse.

Seeing the expressionless face, Lin Jiang could only pick up Ruan Qingyu and walk outside, intending to take her to the hospital, but Ruan Qian'an stopped him.

Lin Jiang was furious. He picked up a knife from the side and charged at Ruan Qian'an, only to be kicked away.

Lin Jiang screamed in agony.

A moment later, the door was kicked open, and Ruan Ming appeared inside.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

As Ruan Qian'an walked out of the small villa, he happened to see Ruan Ming, who had been thrown behind but had circled back in a disheveled state.

Ruan Ming ran frantically toward the mansion.

Ruan Qian'an smiled, and then with a loud bang, the mansion burst into flames as if it were thin paper.

Huge sparks shone on Ruan Qian'an, who had her back to the burning house. In the firelight, her expression was obscured, making her look like a demon crawling out of hell.

Ruan Ming saw the burning house and ran towards it recklessly, but was stopped by a person dressed in black.

Ruan Ming knelt on the ground, tears and snot streaming down his face, and he pounded the ground, crying out in anguish.

Hearing the sobbing, Ruan Qian'an turned her head to look at the burning house. As the shadows faded, a faint smile appeared on Ruan Qian'an's lips.

The raging flames completely destroyed everything.

"I am willing to be put in a life-or-death situation to survive."