Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

On the large, soft bed, Hu Fanghai lay with his eyes closed, breathing heavily, greasy sweat clinging to his fat body.

Zeng Shiyao hugged him tenderly from behind, "Darling, shall I have a baby for you?"

The man, who had just been calling her "baby" repeatedly, suddenly changed his expression, his fleshy face wrinkling up. "How many times have I told you, I don't want children. Bringing this up is such a downer."

Zeng Shiyao responded timidly, promising that she would not bring it up again.

She just couldn't understand why Hu Fanghai didn't want a son, or why he didn't want the son she gave birth to.

In fact, there are many things she doesn't understand, and there is something more lasting and reliable than love and beauty.

--Benefit.

Hu Fanghai's wife comes from a wealthy family and married him when he was young and just starting his business.

Hu Fanghai's company has grown to its current size largely thanks to the support of his father-in-law's family.

To appease his parents-in-law, a significant portion of the company's shares were also transferred to his wife's name. For this reason, Hu Fanghai would never divorce her.

After the divorce and the division of assets, he might not even be able to keep his position as chairman of the company, not to mention how his in-laws would retaliate if they found out that he divorced to make his mistress his legal wife.

He had thought it through clearly. He was just looking for women to have fun, not to find true love. As long as it didn't go too far, his wife would turn a blind eye.

But Zeng Shiyao couldn't understand this. She naively believed that as long as she had a son, she would be Hu Fanghai's legal wife.

-----

After a routine physical examination, Zeng Shiyao took the report to Hu Fanghai.

Zeng Shiyao cradled her slightly protruding belly, smiling shyly yet with delight, "Honey, I'm pregnant with your son."

A look of surprise flashed across Hu Fanghai's face, followed by barely suppressed joy. "Are you telling the truth? I have a son?"

Zeng Shiyao nodded shyly and handed the report to him. "I asked a doctor friend to check it. It's a boy."

Hu Fanghai was overjoyed. "Good, good, good! I'll divorce my wife and marry you. Let our son be the heir of the Hu family."

Having achieved her goal too easily, Zeng Shiyao was a little lightheaded by the good news. After being coaxed by Hu Fanghai for a few words, she went to bed early.

"Go to bed early and don't stay up late; it's bad for the baby."

Zeng Shiyao's face was filled with a dizzying happiness, and she did as he said in a daze.

But as soon as the study door closed, Hu Fanghai's expression changed instantly. His fat body trembled with rage, and he looked as if he was about to rush out, grab a knife, and stab the man through the neck.

It took Hu Fanghai a long time to calm down a bit. He took a picture of the ultrasound and sent it to someone, and received a reply in less than five minutes.

It's a girl.

Hu Fanghai turned off his phone screen and grinned.

Foolish woman, do you think you can control me just because you have a child?

Even if she is carrying a boy, it will only take some time to deal with her after the child is born.

But since she's a girl, there's no need for that.

Hu Fanghai took his phone out of the safe, manually entered a number and dialed it. A hoarse and unpleasant male voice came from the other end of the line.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Mr. Hu?"

"Help me with my personal matters. I'll send you the photos later. The payment will be the same as always." After saying that, Hu Fanghai added, still not entirely convinced, "Make sure you do it cleanly."

The man opposite him chuckled hoarsely twice. "You can trust me to handle things."

Hu Fanghai hung up the phone, found the photo of Zeng Shiyao that Weiwei had sent in her chat box, and sent it to the man from earlier.

-----

It rained heavily on the night of the Ghost Festival. The raindrops pattered incessantly on the branches and leaves, washing away the soil beneath the trees and erasing all traces.

It was the perfect weather for murder and body disposal.

Zeng Shiyao's frail body trembled incessantly in the howling wind and rain, her neatly styled bangs sticking wetly to her cheeks.

After a period of silence, Zeng Shiyao suddenly opened her eyes and sneezed several times.

"woke up?"

Zeng Shiyao looked up in disbelief. Hu Fanghai's usually tender and affectionate face was now more ruthless than ever before.

She was sleeping at home, so why was she tied up and left in the middle of nowhere when she woke up? What does Hu Fanghai want to do?

Zeng Shiyao tried to open her eyes wide in the rain. Behind Hu Fanghai was a tall, thin man dressed entirely in black, his face obscured, holding a long, gleaming knife.

Zeng Shiyao screamed in terror, only then did she realize the reality.

All the sweet words were just to deceive her. Hu Fanghai didn't love her at all. In his eyes, she was just a toy to amuse him, and he could crush her at will if he was unhappy.

"No, don't kill me! I'll abort the child and leave on my own. I won't tell anyone!"

Wearing a raincoat, Hu Fanghai squatted down, pinched Zeng Shiyao's wet cheeks, and sneered, "Too late. Who do you think you are? Just a chicken. You don't deserve to be called one."

Hu Fanghai patted her cheek with the back of his hand, "What a pity about this face. It would be better if it were on my wife."

Hu Fanghai stood up and walked away without looking back.

Zeng Shiyao could only see his back and the black-clad man with a knife approaching.

"Help me!!!"

The screams grew weaker and weaker until only the patter of rain remained.

The man threw Zeng Shiyao's body into the deep pit he had dug, and then filled it with soil shovel by shovel.

At this moment, Zeng Shiyao was not completely dead. She stared blankly at the gray sky with her eyes open.

The damp, cold, and rough earth slapped against her face, and the rain blurred her vision. Zeng Shiyao recalled the way others had looked at her in a flashback.

There were many things she felt—vulgar, covetous, jealous, affectionate, and kind—but she couldn't recall any of them.

Having spent too long immersed in the glitz and glamour, she had long forgotten the past.

She knew she was beautiful from a very young age.

The teacher gave me extra attention; there were cookies in my desk, given to me by someone; and Valentine's Day flowers and chocolates...

But she was really that foolish to think that a pretty face could bridge the class divide she was born with.

When she met Weiwei, when she overspent her living expenses to buy luxury goods, when her credit cards were maxed out, and even when she met Hu Fanghai, she had countless opportunities to go back to her original path, and thus she wouldn't have become a wronged soul lying dead in the wilderness.

Unfortunately, she chose the wrong path every time.

-----

The man filled the pit with the last shovelful of soil and covered it with a layer of soaked leaves.

No one who walks by would notice that a recently deceased person is buried underneath.

The woods were silent and deserted. A boy, dragging a suitcase in one hand and holding an umbrella in the other, braved the wind and rain, moving forward step by step in a disheveled manner.

He didn't notice that a woman in a red dress, covered in mud, had suddenly appeared not far from his feet.

Beside the woman were four small mud prints shaped like claws.