Chapter 287 Thorny Rose (44)
Chapter 287 Thorny Rose (44)
Yan Zhen: "..."
She was speechless for a moment.
Recounting all of this from Song Yi's perspective, his experiences and his revenge seem logical, but he was only seven years old when it all happened.
This is quite terrifying.
Song Yi observed Yan Zhen's expression and walked up to her: "Are you afraid of what I'm about to say?"
Yan Zhen countered, "Do you want me to be afraid?"
He told her these things either hoping she would pity him or to scare her.
Song Yi hesitated for a moment, shook his head, then nodded: "I want you to be afraid of me, but I'm also worried that you will be afraid of me."
As long as she's afraid, he can manipulate her just like he manipulated Lu Yuanzhou, making her afraid to leave.
Yan Zhen was silent for a moment, then asked, "Will you treat me the same way you treated Lu Yuanzhou?"
Song Yi frowned: "Then would you want to kill me like my cousin did?"
Yan Zhen: "...No."
"I won't either." Song Yi took her hand, his smile carrying a hint of ingratiation. "Let's get along well and not become the next cousin, okay?"
"……it is good."
Not long after, Song Yi carried Yan Zhen's luggage downstairs and took her back to school.
As the car drove out of the manor, Yan Zhen saw many bodyguards busy in the rose garden from afar.
The roses, which had just been pruned that morning, were uprooted and piled haphazardly to one side, while the bodyguard was digging something deeper into the soil with a shovel...
Yan Zhen withdrew his gaze, his face thoughtful.
Song Yi leaned closer to her and said, "I can tell you don't like it this way. I'll clean them out, and when you come back for a short stay this weekend, it'll be clean again."
Yan Zhen didn't refute his words. After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Why did you think of burying them in the flowerbed in the first place?"
Song Yi said, "During that time, I kept dreaming that they came back to life and brought the child back. The three of them were smiling happily in front of me. To prevent the nightmare from coming true, I asked the housekeeper to replace their bodies and bury them right under my nose. That way, even if they came back to life, I could kill them again immediately."
Yan Zhen: "..."
Upon arriving at the school, with the start of the semester approaching, students began returning to campus one after another.
Song Yi escorted Yan Zhen to the dormitory building, and Yan Zhen carried her luggage back to dormitory 307 alone.
The interior had been renovated. She put her things next to her bed, took out a towel, filled it with water, and began to wipe the dust off the desk.
She was busy with her work, but her mind was also racing.
Murder, a corpse, hidden right under one's nose—it offers a kind of psychological comfort...
Could Lin Chan's body also be hidden right under Wang Jianchun's nose?
But where could Wang Jianchun's house possibly hide someone?
That old, dilapidated apartment had thin floorboards and poor sound insulation. If someone were to dig a hole between the floors to hide a corpse, the stench of the rotting body would be impossible to conceal.
After cleaning, it was past lunchtime.
Yan Zhen had no appetite and planned to go to the school convenience store to buy something to fill his stomach.
She picked out a bottle of yogurt at the convenience store, scanned the code to pay, and sat on a bench in the store. While drinking it, she used her phone to search for things that could mask the smell of a corpse so that she could hide the body in a residential building.
At this moment, Song Yi sent a WeChat message: "I've had someone buy some daily necessities and deliver them to room 307, so you don't need to buy anything else."
Yan Zhen paused slightly.
When the fire broke out in 307 before the Lunar New Year, she moved to Dexian Building and took all her belongings with her, including toiletries and daily necessities. Now that she has returned to 307, she originally planned to go to Dexian Building later to move some of her things back.
But Song Yi simply bought her a new one and had it delivered—this in itself wasn't strange, but what alerted Yan Zhen was his next sentence.
You don't need to buy another one.
Why did Song Yi think she would buy another one?
Yan Zhen's first reaction was that Song Yi was following her again. She saw her enter the convenience store and assumed that she was going to buy daily necessities there.
She looked up and carefully observed her surroundings. There were only two or three people in the convenience store at this hour, making her easy to spot. Besides, being followed at school wasn't a wise choice, unless…
Yan Zhen looked down at the phone in his hand.
It's possible that Song Yi installed location tracking software on her phone.
Yan Zhen has done this kind of thing countless times in order to complete missions.
She remembered that Song Yi had followed her to Qi Su's house and then followed her to the mall after she left Qi Su's house. At that time, the bodyguard who was with her accurately located her hiding place on the second floor. Only positioning software could pinpoint such a precise location.
Thinking of this, Yan Zhen put down his phone, feeling a surge of displeasure.
Lu Yuanzhou was right about one thing: if she stayed with Song Yi, she would die at his hands sooner or later.
Song Yi is possessive and has the courage and means to kill, while she is not the type to be controlled. It's only a matter of time before two people with completely different personalities and paces clash.
She could appease Song Yi for a while, but not forever.
The current peace between the two is only superficial; it is something she has managed to achieve through great effort.
She wasn't sure how long she could maintain this peace, only that once it was broken, one of them, Song Yi, would have to die for it to end.
Thinking of this, Yan Zhen couldn't help but want to curse.
This task was already difficult enough, but on top of that, we got involved with this troublesome person.
Cursing under his breath, Yan Zhen had no choice but to pick up his phone and calmly reply to Song Yi's WeChat message.
"it is good."
After finishing her yogurt, Yan Zhen took some time to adjust her mindset. By the time she left the convenience store, she wasn't in such a bad mood anymore.
As the old saying goes, since you're here, make the best of it.
Since the deed has already happened and she doesn't have the ability to resist, she might as well change her mindset and turn the unfavorable factors into weapons that are beneficial to her.
For example—bring a phone with a GPS tracker installed to Wang Jianchun's house.
After leaving the school, Yan Zhen hailed a taxi and gave Wang Jianchun's address.
Less than five minutes after she left, Song Yi sent another message: "The bodyguard delivered something and said you weren't in the dorm. What did you do?"
Yan Zhen scoffed lightly, not exposing Song Yi's probing, pretending not to see the message, and put her phone in her pocket without replying.
It was the weekend, and when Yan Zhen opened Wang Jianchun's door with her key, Wang Jianchun, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, was mopping the floor.
The two met unexpectedly, and Wang Jianchun was stunned.
He quickly realized that Yan Zhen's return at this time was most likely to ask him for tuition fees.
He put down the mop and gave a cold laugh: "So you still know how to come back?"
Yan Zhen didn't answer him. Instead, she stepped into the living room. The floor, which had just been mopped, was still wet, and she left a trail of shoe prints where she walked.
Wang Jianchun frowned and reminded him, "Change your shoes!"
Yan Zhen ignored him, walked through the living room, and pushed open the door to the master bedroom where Wang Jianchun lived.
There was a solid wood wardrobe in the master bedroom. Yan Zhen opened the wardrobe door and reached out to knock on the back panel of the wardrobe.
Wang Jianchun followed her in, and when he saw Yan Zhen's actions, he subconsciously assumed that she was looking for her bank card and passbook.
He reached out and grabbed Yan Zhen's arm, turning her around completely: "You little bastard, I'm talking to you, are you deaf?"
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