Chapter 206
She did it; she stood atop the tallest building, overlooking the entire city.
Right now, I am still that infantile human who longs to grow up.
What I considered a perfect method must have seemed utterly inappropriate to her.
After all, she chose the car driven by her father and the car driven by her butler without hesitation.
At the time, I only thought it was because she disliked her father, but later I realized that she disliked being schemed against.
So since then, the evil elements within me and the tyrannical schemes in my heart have not touched her in the slightest.
The new school wasn't as wonderful as I had imagined. After class, I heard a lot of unpleasant things said, but I didn't take them to heart.
Until that sentence—
"He's a bastard with no parents; his biological mother ran away and he doesn't even know who his biological father is."
I wanted to get up and refute it, but gradually, I was also convinced by those words.
Because they are not biologically related, they are not like each other, and I do not love or care about them.
So that's how it is.
I almost broke the pen in my hand, but then I suddenly remembered that it was custom-made for me by her, even though it was by that foolish "her" from before.
But I feel I have too few things related to her now, so I'm inexplicably reluctant to break them.
He Cheng picked me up after school in the evening.
Yes, it's He Cheng. Since he's not my father, there's no need to call him "Dad."
When she got home, she changed into a formal dress and had her makeup done.
It turns out that there really is human beauty, enough to make even the gods, whom all the world prays to, admit their inferiority.
I suddenly remembered the roses in the back garden.
A red dress paired with red roses must be so beautiful...
She smiled and waved goodbye to me.
I raised my hand for the first time and had this intimate interaction with her.
She's beautiful, but nothing compares to her extraordinary presence, which is breathtaking.
She never returned to the He family after that day.
My younger sister cries every day, saying she will never be naughty again.
And me?
I can't explain it clearly; it's complicated for me.
Frustration, longing, excitement, joy, and a myriad of indescribable emotions.
I don't understand what that feeling is for now.
All I know is that when He Cheng asked me if I was willing to go see her, I didn't even have time to think before my hand was already on He Cheng's hand.
I was stunned for a moment, unable to figure out why.
Three months later, I finally saw her again.
She looked a little tired, but still very beautiful, like Xi Shi holding her heart.
I sat on the small sofa she had specially reserved for me. The sofa was soft and comfortable, just like a human in its juvenile form.
Upon hearing that she wanted to divorce He Cheng, her younger sister ran quickly and was then pulled into her arms tightly.
Perhaps I should do the same?
Her embrace must be cool and warm, and carry her unique fragrance, right?
But I couldn't cry. I just felt like a rose had grown in my heart, at the height of its bloom.
I am very happy.
Even when I returned to the He family home and saw the boy who called me a "bastard," I still smiled.
But he didn't laugh; he hid in the basement and could only scream.
It's too noisy, I really don't like it.
I stuffed his mouth with lots of rose petals, and then I sewed it up little by little with needle and thread.
I think this way his speech will be more pleasant in the future.
Humans who don't scream should be treated kindly.
So I injected him with the medicine my master had mentioned, and his bones quickly became brittle, breaking easily with the slightest touch.
Before long, he became a pile of powdery fertilizer suitable for cultivating roses.
Boring.
The method my master taught was so clean that you couldn't smell even a trace of blood.
However, this method is more suitable for my age because it is easier to handle.
Back upstairs, my younger sister was playing Huarong Road, and I was washing the rose juice off my hands.
She could tell what I had done and was disgusted, but she wasn't afraid at all.
My sister, who's just as monstrous as me, is the best at pretending to be innocent.
My sister asked me why I didn't try to keep her, because if we got divorced, I wouldn't be able to see her often anymore.
"Isn't that better? Getting divorced, isn't that better?" I blurted out.
Yes, after the divorce, she can be more than just a "mother".
I want to grow up quickly.
Over the course of thirteen years, the Duan family's building soared into the sky, and my height increased from her leg level to her waist, then to her shoulder...
Then, I was much taller than her.
She also went from being slender and tall to petite. I even longed for her to lean on my shoulder when she was tired, but that never happened.
She's so special; she seems to see everything but says nothing.
She would prepare delicious food that would make my mouth water, soft blankets, and haute couture that fit my figure perfectly.
She simply stopped being affectionate with me. She seemed to understand my delusions, but she didn't.
As usual, I went to Jingyuan to replace her bouquet with a fresh bunch of roses.
One was a bunch of smoky purple roses, and the other was a bunch of red roses that she would always ask a few more questions about.
After she first said she liked that color, I brought an extra bunch of red roses the second time.
But at that time she said that it was not the red rose from the He family's back garden.
As she said this, she was holding a cup of hot tea, taking a sip in front of the fireplace, the firelight dancing on her cheeks.
It was a very ordinary action, but I inexplicably found her very cute.
"cute."
"Is Lanlan talking about herself?" she asked with a smile.
I did not deny it, because during those thirteen years, I, like He Tingyao, began to go along with her in everything.
As you listen to it, it becomes easier to follow, and as you get used to it, it becomes second nature.
Since she wants it, I naturally have to go along with it.
The flower, watered with the blood of those who slandered her behind her back, is too filthy to be worthy of her.
When I delivered the flowers for the second time, she frowned at me and asked, "Has Lanlan been sick lately? Why does she look so pale?"
I shook my head, then nodded.
Actually, I didn't know how to say it, because she's too smart, and I was afraid she would find out something.
I put the roses in a vase and read with her for a long time. Just as I was about to leave, Jiang Du arrived from outside the door.
She took the gift box from Jiang Du and handed it to me, saying:
"It's a medicinal meal made by your sister Zhenzhen to replenish qi and blood; you can't buy it anywhere else."
She's so cute.
I felt my ears getting hot, so I hurriedly took it and turned to leave. She told me to "be careful" behind me.
Flowers grown with the blood of their own kind will cause poisoning if they come into contact with the plants for even a short time.
Thinking of this, I reminded her again, despite my burning ears, "Remember to wear the sachet. You won't need it after a while."
"good."
She did as I said.
She's so well-behaved...
My 18th birthday is coming soon, and I'm so happy!
Because the human body reaches adulthood at eighteen.
Does that mean I'm qualified to stand next to her?
Not a former stepson, but qualified as an admirer and suitor.
Unfortunately, the nominal mother returned.
But I can't have blood on my hands this month, which is my birthday month.
No one ever told me the motto "Birthday month, no bloodshed," it's just a rule I set for myself on this bloody road filled with human screams.
As long as I don't kill any animals or get my hands dirty this month, then my wish is...
It can be achieved in this lifetime!
I can only ask for this life, because I only ask for her.
The resort holds sweet memories of each year's birthday celebrations.
She arrived early, and she has always taken my relationship with He Tingyao very seriously.
A shooting star streaks across the blue sky, and He Tingyao wishes for a lifetime of happiness.
And I, I make the choice for the shooting star.
If I get what I want, it will successfully complete its trajectory.
If I cannot get what I want...
I didn't give it that option!
However, perhaps evil people deserve their just deserts, so on the eve of my eighteenth birthday, on that noisy, rainy night that disturbed my peace of mind, all the beautiful dreams she had woven were shattered one by one.
In my panic, I blurted out all my dirty thoughts.
The feeling I couldn't distinguish back then was actually called "liking".
But later, it was called "love".
I don't know when she came into contact with the master, but I could clearly see the master's curiosity and fondness for her.
No, perhaps it was my biological father's curiosity and affection for her.
One second I killed my biological mother and retrieved her energy back into the chip. I thought I had the ability to protect her, even though I was now under the protection of my biological father.
But humans are humans, how can they be compared to someone who lives with technology millions of years ahead?
I also broke the tradition of not killing animals on my birthday.
So I did not get what I wanted.
That shooting star was fake.
The corpses in the back garden were all dug out one by one.
All I could think of was that I wouldn't be able to send her roses anymore, but since she disliked me so much, she probably wouldn't want my roses anymore.
Like me, the rose was despised by her.
Death itself is not frightening; what is frightening is that in the last second before death, I clearly realized—
She never loved me, neither romantically nor familially, and even the maternal love I once took pride in and loathed was fake.
When I woke up again, I had lost all my memories; all I knew was that my name was "001".
But I once saw that figure, who haunted my dreams, leap from a tall building. I saw her fall into the bottomless lake, where it was icy cold, and on the shore, everyone sighed in despair.
I saw my indifference, my nonchalance.
"Sample number 05 has been collected."
"Reagent No. 05..."
"05..."
When they noticed my unusually strong reaction to "05", the group of people in white coats would deliberately mention it to me.
But what exactly is it?
05...
Lingwu.
I saw her; it turned out... her name was Ling Wu.
Her eyes held warmth, like rippling spring water, but when she looked at me, they were indifferent and calm.
But I still tried my best to put on a smile.
I want to prove to her that everything I have for her is innocent.
Smiles, words, and emotions all reflect this.
But she didn't see it; she walked too fast, just like my memory, quickly disappearing from my sight.
I raised my hand to touch the corner of my eye.
So it turns out I can cry.
——
I know myself to be an utterly wicked person.
But, only you.
It cannot be defied.
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