Wearing her pajamas, Wen Yi went to the beauty salon upstairs in Yutingyuan and asked the staff to give her a thorough beauty treatment from face to toe.
In the past, Wen Yi would never have done what Ze Yang did; she didn't care much about her image.
But Ah Xu told her that she couldn't take advantage of her good skin and do whatever she wanted. Girls may not need to be too delicate or meticulous, but they can't be careless about skincare and beauty, otherwise problems will show when they get older.
They were all taught by Asu.
Even though she was a kid four years younger than him, during the time they were together, it was Gu Huaixu who took care of her and taught her many details.
After returning to her room from the beauty treatment, Wen Yi felt empty and aching all over.
I wanted to cry, but no tears came out. My eyes were dry and sore, but not a single tear came out.
Wen thought about it and realized that she had only suddenly thought of Gu Huaixu. She hadn't said much or felt much pain about his death, otherwise she wouldn't have shed a single tear.
Wen Yi was still very tired and sleepy. She fell asleep without even thinking.
In a daze, Wen Yi felt her hand being grabbed, but it felt like a dream. Especially since the touch felt like Gu Huaixu, Wen Yi immediately realized that it was a dream.
Gu Huaixu still came to see her in her dreams.
"Ah Xu, Ah Xu..."
Wen Yi mumbled sleepily, "Ah Xu, Ah Xu..."
"You miss him that much?"
Upon hearing the voice, Wen responded almost instinctively, "Yes, I really want to."
How much do you want to?
"I want to be with him."
"Let's die together..."
A slightly mocking voice rang out, and Wen Yi, who was in a daze, finally sensed that something was wrong. She suddenly opened her eyes and saw an unfamiliar ceiling. Before Wen Yi could react, a terrifying and hideous face suddenly came in. Wen Yi was so frightened that she almost screamed, but her mouth was covered.
She stared in shock, her pupils dilating.
"What, are you scared by my appearance?" A mocking voice rang out.
Wen Yi's heart was still pounding wildly.
This second master's face is indeed terrifying. Wen Yi had seen him several times and had never been truly frightened, but today's state of mind was definitely one of complete terror.
She took a deep breath to calm herself and tried to move, but the second master was now completely dominating her.
"What are you struggling for?" the Second Master mocked. "You're already married into the family, we're even registered together on the household register, and now you're resisting sharing a room with me?"
Wen Yi grabbed his hand. "If you want to sleep, I naturally won't resist."
"Not resisting?" Second Master mocked. "Didn't you say you had a boyfriend before, and you didn't remain chaste for him? You're accepting another man so quickly?"
He reached out and pinched Wen Yi's face, his tone concealing a hint of anger.
Wen Yi felt that this person had some problems.
When she struggles, mock her.
Instead of struggling, they mock her.
It wasn't just mockery; this time it was more anger.
Before Wen Yi could react, the other person had already pinched her cheeks, forcing Wen Yi to raise her head.
He used a lot of force, and Wen Yi was in a lot of pain. She struggled slightly and said, "Second Master, if you want to have sex, you can just say so. Or, if you have any fetishes, you can tell me in advance."
"Inform you?"
"Yes, that way I can match... Ah!!"
Suddenly, the other person increased their strength, and Wen Yi was in unbearable pain, her face contorted in agony, cold sweat pouring down her forehead. At the same time, the hand that had been gripping Wen Yi's cheek gradually shifted to her neck.
Wen Yi had difficulty breathing.
"Special fetish..." He found those four words quite amusing. "My special fetish is that if the person beneath me dies, you'll bear the consequences?"
Wen Yi was forced to raise her head, her face contorted in pain, but after hearing those words, she suddenly felt a sense of relief.
This hobby is really... wonderful!
It's better to die here than at the Wen family's house.
If she dies here, she can go down to find Gu Huaixu.
If there is a Bridge of Forgetfulness, if there is an afterlife, she will definitely hold Gu Huaixu's hand tightly, and she will never let go easily, even in death. She will not hesitate or overthink; she will hold onto him without hesitation.
Wen Yi not only didn't resist, but even started to laugh.
A hearty and expectant laugh.
“I love Second Master’s fetish. You can enjoy it to your heart’s content,” Wen Yi said loudly. “My household registration is not with the Wen family, and I have already signed a contract. Even if I die, no one will pursue me in the name of my family.”
She will die cleanly and peacefully.
No more police came to the door, no more...
Perhaps thinking about these things made her too happy, which caused Wen Yi to smile a little exaggeratedly, and tears fell uncontrollably.
She has no conscience.
Ah Xu didn't cry even when he died, but he would start to shed tears whenever he thought of something that made him happy.
"Second Master, why have you stopped?" Wen Yi questioned.
The man on top of her had already released his grip on Wen Yi's neck and was staring at her with narrowed eyes.
Finally, he let go and got off the bed. Wen Yi felt a sudden lightness in her body and was quite disappointed.
Wen turned her head to one side, "Second Master, are you not going to continue exercising your rights as a husband?"
"I'll give you ten minutes to adjust." The man said this and strode towards the living room.
The living room lights were on, and Gu Huaixu sat down on the sofa, leaning back lazily in his chair, his posture nonchalant and languid to the bone.
Wen Yi had just gotten out of bed, still shaken by what had just happened. Now, seeing the man sitting there, Wen Yi had a momentary feeling that he resembled Gu Huaixu.
But then he jokingly said that nowadays, everyone looks like Gu Huaixu.
Wen Yi got out of bed and went to the bathroom to compose herself.
It was exactly ten minutes when I sat down in front of the Second Master.
This was the first time Wen Yi had seen the Second Master's true face clearly under the light. To be honest, he wasn't scary. It was just that there were scars and burn marks on his face, which made him look terrifying in the dark.
But upon closer inspection, it's just so-so, even a bit pathetic.
Who doesn't want a beautiful face? But a face that looks like it's been deliberately destroyed indicates that the person has gone through terrible things.
Wen Yi wasn't being overly sympathetic; she simply felt that the Second Master of the Imperial Garden wasn't as terrifying as the legends suggested, and she wasn't particularly afraid.
Perhaps because he has begun to look forward to death, Wen Yi is now fearless.
"Second Master, what do you want to talk to me about?" Wen Yi asked directly, looking directly at the Second Master.
The second master stared at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Aren't you afraid?"
"What are you afraid of?" Wen Yi retorted. "Are you afraid of Second Master's face? Or rather, does Second Master need my face to be ruined along with him?"
Wen Yi's last sentence was quite barbed.
"You're provoking me, you know that?" Second Master suddenly cupped Wen Yi's face in his hands. "I didn't want to ruin your face, but you're provoking me like this. It wouldn't make sense if I didn't want to, would it?"
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