Our body sizes are about the same.
Our faces are vastly different. Although Yu Wan is pretty, she is nowhere near as beautiful as my face, which I maintain with tens of millions of dollars every year. It is breathtakingly beautiful.
She was like a flower bud that rotted before it could bloom.
I still go to bed at nine o'clock every night, and I'm still woken up by the noise in the middle of the night, but I don't go out to check anymore. I just listen to the noise coming from my downstairs door.
Only after they left did Fu Mingshen push open my door with a deep and restrained expression.
I had him lie in my bathtub, and I filled the entire tub with rose petals and water for him to lie in.
This continued for a month until Fu Yanchen and Yu Wan's voices completely disappeared, and Fu Mingshen stopped coming to my room.
Fu Yanchen came to my room all night and sat on the sofa next to me until dawn, while I didn't open my eyes all night.
He knew I wasn't asleep, of course, but he didn't say so.
Until Yu Wan and Fu Mingshen went to school, I asked the school for a week's leave and locked the door from the inside.
I wasn't surprised at all to hear Fu Yanchen unlocking the door from outside. I took a chair and sat down by the door, playing with the knife I had hidden in my clothes. I sat there with a half-smile, meeting his gloomy eyes as he opened the door and came in.
Before he could get angry, she asked, "Dad, I've seen everything you wanted me to see. Do you have any questions for me?"
I looked into his dark pupils and saw my face, which was etched with an evil smile. My smile grew deeper and deeper as I walked step by step toward him, knife in hand.
Do you like her?
Of course he didn't like me. Yu Wan was just a tool he used to incite my jealousy and evil thoughts, a tool they used to vent their desires. He liked me.
He wants to personally mold me into a true psychopath with an angelic face, so I can stay with them for the rest of my life.
He stroked my face with his large hand, and finally gently grasped the hand holding the knife in my hand: "Is this question important to Luanluan?"
"Guess." I looked at him with a smile, then suddenly broke free from his hand and stabbed him right in the heart. The perfectly pressed haute couture clothes were pierced by the sharp tip of my knife.
"She's dead? Will Daddy be in pain here?"
My actions didn't anger Fu Yanchen; instead, they aroused him. However, he hid it well. He stroked my face and said earnestly, "Yes, but Luanluan can't do anything foolish, because Daddy loves Luanluan the most."
I narrowed my eyes: "What if I die? Will Dad remember me forever?"
Fu Yanchen was taken aback, clearly not expecting me to say that suddenly. He frowned and asked, "Doesn't Luanluan want to stay with her father?"
“But I don’t want to call you Dad.” I looked at him seriously.
He asked excitedly, "What does Luanluan want to call me?"
Old B-Deng, of course I want to call him Old B-Deng.
But I obviously couldn't do that, so I just looked at him and said, "Name."
He nodded and took my hand: "Okay, but you can only call me that when it's just the two of us."
For the next week, neither Fu Mingshen nor Yu Wan returned. They didn't know I had taken leave. During that week, my relationship with Fu Yanchen grew even closer.
During this week, I had many more opportunities to move around freely. I bought some terminally ill cats, dogs, and rabbits, and in the greenhouse, following the instructions in the book, I skinned and dismembered them. Fu Yanchen was very satisfied with what he saw.
I know there are security cameras in the greenhouse.
That's why I did it.
But at the same time, I also felt a deep sense of guilt. After returning to school, I recited the Rebirth Sutra for them in the bathroom.
I think I'm probably going to hell.
I go home every day. This time, Fu Yanchen took me to a place that was a dimly lit basement. Plastic curtains were hung everywhere in the basement, and the eerie red light made people feel uneasy.
Inside were all sorts of torture instruments and scalpels.
The entire basement was filled with the smell of disinfectant mixed with blood, and a man was tied to the table.
Fu Yanchen, dressed in a suit and wearing gloves, stood to the side with a sharp scalpel in his hand and began to operate on the man. Crimson blood flowed down, and he began to explain to me what the man was doing.
"This person appears to be a recent college graduate. He uses his student status, his eloquence, and his good looks to frequently meet all sorts of naive girls online. Then, he takes them back to his isolated little village and sells them to the men in the village."
"Do you think someone like that should die?"
"Should."
“Luanluan, I saw everything you did. You thought the flower room was hidden, but it’s not. Touch this knife; it feels very different from your utility knives. People are the same.”
He coaxed me gently, and I took the knife. The man struggled fiercely and screamed loudly, but my knife remained steady.
The basement is also very well soundproofed.
I hate it except for the blood splattered on my face.
I met the gardener. This time, it wasn't through a window or a tall building, but face to face. He looked at me without any surprise or astonishment in his eyes, and didn't dare to look at me for even a second longer. He lowered his head and silently dragged out the bag.
I took Fu Yanchen's hand and left the basement. The laboratory wasn't in the greenhouse, but in the basement of the orphanage where I had been adopted.
I don't know where the gardener took the body to dispose of it; all I know is that he brought back fertilizer and nutrient solution and sprinkled it on the soil in the greenhouse.
I roughly know where those people came from. They are a bunch of people who let lettuce rot in the deep mountains. There are many of them, and they have committed crimes themselves. Therefore, even if someone goes missing in the village, they dare not call the police.
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