84. Make yourself look like what she likes
"If you're afraid of me, I'll be heartbroken... so heartbroken that I'll want to die."
A hint of hidden pain flashed across Fu Rong's dark eyes, the smile on his face faded a little, and his hands moved more heavily, as if he wanted to knead the warm dough until it was soft.
There were tears on her eyelashes, and her white neck was raised, like a dying swan, so beautiful that it was breathtaking.
Shortness of breath: "You...always say such scary things!"
She had never forgotten what he said on the plane about wanting to die together.
Extremely morbid.
…
Chu Yanhui and Fu Rongshen's relationship has stabilized since then. Her parents pretend not to see it, and she will not mention him deliberately.
In order to see her, Fu Rongshen would often stay at the company the day before and arrive in Haicheng the next day. Sometimes he would stay in Haicheng directly after returning from abroad.
She occasionally wanted to go to Gangcheng to find him, but every time she saw Chu Pingyou's warning look at her, she gave up the idea.
It wasn't until Fu Zhiju called her and told her that he would hold a party in the river view room in two days that she finally found a reason to go back.
It was already noon when we got off the plane.
I went to a luxury store to buy some things, and then went to Shuixie Huating, wanting to give Fu Rongshen a surprise.
But he was not at home.
When Butler Ouyang saw her, he explained in a good mood, "Mr. Fu went to the cellar to get some wine. Miss Chu, please wait a moment."
She planned to put the peach blossom cufflinks she bought in the bedroom and walked up the stairs.
When she turned onto the third floor, she glanced at the room at the end of the second floor, only to see that the room, which was usually locked, was now ajar.
It feels a bit strange.
After she put the gift in the room, she sat on the chair and thought about the room again. She couldn't help but wonder, were there really any tools in it?
So I went downstairs and walked to the door.
As if possessed, I pushed the door open and went in.
When he looked inside the room, his body suddenly froze.
It was like being struck by lightning, and all the hairs on my body stood up.
——A whole room, all about her!
The walls were covered with her photos, from her childhood to the present day, every stage of her life. The childhood photos were all with Fu Zhiju or with him, and since she came to Haicheng, almost all of the photos were candid photos, pieced together to create a single, childish face.
Creepy!
Various items... things she used, bought, and threw away...
They are packed in transparent boxes according to categories.
The room was covered with a blood-colored carpet, and there was only a thick recliner and a small table in the middle.
Filled with things she was familiar with.
The teddy bear she always hugged when she slept, the headphones she bought, the words she wrote...
Chu Yanhui walked in and found that the obscured wall was covered with all the blogs she had ever posted, all the text from ten years ago. Her pupils suddenly contracted and her lips trembled.
Year, month, day, what happened, what was your mood, what you like, XP...
It's so clear and chilling.
The more she read, the more she felt like she didn't recognize the words. The whole room was spinning and she felt dizzy.
She froze in place, feeling a chill from head to toe and couldn't help shivering.
How did he know about her blog?
Even Fu Zhiju didn't know about this secret account...
He is so scary!
Chu Yan pressed down on the table to prevent herself from falling to the ground with fear. She looked down and saw a tape recorder on the table.
She picked it up and pressed the replay button.
I heard my own voice coming out of the recorder: "It's so hot in Haicheng. Is it hot in Gangcheng? The weather this year is really weird, but fortunately there is no heavy rain. I was afraid of thunder."
This was the phone call she had with him the day before yesterday.
Adjusting the time forward, we find that the earliest one was ten years ago:
With trembling fingers, he clicked on the recording.
The girl's childish voice was tinged with tears: "Uncle, I don't like the new school because I haven't made any new friends yet. I miss you and I miss Zhiju too. I want to go back to Hong Kong..."
She felt a chill creeping up her trouser legs and shivered suddenly.
The voice I heard ten years ago is in my ears, and the room is full of things about myself.
Chu Yanhui felt cold all over, his teeth chattering, and he shivered and muttered to himself:
“It’s terrible… so terrible!”
Over the years, he has been spying on her life and has mastered every aspect of her life.
He recorded his phone calls with her, hung her photos on the wall, and even collected the rag dolls she left at his house when she was a child. There was no such thing as fate or coincidence; it was all planned out by him.
There was a large upright cabinet in the corner of the photo wall. She opened the door with a trembling heart, but saw her pale face.
"ah!"
She screamed in fright and took a step back.
When I looked closely, I found that there were three surrounding mirrors inside the cabinet, which could clearly reflect my whole body from head to toe.
She held her chest and breathed, the fear was like a dark cloud that was hard to dissipate.
Whose full-length mirror is in the cabinet!
A stack of papers was pinned to the corner of the side mirror with thumbtacks. One of the papers on the surface had a person's facial features printed on it, with modifications marked in red and black pens; the other had instructions written on it with check marks.
She took down a stack of papers covered with words and saw the word "Plan".
Start looking through.
The first picture is a blog post she wrote seven years ago - "The movie is great, the male lead is very charming, deep and gentle. It's really hard to meet such a person in real life. I like his eyebrow shape, it makes him look so gentle!"
The latter picture shows Fu Rongshen's modification plan to change his sword-shaped eyebrows into European-style eyebrows, including eyebrow plucking, eyebrow tattooing, eyebrow shaping, and post-production adjustments...
——"Who understands? Hey, the lips of the person you like become pink after drinking water, so soft and kissable. (I'm not a pervert)"
Fu Rongshen went to get lip tattoos almost immediately, and the date on the receipt showed only half a month had passed.
Then there's mole removal, hand joint powdering, full-body tanning to turn pale skin into a tan, and waist and abdomen tattoos...
She turned over the items one by one, becoming more and more frightened.
Chu Yan bit the back of her hand to prevent herself from making any sound, but she couldn't suppress the fear that made her want to scream.
This feeling of fear that seeps into your pores is like waking up to find yourself lying in a morgue and about to be cremated.
Fu Rongshen spied on her circle of friends, blogs, and even her browsing history on various platforms. Based on her preferences, he gradually molded himself into the person she liked...
She thought he was a combination of all her experience, but in fact he had spent eight years tailoring him to her preferences.
...To get close to her and seduce her.
Every day she takes a bath in her favorite cold snow rose scented flower bath, her slightly messy slicked-back hair, her outfit, the metal cuffs, the small mole above her lip corner, her fair and beautiful hands with distinct bones, her strong sword-like eyebrows shaped into deep European eyebrows, her tanned healthy and sexy skin, and the astringent rose tattoo on her mermaid line...
Chu Yan thought back to everything that he had once thought was a coincidence, and his hand holding the paper trembled.
He is a pervert!
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