Chapter 129 Give it back to me
The mountain wind suddenly turned fierce, and Lu Yao's clothes fluttered even though there was no wind.
"Mr. Yan."
Her voice was calm and unhurried, yet it made Yan Zekai pause in his movements. "Miss Xu was possessed by an evil spirit last night. Don't you want to know... why did that female ghost target her specifically? If it's true love, how could you not be worried?"
The scene was completely silent.
Yan Zekai suddenly sneered and straightened his suit cuffs: "Questioning me?"
He turned to Xu Qianqian, his tone suddenly softening, which sent a chill down everyone's spine. "Qianqian, do you remember the first time we met?"
Xu Qianqian unconsciously tightened the hem of her clothes with her fingertips.
"Back then, you were wearing faded jeans, singing at a bar." With each word Yan Zekai spoke, Xu Qianqian's face paled a little more. "I was the one who brought you out of that shabby basement, bought you your first haute couture dress, and sent you to the best vocal coach... I was the one who packaged you, signed you, and brought you to where you are today. Without me, would you be where you are today?"
He reached out and stroked Xu Qianqian's cheek. "Now, would you let any charlatan question how good I am to you?"
Yan Zekai's statements are all true.
But the light in Xu Qianqian's eyes gradually dimmed.
Yan Zekai's every word is like a knife; seemingly expressing deep affection, it actually conceals belittling.
Her heart sank, but this only strengthened her resolve.
“I have invited a master with a thousand-year history to come down the mountain, I am not leaving.”
Yan Zekai never expected his usually obedient girlfriend to have such a rebellious streak, and he glared at her darkly.
"Fine," Yan Zekai snorted. "Let's see how this charlatan can handle this. If he can't, we'll go to Siam to find Master Long Ruokun."
As night falls, the lights in the houses of Qixia Village are gradually turned off.
Lu Yao, along with You Qing and the rest of the production crew, stood guard next to Xu Qianqian's room, leaving only a narrow crack in the window.
Yan Zekai stayed with Xu Qianqian, and the two were alone in the room, but the atmosphere was no longer as sweet as before.
Moonlight streamed through the window paper, casting eerie bluish-gray spots of light on the jade pendant.
At three-quarters past midnight, Qixia Village was shrouded in a cold, misty fog.
Lu Yao lit three sticks of incense to guide the soul. The wisps of smoke rose up, but they mysteriously froze in mid-air, as if they were being seized by something.
You Qing stood at the edge of the formation, holding a copper bell, her expression tense.
The director and cameraman hid in a corner, both excited and terrified, with the camera pointed at the center of the room.
Suddenly, the window slammed open by itself, letting in a draft of cold air, causing the candlelight to flicker violently before finally going out.
In the darkness, a pale figure slowly materialized from the shadows.
It was the female ghost from last night!
Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and with each step she took, a bloody footprint was left on the ground.
Xu Qianqian was horrified to discover that the female ghost's gaze was not on her, but was fixed on the jade pendant on her chest.
Blood beads were seeping from the jade-faced Guanyin statue.
This time, Xu Qianqian understood what she was saying.
Her voice was clearly audible, like the sound of a dull knife scraping through bone.
She said, "Give it back to me."
"This jade is mine." Her voice suddenly turned shrill, "It's soaked in my blood, my resentment, my soul!"
Xu Qianqian trembled all over, "Who...who exactly are you?"
"Ten years..." Her voice was hoarse, like a venomous resentment crawling out from the depths of hell, "Yan Zekai, we've finally met again."
Yan Zekai was struck dumb, and staggered back two steps.
"Qiu Yao?"
Xu Qianqian looked at Yan Zekai in disbelief: "Akai, who exactly is she?"
Yan Zekai's Adam's apple bobbed, his gaze shifting between the female ghost and Xu Qianqian: "She... is someone I used to know. Later... we lost contact."
"Lost contact?" The female ghost suddenly approached, her long hair falling to cover half of her rotting face, letting out a shrill, mournful laugh. "You sent someone to run over my fiancé, turning him into a vegetable, then bribed my boss to fire me, imprisoned me for half a year, I escaped eight times, only to be caught by you eight times, and finally managed to escape by the skin of my teeth, only to die here from my severe injuries—"
"That rainy night, I should have let you die in the alley!"
Ten years ago.
Shi Qiuyao has a reliable job and a stable boyfriend; the two are already discussing marriage.
She will always remember that rainy night, which changed her life.
On her way home from get off work, she passed through an alley. Under the dim light, a man covered in blood was curled up in a corner, with rainwater mixed with blood forming dark red puddles at his feet.
When he looked up, his eyes were like those of a wounded wild animal. "Sister, don't call the police."
That was the first time she met Yan Zekai.
Shi Qiuyao went to a pharmacy on the street and bought him bandages and hemostatic medicine. Despite the bruises on his lips, he laughed wildly: "My name is Akai. I will spend my whole life repaying your kindness, sister."
A luxury car came to pick him up, and the driver got out and called him "Young Master." Shi Qiuyao had only ever seen such a scene in novels, and she was amazed.
She never imagined that her nightmare was about to begin.
Three months later, Shi Qiuyao's fiancé, Chen Mo, was involved in a car accident at an intersection.
Under the pale white lights of the hospital corridor, Shi Qiuyao huddled on a plastic chair.
"Ms. Shi?" The doctor took off his mask, his voice weary. "The situation is not optimistic."
She looked up abruptly and saw the doctor's lips moving, but she couldn't hear what he was saying.
Until the words "brain death" hit my ears.
"Medical expenses..." the doctor hesitated, then stopped.
Shi Qiuyao clutched the bank card with a tight balance in her bag, her nails digging into her palm.
Just then, the sound of leather shoes tapping on the ground grew louder as they approached.
"I'll handle the expenses."
Yan Zekai found himself standing at the end of the corridor.
He wore a sharp black suit today, which made his features appear particularly deep.
"Kai? What brings you here?"
"I heard Brother Chen had an accident." He handed her a cup of hot coffee. "Don't worry, sister, I've already paid the ICU fees."
Shi Qiuyao held the coffee, her eyes reddening from the steam: "Thank you, I'll pay you back when I get my salary."
"Don't be so polite with me." Yan Zekai suddenly leaned down and brushed the strands of hair that were stuck to her cheek. "But... how does sister plan to thank me?"
...
Shi Qiuyao has lost count of how many sleepless nights this has been.
At six o'clock in the morning, she woke up exhausted in the hospital, quickly wiped her face, and rushed to the company.
Inside the elevator, she looked at the reflective metal door and noticed two dark circles under her eyes.
"There's something wrong with the data in this report." The department manager slammed the file on her desk. "The clients have already taken it to the CEO!"
She hurriedly opened the document, but her vision went black.
While I was by her bedside last night, she accidentally filled in the data on the two sets of report cards in reverse order.
"I'll reorganize it right away!"
“No need,” the manager interrupted coldly. “The HR department is waiting for you.”
As I walked out of the company gate, a torrential downpour began.
Shi Qiuyao stood at the foot of the building, clutching a cardboard box, feeling panicked and unsure of what to do.
She lives in company dormitory, and most of her savings have been invested in hospitals. Now she doesn't even have enough to pay for rent.
Rainwater dripped from her hair into her collar, wetting the potted green ivy that she had been growing for three years in the box.
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