Chapter 99 Water Ghost 22
Zhang Mingjun hid at the school gate and peeked inside. In addition to delivering the cardboard box containing the pearl necklace to Yu Jiao's home, he was preparing to complete a more difficult task.
The night before last, the woman found him.
"Here's the money, and the rest will be transferred to your account after you finish."
"What's up?"
"Ruin her reputation and make her a slut that anyone can fuck with."
Zhang Mingjun was short of money, and when he thought of his son's teacher, a young and beautiful college graduate, a plan came to his mind. He was very confident in his appearance and figure, and he could easily win over those young girls with just a few words. He would not suffer any loss, so when the incident happened, he would take the money and transfer his son to another school.
He dressed up, raised his arm, and anxiously glanced at the clock. School was almost over. He planned to treat her to a meal in the name of the child's parent. It didn't matter if she refused. A strong woman fears a man's entanglement. If he asked her too many times, she would fall into his trap...
The beautiful picture in his imagination was frozen in the sudden surge of black fog that blocked his vision. Zhang Mingjun widened his eyes and looked around in horror. The thick black fog isolated him from the surroundings. He opened his mouth and shouted -
“Help…Help!”
Soon, his throat was grabbed.
A hand suddenly appeared out of nowhere, clamped his neck, and dragged him into an unknown dark area. Zhang Mingjun's throat was whimpering and he couldn't speak. He struggled to pull away the hand that was clamping his neck, but it was as cold as an icicle in winter.
He was thrown to the ground.
I looked up and saw a horrifying scene.
The suit pants were instantly soaked.
The man surrounded by black fog - no, it was a ghost. His face was pale to the point of being transparent, with several blood-red veins winding through it. The whites of his eyes were filled with bloodshot. The most terrifying thing was the area below his head. The tangled black blood replaced the function of flesh and blood, forming his body, revealing his horrifying heart, internal organs and bones that emitted a thick black aura.
Zhang Mingjun pressed the interface of the mobile phone with trembling hands. The moment the call was connected, the woman's voice coming from the other end made him regain his sanity briefly, and he desperately shouted for help at the other end of the phone.
“Save me…save me…”
Asking for help was futile. When he was dressing up carefully for his trip, he had already unconsciously stepped on the thing that Zhou Qingyan had suppressed deep in his heart and cared about the most -
With that terrifying look on his face, he clamped his hands around Zhang Mingjun's neck again. "You—a stinky bug who only knows how to flirt and seduce others. You really should take a piss and look at yourself. You're as disgusting as a rat in a stinking ditch. How dare you have any feelings for her? Huh? Do you expect her to even look at you?"
A sinister voice rang in Zhang Mingjun's ears: "...The woman who asked you to do this is dead."
Zhang Mingjun looked into those blood-red eyes, his legs trembling with fear and he couldn't utter a word. He wanted to ask the monster in front of him not to kill him, but he didn't know how the monster appeared or why.
His legs went weak and he knelt on the ground. The monster's hand left his neck, leaving a sticky, cold breath. The man's neck was blue and purple, and his voice was hoarse and trembling uncontrollably:
"Don't kill me... Don't kill me... Is it because of that woman? I don't know anything... I just did it for money! I'll tell you everything you want to know!"
Zhou Qingyan looked at him quietly.
The relatively intact body slowly rotted at a speed visible to the naked eye in front of the man, who was so shocked that his eyes rolled back. The sticky black mist wrapped around Zhang Mingjun's body, and Zhou Qingyan's body was quickly covered with bright red blood - jealousy, anger, and hatred.
"No……"
Zhou Qingyan replied: "You shouldn't be around her."
Even such an uncompetitive man, just thinking about the time when he brushed past Yu Jiao in the past or in the future, smelled her breath, and caught her gaze for even half a second, would have a jealous fire burning in his chest that ate away at his internal organs... Yu Jiao's breath, eyes, skin, and even her occasional mood swings were all his!
It's his.
Zhou Qingyan thought so.
The jealousy in his eyes grew stronger and stronger. At the same time, cracks frequently appeared around his body, bringing out sticky and cold blood. In a short while, he was standing in a space shrouded in black fog, covered in blood.
Work……
Zhou Qingyan thought calmly, Yu Jiao was short of money, but now he transferred all the savings he could find into Yu Jiao's bank card. If that was not enough, he still had real estate... His body was not found during the avalanche, he was just missing, not dead. Everything he owned except the company was still under his name... Would Jiaojiao be willing to stay with him forever?
It's not safe outside.
There are disgusting, self-righteous men everywhere.
When Yu Jiao rushed out, she was nearly frightened to death by the scene she saw. Zhang Mingjun, entangled in a dark aura, was already on the verge of death, his face the bruises of a dying man. If he died, it would be difficult to deal with him! She was a law-abiding citizen. Although she didn't know how the student's parents had offended Zhou Qingyan, she was still terrified to see Zhou Qingyan's hands stained with death.
Yu Jiao ran over with shaking legs and stopped two meters away from Zhou Qingyan, calling his name. He just turned his head slowly with a sinister smile. Yu Jiao gritted her teeth, stared at Zhou Qingyan's bloody face and walked over. She stared at his body for a long time, but couldn't find any place to hold his hand.
His body was so horrible that it was hard to describe in words.
"Zhou, Zhou Qingyan," Yu Jiao saw a wisp of wet black mist in front of her. She reached out and grasped it. The black mist was wrapped in a soft touch that felt like flesh. She didn't dare to think too much. Her tone was anxious and panicked: "You, you let him go quickly... If you don't let him go, he will die!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the black air wrapped around her from the feet, and Yu Jiao was completely immersed in the cold and gloomy mist. The black air in her hand directly wrapped around her wrist and pulled her into Zhou Qingyan's terrifying open chest.
Zhou Qingyan lowered his eyes.
Ask her: "Are you feeling sorry for him?"
Yu Jiao suppressed her fear and looked at him.
The man's gaze was cold and sinister, his eyes filled with blood mist glued to her face, giving her the impression that those horrific methods would be used on her in the next moment.
Fortunately, this was just her illusion.
Zhou Qingyan probably saw the fear in her eyes, and the position of his body in close contact with Yu Jiao slowly changed to an acceptable appearance, but the blood that seeped out could not be stopped.
"No, don't talk nonsense..." Yu Jiao swallowed her saliva, and kept hinting in her heart that the person in front of her was Zhou Qingyan, the Zhou Qingyan who had lived in her house for several days and worked hard as a nanny. She took out a tissue from her pocket with trembling hands and handed it to him: "...Wipe the blood off your body first? You know I'm a coward. This scene is a bit scary... You should let that man go, don't kill people casually..."
Zhou Qingyan didn't take it. Yu Jiao's raised hand trembled constantly, so she simply patted his chest. The scar from the stitches was still there, the white stitches pricking her eyes. She wiped the fallen blood with a tissue and whispered her thoughts: "...Don't kill anyone."
Zhou Qingyan lowered his eyes and stared at her, staring at the pair of hands on her chest. The white tissue was stained red. She was shaking, but still wiped it carefully.
He couldn't take his eyes off her. The black mist that was wrapped around Zhang Mingjun slowly returned to his body. Zhang Mingjun, who got a breath, first fell to the ground and coughed violently a few times, then he leaned out with all his limbs.
Yu Jiao quickly let go of his hand and shouted at him, "You...you stop!"
Zhang Mingjun didn't dare to move.
Yu Jiao shouted, "If anyone knows a single word about what happened today, you'll be waiting...waiting for death!"
Zhou Qingyan's gaze fell on her.
"Jiaojiao..." His body instantly returned to a state acceptable to the naked eye, but he was reluctant to take back the blood, which flowed all over his body. He held Yu Jiao's wrist and continued to place it on the bloodstained place, his tone containing a hint of obvious trembling and joy: "...It doesn't matter if it is told to others. No one will believe him, and no one will find out about me... Jiaojiao, are you worried about me?"
"No," Yu Jiao said, throwing her hands up and glaring at him fiercely. "Don't be so conceited. I'm not worried about you... There's something wrong with that box of peanuts, right? I've seen a lot of people online saying that seemingly simple gifts actually contain valuable things. If it really is a valuable gift, just return it to him. There's no need to be so cruel, right?"
After thinking for a moment, he added, "Or... is there some shady conspiracy behind him?"
Zhou Qingyan had no idea. When he saw the man dressed up obviously and peeked in furtively, his jealousy surged uncontrollably. He had originally just wanted to teach him a lesson, but he couldn't control himself.
"There's a lot of malice in him."
Yu Jiao said "oh".
Holding Zhou Qingyan's arm, she walked out. Zhou Qingyan glanced at her and curled his lips without reminding her of the ambiguity of this action. Yu Jiao subconsciously walked in the shade of the trees, took out her mobile phone while walking, and called up the bank card interface.
"Help me take a look," she handed over her phone. "There's a huge amount of money suddenly added to my bank card balance. Could this be a new scam?"
Zhou Qingyan glanced at it casually.
“It’s not a scam.”
"What should we do then?" Yu Jiao said with a frown, "It's such a huge sum of money...why don't we go to the bank and ask about the situation?"
Suddenly he bumped into Zhou Qingyan.
Yu Jiao glared at him resentfully. The smile in Zhou Qingyan's eyes made her slightly stunned. Suddenly, an incredible thought popped up in her mind. She looked at the amount displayed on her phone, then at the man's smiling face, and pointed at him: "... Is this money yours?"
"No," this sentence was like cold water poured on Yu Jiao's head. She frowned, but the next moment, Zhou Qingyan said: "It's not mine, it's yours."
Yu Jiao's eyes widened, unable to accept this huge pie for a moment. She asked again and again, and got Zhou Qingyan's accurate answer -
"Jiaojiao, this money is yours. It's my advance payment for your rent and your taking me in... Also, it's my advance payment to you as your lover's salary. Um... You can spend it in advance, and you can also use my body in advance. I don't need any official status for the time being..."
His expression turned gloomy. "But besides me, I can't guarantee the safety of any man who appears around you."
"I know..."
Yu Jiao ignored his words, her mind full of the good news that had suddenly arrived. At this moment, she didn't want to be a good student who "returned the lost money". Zhou Qingyan was already dead, and he had no place to spend the money. She accepted the money with a clear conscience. She carefully counted the zeros behind the digits and waved her hand: "Let's go to the mall. I want to go shopping."
Zhou Qingyan looked at her smiling eyes that were like crescent moons, and the black energy replaced his palm to hook her wrist and rub it affectionately.
Invisible to the naked eye, Yu Jiao was completely wrapped in thick black fog. Her arms and ankles were entangled in the black fog to varying degrees, like a strong bond that tightly tied Yu Jiao to Zhou Qingyan, making her unable to bear even half a step away.
…
Shi Wanning eventually resigned. She was thin-skinned, and the overt and covert ridicule from her colleagues made her unable to hold her head up. Moreover, the company received continuous complaints from users because of the cheating scandal, and some players even reported it to the regulatory authorities. The company, which was once a rising dark horse company in Qingcheng City, has become a shell company.
She had come to Qingcheng City with great ambitions. The job she was going to get after graduation was beyond the reach of many of her classmates, and her salary was much higher than that of her peers. However, in just half a year, she had become the talk of the town at class reunions... She could no longer stay in Qingcheng City and had to return to her hometown. However, she had not expected that Yu Jiao's heart would be so vicious that even her parents' shop was threatened. There were almost no secrets in the small county town. The neighbors spread the news that she was the third party and ruined the boss's relationship. Her parents were unable to raise their heads. Shi Wanning was in tears and could only pack up her things and return to Qingcheng City - she had nowhere else to go.
After living in the house that Cheng He rented for her for a few days, she finally succeeded in intercepting him at the gate of Cheng He's community.
Shi Wanning stood at the gate of the residential complex, facing the morning breeze. The moment she saw the man, tears welled up in her eyes. She cried, "Mr. Cheng, you're finally back... I miss you so much. If you don't come back, I really don't know what to do."
Cheng He subconsciously frowned, pried open the woman's hand that was about to hug his waist, grabbed her wrist and led her to the deserted alley at the door, lowering his voice and scolding: "Did you send that email? I warned you not to spread this!"
"...It wasn't me," Shi Wanning defended herself in a low voice, "Liu Jing said she wanted to help me get justice. She said you hated Yu Jiao and wanted to get rid of her, and asked me to help you escape from this suffering... I didn't expect it would develop to this point. Mr. Cheng, my parents don't want me, I have a home I can't return to, and I only have you now... You can't abandon me!"
Now is not the time to worry about such things. Cheng He looked no better than Shi Wanning at the moment. The dark stubble on his gentle face looked unusually cut. He stared at the crying Shi Wanning coldly, unable to hide his irritation, and loosened his hand that was pinching her wrist.
"You're not worthy of mentioning her name. Yu Jiao is my girlfriend, my future wife, and you were just my drunken distraction. You took advantage of me being drunk and stayed in my room. I never forced you. Why are you pretending to be a loyal heroine in front of me now?"
"Mr. Cheng," Shi Wanning couldn't imagine that the man who had been so gentle and affectionate in bed before could now look so heartless. She whispered, struggling, "You said before... you liked me..."
Cheng He pinched his swollen brows tightly, unwilling to say more to her: "You believe what we said in bed? What's more, I didn't bother you, but you actually came to me on your own initiative. If you hadn't taken the photos behind my back, how could this matter be exposed! You guys ruined my marriage! The company is also ruined!"
His eyes were red, and the look he gave Shi Wanning was no longer as gentle and refined as before. He was furious like a beast that devoured raw meat and drank blood. He clenched his fists and endured it. He suddenly turned around and picked up the suitcase beside him. The suitcase fell to the ground, and the contents inside rushed out.
He yelled, "Get out! Get out of here! This is my Yu Jiao's wedding room, get out of here!"
Shi Wanning was so frightened by his appearance that she fell to the ground. Even after dressing up carefully, she still couldn't hide the paleness of her face. She hugged her body tightly and shivered in the cold wind, staring at the man's back with disgust, wishing she could get away from him. The last hope in her heart shattered bit by bit - she finally tasted the bad consequences of her initial decision. If those thoughts at that time had not been put into practice, how could she have ended up in this situation now?
She covered her face and cried.
Cheng He returned to the bridal chamber.
Everything in the room was selected by him and Yu Jiao, and more of it was Yu Jiao's suggestions. When he was busy working overtime, she would lean next to him with her mobile phone, carefully selecting the furniture and small items for the wedding room. She also used her first month's salary to buy an ergonomic chair for him to sit comfortably on to work, and occasionally used her warm hands to soothe the headache caused by working all night.
But now, he looked at the warm wedding room and thought of Yu Jiao's disgusted tone on the other end of the phone. His heart seemed to be gnawed by millions of termites and rotted into pieces. He threw the suitcase away, held on to the shoe cabinet in the entrance, and sat down on the ground.
I didn't dare take another step inside.
He is dirty.
He will dirty the clean wedding room.
His only asset now is this house. The company's bankruptcy is inevitable. The balance in his bank card has been frozen. The house was bought with half of his parents' money plus his first pot of gold. It is the wedding house prepared for him and Yu Jiao... It is the warm harbor in his heart and the only thing that can keep Yu Jiao. He can't dirty it.
Cheng He went into the bathroom to take a shower, rubbed himself clean, and even used coarse salt and disinfectant, rubbing his skin until it became red, swollen and rotten. Finally, he stopped and spent the night on the sofa. When he woke up the next day, he shaved his beard and changed into clean clothes. Although the man in the mirror was a little scary because of his thinness, Xiao Jiao would feel sorry for him, right?
With anxious expectation, Cheng He went to Yu Jiao's home.
Standing in front of Yu Jiao's door, Cheng He nervously adjusted his clothes and hair. On the one hand, he thought that a pitiful image could reduce his girlfriend's anger, but on the other hand, he was afraid that his sloppy appearance would impact the perfect image in her memory. He stood in front of the door for a long time, and mustered up the courage to press the doorbell.
In the house.
Zhou Qingyan was wearing an apron bought specially for him. He knew well that once an apron is put on, it can never be taken off. However, he was still willing to go to the kitchen. There was crucian carp soup stewing in the pot. He stood there for a while, and his eyes must shift to Yu Jiao. His dark gaze was like solidified glue, letting the black mist act as a medium to entangle the unconscious woman.
Then, his brows suddenly furrowed.
I smelled a familiar, foul smell.
This aura had once made him deeply jealous, and he wanted to replace it—
It’s Cheng He.
He is here.
Zhou Qingyan watched Yu Jiao leave the sofa and go to open the door. The thick fog around his body began to spread. The black gas emitting an ominous atmosphere carried a cold and murderous aura, as if it was going to pierce the chest of the person behind the door. But soon, he stretched out his hand and pinched the black fog out of thin air to prevent it from moving forward - no, if he killed Cheng He in front of Yu Jiao, not only would Yu Jiao be afraid of him, but she might even blame him for Cheng He's death. How could a living person compare to a dead person?
Even if Cheng He did something wrong.
As long as he dies, it will be like a veil of pity is invisible on his face, and whenever people recall his death, the mistakes he made will be erased for no reason. If they meet a soft-hearted and kind person, as time goes by, they may feel even more distressed when they recall his death - how can he get away with it in vain?
Zhou Qingyan admired himself. Even when he was burning with jealousy, he was able to turn down the heat of the stewed fish soup. Then he slowly wiped off the fishy smell on his fingers with a tissue, pushed open the kitchen door, and leaned against the wall quietly waiting for Cheng He's arrival.
Yu Jiao opened the door and muttered, "Who could it be at lunch time?" As soon as the door opened a crack, the man outside grabbed the door handle with his hand, as if trying to squeeze in. Yu Jiao looked up in shock, and her brows drooped instantly.
"Cheng He, we made it very clear on the phone that we've broken up... Don't come to me again and act like you're going to pester me to the end. It'll make me even more disgusted."
"Xiao Jiao," Cheng He said with a bitter face, half of his body blocking the gap of the door, preventing her from closing it, and pleadingly: "Can we talk it over in detail? I really don't want to break up... We've been together for four years, let me go in and talk."
Yu Jiao was no match for him, and Cheng He successfully entered the room, quickly closed the door, and grabbed Yu Jiao's wrist. A cool breeze suddenly blew, and his fingertips seemed to touch something sticky and thick, which made the back of his head numb. When he came to his senses, Yu Jiao was standing a few steps away, staring at him.
Cheng He gave her a weak, ingratiating smile.
The smile only stayed on his face for a moment before it was stuck to his face by something invisible, as if the winter frost was slowly freezing along the blood vessels on his face. The smile that showed tenderness and pleading eventually became as stiff and ugly as a deathly one.
Cheng He stared at the man who suddenly walked out with wide eyes.
Zhou Qingyan stood behind Yu Jiao, bent down in front of him, put his hands around the woman's waist, and rested his chin affectionately on her shoulder.
"——Jiaojiao."
He sighed and called her name.
I can't help it.
I can't help it.
I can't help it at all.
The moment he saw Cheng He appear in front of her, the spark of jealousy burned his reason. The smell of Cheng He in the air made him feel a violent and murderous intent. He hugged Yu Jiao from behind, greedily sniffing her breath, and barely suppressed it.
The temperature in the house suddenly dropped several degrees. Outside the window was a sunny day, but inside was covered by a raging black fog, as cold and gloomy as the dark breath surging from the ground. It grew more and more in Cheng He's frightened eyes, and the sticky black swamp that was visible to the naked eye was crawling to his feet.
He heard Zhou Qingyan's jealous and frantic voice ringing in his ears——
"Are you worthy of Jiaojiao's love?"
He watched helplessly as his girlfriend, who was about to marry him, was held in the arms of Zhou Qingyan, who was not sure whether he was a human or a ghost. He longed to see fear and a cry for help in Yu Jiao's eyes, so that he would get her back even at the risk of his life. However, there was only disgust for him in her eyes, as if she was turning a blind eye to the evil ghost behind her.
Cheng He's feet sank into the swampy mud.
Zhou Qingyan stared gloomily at his haggard yet still handsome face. He suddenly pinched Yu Jiao's chin and moved his head in front of her in a strange position. His voice was filled with undisguised jealousy and violence: "Jiaojiao, tell him - do you like him or me more?"
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