Chapter 131 A Gentleman's Character is Like a Steadfast Jade Pendant (6)
“But,” Shi Yu paused for a moment before slowly speaking, “it’s just a message, what does that prove? I’ve received much crazier messages before.”
He looked directly into Shu Ningmiao's eyes: "...Right?"
As long as someone has a melancholic and beautiful face, there will always be people who will imagine him to have a special personality. Shi Yu has never lacked ardent suitors at school, including some who are obsessed with cutting their wrists. Shu Ningmiao knows this all too well.
But at that moment, she could almost intuitively conclude that Yeung Wah's disappearance was definitely related to him.
Since Su Ni and Achini were the ones who instructed Yang Hua to frame Erici, who else would need to silence her after their deaths?
Shi Yu was so eager to erase the traces of that time because she was afraid that after Achini's death, she would reopen old grudges, find out that Yang Hua had also been involved with him, and discover other clues.
If Shi Yu couldn't possibly join Prometheus, then it must be a deeper connection, like... the person behind Achini.
She always knew what kind of person Shi Yu was.
Cold-blooded, hypocritical, and mentally ill.
From his distant childhood, Shi Yu has been able to treat other people's lives as piano keys, pressing them indifferently.
She knew all about his dark and unsavory side, but holding onto the glamorous young prince of the Shi family's weakness, she only used this secret as a balancing factor in their fake relationship.
I never imagined—
Since then, has Shi Yu truly listened to her mother and been willing to live a "normal" life?
His words were half-truths, vague and unclear, like mud and sand churning in murky water. She could reach out and grab a handful, but she didn't know what even more filthy things were hidden in the remaining muddy water.
Shu Ningmiao stood on the steps, looking down at him.
The headlights behind the boy slowly lit up. He stood against the light, bathed in a blinding halo of white light, his face gradually becoming indistinct, like a dead bird covered in feathers.
Shi Yu interlaced her fingers together, making a picture frame gesture, and whispered something only the two of them understood.
His lips moved, but the shape of his lips changed silently. Shu Ningmiao could only understand the first half of the sentence in the glaring headlights.
Several lip shapes combined together form a silent half-sentence.
He said, "I won't hurt you."
Her eyelids twitched slightly.
Just then, the shadow behind her leaned slightly forward, its fingertips lightly brushing against the back of her hand.
Shu Changyan turned his head toward her, lowering his gaze, as if asking her if he could make a move.
...He wouldn't mind killing Shi Yu here.
Whether it's the Shi family or the Public Security Bureau, even if things escalate, he can handle the aftermath.
After a while, Shu Ningmiao shook her head very slightly.
Having received her answer, Shu Changyan obediently lowered his hand and instead grabbed her forearm. Shu Ningmiao noticed a subtle displeasure in his tightening knuckles, which was quickly smoothed over by another emotion.
Shi Yu's voice sounded distant in the light: "I will have a formal dress delivered the day before the banquet."
He slowly took out his terminal and swiped it, smiling as he looked into the eyes above the steps, saying each word carefully, "I'm waiting for my girlfriend, my fiancée—before the engagement is officially dissolved, don't forget, I'm still your boyfriend."
He wasn't even looking at Shu Ningmiao when he said those words; every single one was a pure provocation to her.
Watching the Shi family's car drive away, she returned to the house and casually tossed the invitation on the table. Shu Changyan put down his gun and reached out to put the invitation away for her.
Shu Ningmiao turned around and her gaze fell on his knuckles, which were gripping the invitation with some force.
His emotions were so obvious that she felt compelled to say something: "You can't shoot in a residential area."
Shu Changyan had never so openly displayed his emotions in front of her before, and her silent indulgence had led to his increasingly outrageous demands.
Shu Changyan picked up a rag from the table and wiped the muzzle of the gun. He lowered his head and listened to her speak, his sharpness completely concealed. He said calmly, "Just to scare him."
Long, strong fingers pressed down on the gun, slid across the table, and came to a steady stop beside her hand.
Shu Ningmiao did not refuse. She sat down and leaned back in her chair, naturally taking the gun in her hand to examine it: "This is not an ordinary gun, is it?"
Ordinary firearms have almost no deterrent effect against superhumans with some combat experience. For superhumans, cold weapons, which are more controllable, are more practical.
He pushed the gun into his sister's hand, picked up the rag again, and continued wiping the spotless table with a frown: "The secularized test product of the research center's Pandora, Dian-05. The bullet is made of insulating crystals from the Arctic. These crystals cannot react with Pandora and will not change trajectory because of Pandora. When it enters an ordinary person's body, it is just an ordinary bullet, but when it enters the body of a superhuman, the rate of disability will be 80% higher than that of an ordinary person."
The reason is simple: if fragments of the insulating crystal splash into the body of an ability user, they will cause a catastrophic rejection reaction with the Pandora within the body. This rejection can lead to atrophy of surrounding tissues in mild cases, and death in severe cases.
Shu Ningmiao fiddled with the trigger, her black hair loosely draped over her shoulders, swaying slightly, as if she were thinking about something else: "This gun is named Dian-05, because of Dian Stone?"
Shu Changyan paused for a moment: "Yes, the scientific name for insulating crystal is 'dianshi' (奠石).
She didn't press him further. After a moment of silence, she leaned forward, resting her arm on the table and looking at him from below, resting her chin on her hand: "Are you angry?"
They were separated by a long table, one sitting and one standing, but she looked up at him first, and his subtle emotions instantly shifted.
Shu Changyan didn't speak immediately. He reached across the table, grabbed one of her hands, and gently stroked it. There was no displeasure on his face. His light-colored eyes stared at her, and he looked very calm.
A smile appeared between his lowered brows, and his voice softened considerably: "I dare not."
He kissed her fingertips, unwilling to show her this uneasy state any longer: "Go to sleep."
His lips were burning hot, the heat easily scalding through his thin skin.
Shu Ningmiao abruptly withdrew her hand, stood up, and threw the gun back to him with a clatter: "Yours."
"Take it, just think of it as a toy." Shu Changyan didn't take it, and slowly put the gun and invitation together: "I don't need it, it was originally for you."
“You can use it to do your thing.” He made the absurd and incomprehensible suggestion with a calm expression: “There are six bullets inside, and the tracking information for each bullet is linked to me.”
"Why would I..." Shu Ningmiao pushed him away casually, then paused in her speech.
Shu Changyan walked around the table to her side, knelt down, and was incredibly gentle: "If you want to do something, just use me as a stepping stone."
Shu Ningmiao was slightly stunned by his shocking remark, but he had already stood up, bowed to her, and taken her hand, guiding her fingertips along the hem of his dress.
The cold, delicate fingertips traced his lean, straight waist upwards, tracing the crisscrossing scars, until they touched his chest covered with supple muscles.
The taut muscles had some prominent veins that throbbed when she touched them.
The soft fabric of the shirt clung to her hands, and the warmth that traveled through her skin instantly reached her heart, making her feel Shu Changyan's subtle tremor.
Her palm was pressed against his left chest, as if trying to penetrate his bones through his cool skin and seep into his beating heart.
Shu Changyan held her hand and watched her quietly for a while before leaning down to her and stopping just inches away.
Shu Ningmiao felt her mind instantly filled with all sorts of information, but none of it was useful. One of her hands was firmly pressed against his chest, and as his heartbeat rose and fell, she raised her other hand, stiffened for a moment, and finally let it fall down, only to gently tug at the hair by his ear.
Shu Changyan pressed his forehead against hers, his gaze focused, as if simply looking at her was enough to see the most beautiful things in the world: "I'm sorry, am I... being too jealous?"
"Do you believe him?" he asked softly, his calm voice brushing against her hair and reaching her ear: "Shi Yu."
“Brother lied, I’m sorry.” Before she could answer, Shu Changyan spoke again, his voice still calm, but with a subtle upward inflection at the end: “Back then, I really wanted to kill him.”
"I can't help but care, and getting angry is my problem... Can you please stop looking at other people and just look at me?"
He gently brushed her cheek with his fingertips, ran his long, slender fingers through her hair, casually combed through the strands, pinched her earlobe, and touched her eyebrows.
He held the back of her neck, stroking it gently back and forth, apologizing as he lowered his body and touched her eyes with his lips.
With each apology, his lips would gently and softly touch her forehead, cheeks, nose, and earlobes, until every inch of her skin was covered with his breath.
Shu Ningmiao was almost breathless from his kisses. Her fingers, which were pressed against his chest, slid down uncontrollably, grinding against his chest. Under the disheveled collar of his shirt, the full muscles were etched with long red marks as her fingertips dug in. Shu Changyan didn't even groan.
There was no hurried or anxious breath between his lips, not even any desire. His cool, soft lips landed on her neck, gentle and tender, yet without leaving any gaps, as if only by entwining themselves in an intimate distance could they maintain this sense of security.
From the first time he bought her something she liked, Shu Changyan had already vaguely sensed this despicable feeling. Shu Ningmiao couldn't cook at all, so he personally selected all the tableware and flowers on the table. He was extremely particular about everything from earrings to terminals. He didn't like anything else interfering in their world.
He wanted to possess her gaze, her life, everything about her, even though he knew very well that it was wrong. Love was born from the repeated accumulation of countless rational errors, which gave rise to this terrible form.
He could have kept watching her from a distance, but Shu Ningmiao suddenly let go, granting him permission to step out.
How could he not crave more?
Seeing that he had no intention of stopping, Shu Ningmiao looked up and dodged, causing Shu Changyan to stop abruptly and take two steps back.
Apart from a slight abnormal flush at the corner of his eyes, his expression was clear, calm, and serene, showing no signs of suppressed desire. However, his hair tie had just been torn off by her, his wet, black hair was disheveled, and the collar of his shirt was open and unkempt, revealing faint red marks on his chest.
He was nowhere near his usual bland demeanor.
Shu Ningmiao watched for a while, then reached out and cupped his face in her hands, leaned in and kissed him on the lips: "Okay... I really need to sleep now."
Her soft lips, like flower petals, moistened and pressed against his lips; their breaths briefly intertwined before separating again.
Shu Changyan still subconsciously tilted his head back, wanting to chase her kiss, before finally saying in a hoarse voice, "Okay, go to sleep."
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