On that stormy night, Xu Zhuohua had asked many times, but Cheng Wenyun remained silent and did not utter a word.
Her eyes were filled with confusion and fear, as if something was troubling her, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.
After Madam Cheng returned, she asked Cheng Wenyun several times, and Cheng Wenyun complained that she was sleepy and wanted to go upstairs to sleep.
"I'll sleep with you tonight." Madam Cheng looked at Cheng Wenjun's pale face and felt extremely distressed.
"No, Mother, I'm just tired. I'll be fine after a nap. Brother Shaozun is taking me horseback riding early tomorrow morning, so I want to rest early."
Mrs. Cheng did not insist any further.
Night had fallen, and the rain pattered against the window. Xu Zhuohua lay in bed, unable to fall asleep. Her brows were furrowed, her heart filled with worry for Cheng Wenjun.
Cheng Muyun witnessed this scene. He gently took her hand, trying to soothe her emotions, his voice soft and deep, tinged with doting: "Why are you so worried? Are you overthinking things?"
Xu Zhuohua took his hand and held it gently. "I'm a little flustered. I don't know what that old woman said to Wenjun."
Seeing her like this, Cheng Muyun couldn't help but lean down, gently brushing his nose against her face, his warm breath brushing against her ear.
What else can I say? Aren't you overthinking it?
Feeling a ticklish sensation from his teasing, Xu Zhuohua shrank her neck. The man reached out with his other hand and unbuttoned the first button on her clothes. "It's late at night with a light rain. Such a nice atmosphere. Don't think about those upsetting things anymore."
The night was hazy, the rain pattered softly, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the room. Xu Zhuohua's face instantly turned bright red.
Cheng Muyun had already grasped most of Xu Zhuohua's weaknesses.
The warm, large hand aroused Xu Zhuohua, igniting her desire.
On the bedside table was a glass of warm water. Cheng Muyun pinched it between his fingers, took a big gulp, and his index and middle fingers were slightly damp from the warm water. He lowered his head and kissed her lips, while using his other hand to lift her arm above his head.
Xu Zhuohua couldn't help but groan and arch her body.
Cheng Muyun's lips moved down her skin, and his arms wrapped around her slender waist.
Slender arms covered his broad back.
"Ah... Cheng Muyun..."
The man's breath grew hotter and hotter, falling on her lower abdomen. "Zhuohua, call my name."
“Mu…Yun…”
"I am here……"
Her slender fingers steadied the water glass beside her pillow, then reached into it, spilling most of the water. Xu Zhuohua arched her body like a shrimp as she pressed her hand down.
"I want you..."
Cheng Muyun chuckled softly and lifted one of Xu Zhuohua's legs onto his shoulder.
This... made Xu Zhuohua's already flushed face turn even redder.
Cheng Muyun took a step forward, and Xu Zhuohua gripped his arm tightly, her nails digging deep into it.
Suddenly, there was a muffled thud outside the window, as if something had hit the ground.
Both of them stopped what they were doing. Xu Zhuohua felt a jolt of surprise. She pushed Cheng Muyun's shoulder away, "You... come out first..."
Cheng Muyun reluctantly got up and casually picked up a piece of clothing and draped it over Xu Zhuohua's shoulders.
The two walked to the window. The rain had turned from light to heavy, and the light from the porch made the puddles on the ground look white and dazzling.
The white curtains next door were blown outside by the wind, fluttering like two white ribbons dancing in the air, looking particularly eerie.
Xu Zhuohua's heart tightened.
The room next door is occupied by Cheng Wenjun.
She grabbed Cheng Muyun's hand, her eyes filled with fear, "Is it Wen Yun?"
Cheng Muyun frowned deeply, grasped Xu Zhuohua's hand, and froze on the spot.
"……arts…"
The fear welled up in the man's heart almost overwhelmed him, but he still tried to keep himself calm.
Xu Zhuohua leaned out of the window, but there was nothing on the ground.
There's nothing on the ground.
Cheng Muyun breathed a sigh of relief, turned and walked towards the door, Xu Zhuohua immediately followed.
He knocked for a long time, but there was no response from inside.
The man grew increasingly anxious, his voice becoming increasingly agitated: "Wenjun, it's me, your second brother! Open the door!" He slammed his fist heavily against the door, making a "thump-thump" sound.
Seeing this, Xu Zhuohua couldn't help but press down on his shoulder and whisper, "Kick him away." Her voice carried a hint of helplessness, but her tone was very firm.
Cheng Muyun was unwilling to believe his guess, but the silence inside confirmed his terrifying suspicion.
The man raised his leg and, with all his might, kicked the door open.
The door panel fell directly to the ground with a loud "bang."
A bolt of lightning struck down with a deafening roar, illuminating the pitch-black room.
Cheng Muyun seemed to see a terrifying scene, frozen in place, eyes wide open, forgetting even to breathe.
Xu Zhuohua peeked out from behind Cheng Muyun.
Under the lightning, Cheng Wenyun's body hung inside the house.
A white silk ribbon hung from the roof beam. The wind blew open the curtains, and dense rain blew in. The puddles on the ground reflected Cheng Wenyun's pale and ferocious face.
"ah--!"
Xu Zhuohua's scream completely woke Cheng Muyun up.
He rushed in and lifted Cheng Wenyun down.
Xu Zhuohua, clutching her rapidly heaving chest, walked to Cheng Wenjun's side.
She suppressed her fear and reached out to touch Cheng Wenyun's body; it was already cold...
"vomit……"
Xu Zhuohua almost vomited.
Cheng Muyun reached out to touch Cheng Wenyun's neck, and found that her pulse had stopped.
Cheng Wenyun hanged herself.
In the last moments before dawn.
It's less than a month until Cheng Wenyun and Liang Shaozun's wedding.
Xu Zhuohua looked at Cheng Muyun with heartache, only to see his eyes shining as he stared intently at Cheng Wenyun's cold body.
His heart was broken; his dearest sister was dead.
Xu Zhuohua pulled Cheng Muyun's hand away from Cheng Wenyun's neck, rubbed her hands together, and whispered, "It's okay, Cheng Muyun, it's okay." She tried to soothe him with her voice and help him recover from the shock.
Cheng Muyun gradually came to his senses. He absentmindedly hugged Xu Zhuohua's body, but his hand recoiled the moment it touched her warm body.
He raised his head, his eyes filled with confusion: "Zhuohua, my sister... Wenjun, is she... dead?" His voice trembled slightly, making him seem particularly helpless.
Xu Zhuohua hugged the man's head and whispered, "It's okay, it's okay, Cheng Muyun, you can cry if you want to." Her voice was choked with sobs, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Cheng Muyun remained motionless, as if nailed to the spot.
Xu Zhuohua's shouts attracted Madam Cheng and Cheng Yuguang.
Madam Cheng turned on the light and saw the white silk hanging from the roof beam, Cheng Wenyun lying on the ground, and Cheng Muyun in a daze.
She instantly understood something, opened her mouth as if to say something, but couldn't utter a word.
Cheng Yuguang held his wife's limp body, looked at his daughter's corpse, and let out a mournful roar.
The room was filled with a suffocating sadness.
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