Chapter 38 What I want is for him to truly love me.
Fireworks exploded one after another in the night sky that night, and the banquet finally came to an end.
Shen Yurou stood outside the Xiao family's gate, watching Jiang Yubai walk towards her.
His eyes seemed veiled in mist, reflecting only her image.
"Yu Rou," Jiang Yubai's voice was incredibly gentle, "I'll take you home."
Shen Yurou almost thought it was an illusion.
She instinctively turned around to look for the figure of the man in the black robe, but only saw Mingye standing in the shadows with a playful smile on his lips.
Inside the Jiang family's private car, Jiang Yubai's fingers ran through her long hair.
When his kiss landed on her lips, Shen Yurou tasted blood.
She had bitten her own lip. The man she had looked up to for five years was now kissing her with the same lips that had kissed Xiao Wanxing.
How ridiculous!
She should have been overjoyed, but instead felt only irony. Because this wasn't the real Jiang Yubai at all.
Sure enough, when the car stopped in front of the Shen family villa, Jiang Yubai suddenly frowned and released her as if waking from a dream:
"How...how did I get here?"
His gaze towards her turned distant again. "I'm sorry, Yu Rou, I...did I offend you?"
Shen Yurou forced a smile and shook her head, "No." But her nails dug into her palms.
After getting out of the car, she watched Jiang Yubai's car speed away, knowing that he was going back to find Xiao Wanxing.
"How does it taste?" Mingye's voice sounded behind her.
Shen Yurou turned around abruptly, her eyes filled with twisted hatred: "This isn't real at all! What I want is for him to truly love me!"
Mingye chuckled softly, his fingers stroking her trembling shoulders: "Then find me ninety-nine more people with golden light of merit."
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "With each additional person, his sincerity towards you grows stronger."
Ten souls lost over three years.
In the first year, Shen Yurou still had reservations.
She only dared to pick on elderly people who had no relatives or friends.
Grandma Li from the nursing home, Grandpa Zhang who's homeless on the street...
Each time she stabbed them in the back with dominoes, she would close her eyes and silently say, "Blame Xiao Wanxing."
The following year, she began to feel dissatisfied with the slow progress.
Teacher Zhou from the kindergarten had a dazzling golden aura above her head, but she was accidentally hit and killed by a car while escorting children across the road.
Dr. Chen, a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner who had been providing free medical consultations for ten years, committed suicide after dispensing the wrong medicine at a pharmacy...
By the time she reached the tenth person, she was able to watch without flinching as the other person turned into a dried-up corpse under the dominoes.
Jiang Yubai's attitude towards her remained politely distant.
"Why is it still not working?!"
One late night, she screamed at the dominoes.
Mingye's figure emerged from the black mist, toying with a wisp of golden light between his fingertips: "Because of the person you want most..."
He chuckled softly, "Xiao Wanxing, whom he loves, is still alive."
Shen Yurou was struck by lightning.
Yes, the golden light above Xiao Wanxing's head was more dazzling than all ten people combined.
However, the jade Guanyin that Xiao Wanxing wore since childhood was obtained from Mount Wutai by her maternal grandmother.
Shen Yurou had tried countless times, whether it was poisoning or a car accident, that magical artifact always protected Xiao Wanxing from danger.
Until the charity gala at the beginning of last month.
When Xiao Wanxing changed into her dress, she casually placed the jade Guanyin on the sink.
"Xingxing, you forgot your jade Guanyin." Shen Yurou smiled and handed over a wet wipe, but hidden under the cloth was a silver needle soaked in corpse oil.
Xiao Wanxing took it without warning, and the moment her fingertip was pierced, the jade Guanyin shattered in two with a crack.
Three days later, she lured Xiao Wanxing to the Yuhu Yao Villa and killed her.
"Is it okay now?" Shen Yurou knelt in front of the dominoes, her eyes gleaming with a morbid expectation. "Jiang Yubai should fall in love with me by now!"
Mingye shook his head regretfully: "Unfortunately, Xiao Wanxing's resentment was too strong before she died, and her soul polluted the golden light. If she is unwilling, I cannot obtain the golden light."
"But don't worry..."
He paused, then said, "I've already taken care of those thugs who witnessed you pushing Xiao Wanxing into the lake, and the surveillance footage from the entire villa area."
"Every time you kill someone for me later on, Jiang Yubai will love you a little more."
Thinking of this, Shen Yurou suddenly burst into laughter while sitting in the ward.
How ironic.
To this day, she has killed eleven people, yet Jiang Yubai now looks at her with the eyes of an enemy.
"It's alright." She wiped away the tears of laughter. "There's still Chen Yuepo."
The golden light emanating from the suddenly appearing real heiress was even more dazzling than that of Xiao Wanxing.
...
When Shen Yuepo returned to the Shen family villa, it was already evening.
Inside the living room, Shen Yichuan was fidgeting with his tie, seemingly waiting for someone.
Hearing the door open, he subconsciously looked up, and when he saw who walked in, he froze instantly, his pupils dilated slightly, and he even forgot to loosen his tie.
The person before me... is it Shen Yuepo?
No longer was that old, oversized, bluish-gray Taoist robe.
Wearing a beige ramie long gown with a diagonal placket, she looked slender and tall, and the simple color made her fair skin appear even more striking.
Under the crystal chandelier, those clear, cool eyes seemed like pearls cleansed of dust, radiating a breathtaking brilliance.
For the first time, Shen Yichuan realized with such clarity that his "sister," who had been separated from him for eighteen years, possessed such astonishing looks and demeanor.
This kind of beauty is not the delicate and refined beauty of Shen Yurou, but rather a natural and aloof solitude.
His Adam's apple bobbed, as if he wanted to say something.
But Shen Yuepo's gaze swept over him indifferently, as if sweeping over an unimportant piece of furniture, before she walked straight through the living room and headed for the stairs.
Shen Yichuan's words caught in his throat, leaving only anger and embarrassment at being slighted.
Shen Yuepo returned to her room, casually tossed the clothes she had bought that day onto the floor, and then walked to the table.
On the table was a clean white porcelain bowl that she had brought from the kitchen.
Without any hesitation, she deftly swept her left wrist across her wrist.
Crimson blood gushed out instantly, dripping onto the bottom of the white porcelain bowl. Soon, a small half-bowl of warm blood had filled the bowl.
After doing all this, her face paled slightly.
She raised her hand and gently tapped the white jade bracelet on her wrist three times.
"Feng Jin, come out."
The white jade bracelet trembled slightly, and a cold aura spread out.
"What is it?" His voice was low and cold.
Shen Yuepo pointed to the bowl of blood on the table, "This is a gift of thanks to you. Thank you for checking on Shen Yurou's body at the hospital today."
A tall and slender figure slowly materialized in the room.
Feng Jin maintained his indifferent and domineering demeanor, his unfathomable black eyes sweeping over the blood bowl on the table, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.
His gaze fell on the slightly bleeding wound on her wrist, and his eyes suddenly turned cold, as if the temperature around them had dropped even further.
"No need."
His voice carried obvious displeasure, "Your constitution is special; bloodletting will deplete your vital energy, reducing your power by at least 30%."
Shen Yuepo's cold eyes flickered slightly, a hint of surprise flashing across them.
"How did you know I have a special constitution?" she blurted out, her voice betraying her wariness.
"I noticed it when I was healing you at the ancestral home in Qingchuan that night."
"At that time I knew that the white jade bracelet could not only soothe my internal injuries, but also be a magical artifact for soothing your body."
He slightly raised his hand, his fingertips lightly touching the white jade bracelet on Shen Yuepo's wrist.
A faint black current was slowly flowing from the bracelet into Shen Yuepo's skin.
"Without this bracelet nourished by a thousand years of ghostly energy, you would have already..."
Feng Jin paused, not continuing, but the meaning was crystal clear—
She may have already passed away.
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