Imperial Capital, outskirts.
Dozens of bloodied, mangled male corpses lay scattered on the ground.
Blood seeped from their wounds, staining the ground a dark red.
The vast, abandoned factory reeked of blood, a scene reminiscent of hell.
"Mr. Fu,"
Yang Yi looked at the man with blood at the corner of his mouth and spoke cautiously.
"Madam is already dead, you…"
Mr. Fu had already vomited blood twice after seeing Madam's body.
If this continues, the old illness will flare up again, and the consequences will be unimaginable.
"Shut up!"
Mr. Fu cut off Yang Yi's words, his handsome and refined face carrying a chilling severity.
But when he turned to look at Shi Wan, he returned to his gentle demeanor.
"She's not dead, she won't die."
As he spoke, he carried Shi Wan in his arms and walked out, his movements gentle as if he were holding the most precious thing in the world.
"Wanwan, don't be afraid, I'll take you home."
Fu Tingchen stepped over the corpses of the assassins, his handsome and refined face brewing a sinister and terrifying aura.
"Chop these corpses up and feed them to the dogs."
Yang Yi nodded.
Fu Family Manor.
The Young Madam is dead?!
Seeing Fu Tingchen carrying Shi Wan's corpse as he walked in, everyone was scared stiff, their faces pale.
They knew the Young Madam was the Young Master's life.
Now, the Fu family's world was about to collapse.
Thinking of this, they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
The vast manor fell into an eerie silence.
Yang Yi didn't dare to delay and immediately sent someone to inform Old Master Fu about the situation.
Inside the room.
Shi Wan, cleaned up and dressed in a white gown, lay peacefully on the bed.
Her face was delicate, and her long, curly hair cascaded across the pillow.
Aside from the terrifying marks on her neck and the lack of breath, she looked as if she were asleep.
Fu Tingchen sat beside the bed, quietly gazing at Shi Wan. His dark, swirling eyes held an almost consuming tenderness.
The last sliver of light outside the window faded, and the world was plunged into darkness.
"Wanwan,"
Fu Tingchen gently caressed Shi Wan's cheek, his voice extremely low and hoarse.
"Actually, until the very end, you still hated me, didn't you?"
Fu Tingchen tenderly rubbed Shi Wan's hand, his crimson eyes filled with self-mockery and desolation.
"You hated that I used any means necessary to keep you by my side."
"You hated that I restricted your freedom."
"You hated my pathological possessiveness."
"You hated... everything about me."
A self-deprecating, cold smile played on his face.
"But what can I do?"
Fu Tingchen chuckled, but his long, dark eyes were like stagnant water.
"My world is dark and filthy. You're the only light that has shone through. Once I've touched you, I can't let go."
He looked at Shi Wan for a long, long time, then leaned down and kissed her lips.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure everyone who hurts you meets a fate worse than death."
Fu Tingchen walked out.
"Wait for me. It won't be long."
The bloodlust emanating from him was so intense that it almost solidified the air.
Fu Tingchen didn't know that Shi Wan's soul was standing beside him, following him with a detached expression.
For some unknown reason, after her death, she was trapped as a soul within a three-meter radius of Fu Tingchen.
Unable to leave, unable to escape.
When he moved, she could only follow.
Shi Wan curved the corners of her mouth, her eyes filled with helplessness.
She hadn't expected that even in death, Fu Tingchen wouldn't let her go.
However, what Shi Wan wanted to know more at this moment was...
Who exactly sent those people to kill her?
Her thoughts drifted back to before the accident.
Shi Wan had received a phone call, informing her that her Uncle had suddenly fallen ill and had been taken to her hospital.
Upon receiving the news, she drove there as fast as she could.
But halfway there, a truck suddenly and without warning, slammed into her.
The distance was too close, and the truck had lost control too suddenly; Shi Wan hadn't had time to react.
After a violent spinning, she was dragged out of the car and taken to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.
And then, she was strangled to death.
It wasn't until Fu Tingchen held her corpse tightly in his arms that she regained consciousness.
Of course, she was already in a soul state at that point.
Just then.
"Creak—"
The sound of a door opening interrupted Shi Wan's memories.
The scene before her made her pupils contract.