"Yes!" This time, Fu Hanyi did not hesitate to answer. He turned around, curling his lips into a cold smile at Xie Yanchuan. "I want to see people if they're alive, and a corpse if they're dead. If you want to file a criminal case for your sister, bring her body to me!"
Xie Yanchuan was at a loss. "..."
He kept his mouth open, unable to utter another word, shocked by Fu Hanyi's ruthlessness.
As for me, already unable to feel the temperature of the outside world, my very soul shuddered with cold at that moment.
Yet, I smiled.
Fu Hanyi, this time, you will not be disappointed.
Though I do not know where my body is right now, one day, it will appear before your eyes!
What kind of expression will you have then?
I suppose it will be sheer indifference.
Fu Hanyi and Liang Xinwei left the police station, and I was forced to follow them.
Liang Xinwei tightly linked her arm through Fu Hanyi's, sighing in a low voice, "Hanyi, Sister really cared for you deeply, but she shouldn't have used such a method to win you back. Romance is a private matter, and wasting police resources is somewhat lacking in public civic duty. Oh, I really wonder how long she's going to make a fuss..."
"I'll have someone drive you back to the resort villa," Fu Hanyi interrupted Liang Xinwei, seemingly unwilling to listen further.
Instead, Liang Xinwei leaned closer against him, her tone ambiguous, "The birthday banquet is already over, so there's no real point in me going back. Hanyi, you must be exhausted from running around on Sister's account. Why don't we find a place to rest?"
The subtle implication was glaringly obvious.
She wanted to check into a hotel room with Fu Hanyi for some pleasure and romance.
The two of them had been on the verge of going to bed together that day, only to be interrupted by the phone call from the police station.
Today, she figured, it would finally happen.
Fu Hanyi curved his lips in a faint smile, reaching out to gently stroke Liang Xinwei's cheek. "There's still a meeting at the company, I need to hurry back. Some other day."
I was surprised, never expecting Fu Hanyi to refuse.
Liang Xinwei looked equally surprised, then acted coquettishly, "Yi, the meeting doesn't strictly require you to be there."
"It's a very important meeting." Fu Hanyi pulled his arm from her grip and opened the car door for Liang Xinwei. "Be a good girl."
A single word, conveying both pampering and command.
Liang Xinwei knew how to read the room, and obediently got into the car.
Fu Hanyi dropped Liang Xinwei off at the entrance of the resort villa before leaving.
Liang Xinwei waved at him with a beaming smile, "Hanyi, drive carefully, and remember to call me."
Yet the moment the car pulled out of sight, a cold, grim look settled over Liang Xinwei's face.
An icy chill radiated from her.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, gritting her teeth, "Wen Yuan, even in death you refuse to haunt me and let go!"
Hearing this, I was jolted with shock!
The police had not even determined my death yet, nor had my body been found—how could she conclude so definitively that I was dead?
Could it be that the person who killed me was Liang Xinwei!
A bone-chilling cold instantly spread through my entire body.
Why would she want to kill me? Was it because of Fu Hanyi?
Just for a man, she was willing to take my life!
This murderer who held human life so cheaply!
Fury filled my chest, and I swung my fist toward Liang Xinwei, but my soul suddenly drifted away, bringing me back to Fu Hanyi's side.
He seemed to have no destination, driving aimlessly through the traffic and following the signals of the traffic lights, wandering casually as the warm sunset glow faded into the hazy dusk, as if he had no idea where he should go.
Wasn't he supposed to go back to the company for a meeting?
Why did he look like he had lost his soul?
Driving until the sky was completely dark, Fu Hanyi finally pulled the car over to the side of the road.
After sitting in silence for a short while, he took out his phone, opened his photo album, and pulled up a picture of the two of us, zooming in on it.
I was surprised.
What was he trying to do?
In the photo, I was smiling brightly, while he wore a forced, lifeless smile.
From these details, it was actually quite evident that he did not love me.
Yet back then, I was like a fool, completely blind to it.
Fu Hanyi's thumb brushed right against my cheek, and I saw his fingers twitch slightly, as if he wanted to trace my face.
My heart skipped a beat.
Was this gesture of his a sign that he was missing me?
Could he possibly miss me?
I quickly asked myself in return.
The answer, naturally, was negative.
How could he possibly miss me? I was merely a plaything he used for amusement.
After looking at it for a moment, Fu Hanyi closed the photo album, rested his elbow on the car window, and lit a cigarette, smoking it leisurely.
He stared out at the quiet night scenery beyond the window, slowly exhaling a plume of smoke. The faint, gauze-like smoke drifted around his sharply defined facial features, making him appear even more profound and enigmatic.
What was he thinking?
I sat in the passenger seat, turning my head to look at this man I had loved so deeply, tears streaming uncontrollably from my eyes.
It was this extraordinarily handsome face that had made me fall for him at first sight, driven purely by infatuation with his appearance.
Nine months ago, when I was being harassed by a few thugs, I ran into Fu Hanyi. Wielding a wooden stick, he stepped forward to save me, shining with a brilliant radiance like a deity suddenly descending to the world, and in that instant, I was struck with awe.
He fought three men alone and beat back the thugs.
That heroic image instantly captured my heart.
Now that I thought about it, it was all nothing more than a staged act of a hero saving a damsel in distress, carefully orchestrated just to get close to me.
A cliché routine, yet I fell for it so easily.
Only, why did he want to get close to me and toy with me? Was it really just to play with the sincere heart of a poor girl?
When he found out that Liang Xinwei had murdered me, would he still think that fake, pure lotus of a woman was kind?
Would he feel even a shred of guilt toward me?
Hah.
How could he?
He held me in such utter contempt; how could he possibly feel any remorse over my death?
He would only feel a sense of relief.
An intense chill radiated from the man. I no longer wanted to stay by his side and prepared to leave, when I suddenly noticed that he had taken out his phone and was looking at our WeChat chat.
The chat history between him and me stopped on the day of my accident.
The last message was one I had sent him: Husband, I'm almost there.
At that time, I had just finished drawing blood, having managed to scrape together the money to buy his medicine. He had sent me a message asking when I would arrive, and I had replied with that.
It was the first time I had ever called him husband, but it was also the last.
I had thought to myself that since we were about to get engaged anyway, upgrading my form of address wasn't too much of a stretch.
We were engaged to be married, after all, making us even closer than ordinary boyfriend and girlfriend.
Yet Fu Hanyi never replied to me.
And yet, I hadn't realized at all the denial hidden beneath his silence, still looking forward to our future with joyful excitement, unaware that I was merely a creature trapped in the cage he had closed in on.
Fu Hanyi stared at the date on the message.
Five days ago.
I hadn't contacted him for five days.
This was something that had never happened since I first met him.
The very first thing I did upon waking up every morning was to wish him good morning.
The last thing I did before going to sleep was to wish him good night.
Thinking back now, every single day prior to that had actually been initiated by me.
Back then, deeply infatuated, I hadn't felt like I was always the one taking the initiative; but looking back now, there were signs everywhere, only my eyes had been blinded by love, rendering me completely unable to see anything.
Yet someone as clingy as me cutting off all contact for five days was truly an abnormal thing. Even if I had been abandoned by him, I loved him so deeply that if I weren't dead, it would have been impossible for me to let him go just like that.
I would definitely have pestered him relentlessly.
Yet I hadn't.
After that final phone call, I simply vanished from his world.
Fu Hanyi lifted the sun visor, his dark gaze staring ahead as if he truly felt that something had happened to me.
He started the car.
Several tens of minutes later, he arrived at his destination, which turned out to be Qingshui Bay, the place where I was murdered.
What was he doing coming here in the middle of the night?