Chapter One: The Suicide

  Su Mei Liang walked into the hotel lobby, unable to figure out what she wanted to do. She only knew that her legs seemed to no longer belong to her, trudging on the thick carpet, her legs were so soft they could hardly lift up.

  No. 1414

  She touched the dagger in her bag, a sense of humiliation and anger that she had been deceived and played with made her dizzy.

  Is it true that swift and decisive is the essence of an affair?

  Four hours later, even the chaotic streets would be swept clean. Neither of them drove here, so it's possible that she had already taken a taxi and left when she wasn't paying attention.

  God, forgive her timid rage and complicated despair!

  Su Mi Liang begged, rang the doorbell, but there was no movement inside. She waited for a while at the door, but still there was no movement inside. She let out a long sigh and was about to turn back.

  The door creaked open with a "creak", and the thick wooden door was pulled open a crack, revealing half of a woman's body from the gap.

  The woman narrowed a pair of cat-like lazy eyes, her curly hair sensually falling on the white nightgown, and when she saw Su Miling, those lazy eyes suddenly widened.

  This face almost made Su Mianliang collapse!

  It was her best friend Han Biyun!

  Su Miling kicked open the door with one foot, her eyes blazing with anger, and stormed in. Han Biyun's unexpected cry of surprise made Zhou Jinyu, who was lying on the bed, suddenly wake up with a start. He grabbed the thin quilt to cover his body and looked up to meet Su Miling's astonished gaze as she walked up to the bedside.

  He lowered his eyelids to calm down, and his gaze passed over Su Miling's coolness towards the door, where Han Biyun glanced at him, the latter releasing her small hand that had covered her red lips in fright, and quietly closed the door with a knowing look.

  Su Mei Liang took a clear look at Zhou Jin Yu's face and her spirit completely collapsed!

  Tears gushed down instantly, and she yelled at him: "How long? How long have you been?"

  "It's been half a year, I'm sorry, I was planning to confess to you——"

  "Half a year? You're kidding me!" Su Mie Liang understood the underlying meaning of these words, she furiously waved her hands, "Damn scumbag, you've been bullying me for so long, I'm going to kill you."

  "Mí liáng, we're all adults now, is this really worth making a fuss about?" Zhou Jinyu said calmly, quickly putting on his clothes as if no one was around, without any shame of being caught in the act, and not even giving a glance to Su Miliang who was furious but looked ridiculous.

  Su Mei Liang was thoroughly enraged by his shamelessness, and with a surge of malice, she pulled out the dagger from her bag, opened it with both hands, and the gleaming blade flashed as she stabbed at Zhou Jin Yu, who was completely unguarded.

  "Don't, it's not his business, I like him, I took the initiative -" Han Biyun hastily dropped the half-dressed skirt and stumbled towards her side with force.

  "I'm going to kill you, Han Biyun - shameless mistress!" Su Miling was knocked off balance and spun around, Zhou Jinyu snapped out of his terror and hastily dodged to the side.

  Su Mei Liang's backhand strike was too powerful and Han Biyun fell to the ground, the latter using her hands and feet in an attempt to dodge the blade.

  "Biqiun——" Zhou Jinyu was shocked to the point of being chilled to the bone, and he quickly jumped down from the bed, disregarding the danger. He hugged Su Miling's arm from behind, covering her mouth with one hand, and commanded the panicked Han Biqiun, "Quickly put down the knife!"

  Su Mei's voice was muffled as the strong hand not only covered her mouth but also pinched her nose shut, she struggled wildly, waving her arms and kicking her legs, her angry cries were stifled into ambiguous "hmphs".

  Han Biyun suddenly stood up from the ground, her eyes gleaming with an eerie light. She pounced forward and grasped Su Miling's hand that was holding the knife handle with both hands, then Su Miling stared at her own wrist as it twisted in the opposite direction. The sharp blade, carrying a cold chill, made her blood vessels burst in pain.

  "She... she actually killed herself." Han Biyun's beautiful face twisted grotesquely, staring at the bloody wound on her chest with a dagger handle stuck in it, looking frightened.

  "Can a stupid and clumsy woman like her even manage to kill herself?"

  Zhou Jinyu said, slowly laying her limp body on the carpet, careful not to get any bloodstains on himself. Then, Su Miling's blurry vision was filled with incredulity - Zhou Jinyu, he actually...he would actually do this...pinching her hand, carefully grasping her weak fingers and covering them over the knife handle, pressing down hard.

  Su Mei's eyes widened in pain as she let out a cry, a thread of blood trickling from the corner of her lips: "You... you're so cruel."

  "Really? Jin Yu's heart softened, he lied just now so as not to make you sad;

  You're the mistress, we started earlier than you, from that summer vacation, the summer vacation when he got you, all these years, it's you who shared the love that belongs to me.

  "Who has you ruthless, enjoyed undeserved love, and still holds a knife to force marriage."

  Han Biyun squatted down and very seriously distorted the truth.

  Su Mei's heart ached extremely, and another mouthful of blood gushed out: "Why... why is it me?"

  "You're so stupid! The large sum of money your deceased father left you will eventually be swindled away by others. Rather than letting someone else take advantage of you, why not transfer it to us, who are the closest friends you have, after all these years?"

  Han Biyun smiled complacently.

  Su Mei Liang's heart was thoroughly filled with a desperate chill: "Jin Yu, is it... really like this?"

  "Yes, I wanted to settle with you earlier, but you're too stingy. It's been ten years and you still haven't been able to return the money cleanly. You should understand that transferring funds from your shell company to my name has consumed a lot of my patience and energy."

  Zhou Jinyu's words were even more ruthless, striking her so hard that she spat out a mouthful of blood.

  "You're lying, really - never - have you ever loved me?"

  Su Mei Liang asked in near despair.

  What do you love about me? Is it my flat chest and butt-less figure?

  Do you love going to bed like being forced into a silly pose?

  Do you love me for ten years like a dead fish lying still?

  Still love you, but when it comes to money, I have to ask clearly about the ins and outs of being stingy?

  Zhou Jinyu's thin lips curled into a faint smile, and he repeated his question, forcing Su Miling to be speechless, coughing up even more blood.

  "Let me tell you a secret, your home's bedroom, living room, and dining room all have our intimate memories. Every time he goes to bed with you, he would vomit afterwards, then come to my bed seeking comfort, begging me to agree to break up with you soon. Today isn't the day you rushed him into marriage, or else he wouldn't have revealed his weakness for you to catch. It's good this way, a one-time effort for all eternity."

  "It's almost time, don't let her really die here."

  Zhou Jinyu quickly put on his clothes and tidied up the scene with Han Biyun, then the two of them linked arms and smiled as they bid farewell to her: "Su Miling, goodbye!"

  "No, I guess we won't see each other in this lifetime. Let's meet again in the next life." Han Biyun smiled brightly.

  "——How hateful, if——time could flow backwards, I would make you two——wish you were dead." Su Mie Liang said intermittently.

  Then she watched as Han Biyun stumbled and staggered to the door, shouting hoarsely at the security guard: "Save me, murder! ——"

  "Don't let anyone see your face, hide in the bathroom and lock the door." Zhou Jinyu reminded calmly.

  A sound of opening doors came from the corridor outside, accompanied by a flurry of footsteps.

  She was tightly pinned in Zhou Jinyu's arms, and the blood from her chest wound flowed even faster: "Mingliang, don't be impulsive." The voice shouted very loudly.

  "Zhou: Jin Yu, you shouldn't have given up on acting, what a pity..."

  "This is all your fault, you've been plotting with a knife in mind, I have no choice but to hold on for a while, until the play is over, and then you will be... relieved."

  Zhou Jinyu's voice was close to her ear, speaking as if it were sweet nothings.

  "What's wrong?" asked the guest who was poking his head in from outside.

  "Oh no, hurry up and call the police!"

  " Ambulance! Ambulance!"

  After a while, the security guard brought the emergency personnel over. Zhou Jinyu carefully placed her on the stretcher and said, "Be gentle with her, she's afraid of pain."

  This deliberately concerned tone thoroughly disgusted Su Mie Liang to the point of fainting.

  ……

  Beep beep beep——

  The icy alarm clock rang out, like the sound of a glass ball bouncing down the stairs.

  Su Mei didn't even open her eyes, and with lightning speed, she stretched out her hand to turn off the alarm clock. Her brain was still a bit dizzy, but her body had already started struggling on the bed.

  The usual fatigue and exhaustion from lack of sleep did not arrive as scheduled, nor was there any heart-wrenching pain in her chest. It was as if she had a good night's sleep, and her refreshed spirit made her feel surprised. She opened her eyes with some astonishment.

  Her gaze began to wander - the morning light was faint, and the room was very dimly lit, but she still saw the furnishings of this room, the lace-edged canopy, the cross-stitch landscape decoration on the wall opposite her mother's hand-made, which filled her eyes with tears in an instant, a kind of familiarity that was strange to the extreme!

  She stared with wide eyes, was this a dream?

  She actually returned so vividly to the home that was once filled with warmth and love, yes, this is her room, it's the familiar little house she lived in for over a decade before going to college.

  She held her breath in tension, afraid that this was a fleeting dream - her gaze stayed on a yellow alarm clock in the shape of an ugly duckling, her fingers reached out and pressed it behind, her fingertips were icy cold, and the ticking sound suddenly started again.

  This is not a dream, visual, auditory, tactile are all so clear!

  Everything before my eyes is indeed real and vivid, but the scenes of those twenty-eight years in my dream are also clearly visible.

  If it were just a vague impression, Su Mei Liang wouldn't be so bewildered. But the movements in her dream were incredibly realistic - the agony of her father's death, the pain and exhaustion on her mother's face before she passed away, the boyfriend she had been with for years cheating on her with her best friend, being caught in the act, still protecting his mistress, and together they stabbed a knife into her chest. The despair that followed after being humiliated and betrayed, feeling as if her heart had turned to ash, all of it was vividly before her eyes!

  She could even recall clearly that her soul was floating above the cold and dismal funeral held by her relatives, looking at the few familiar faces coming and going, those people were superficially sad, but who was really sad for herself?

  If it were really relatives or friends, how could they be so calm and allow her to die in such an unclear manner? She was ashamed to the point of wanting to crawl out of the coffin, she really died too miserably.