Chapter 1: Bloody Tears

  This is an absolutely beautiful, from Liu Jing's sitting posture, one by one from head to toe smooth and detailed description.

  Willow-leaf eyebrows, slender nose bridge, delicate and small mouth that opens and closes slightly, slightly upturned and plump chin with a hint of cuteness, long neck, the only regret is a transparent band-aid stuck on it.

  A band-aid covered a small wound that had been stitched up, and her blood was flowing out of it, ending the life of this 23-year-old girl. If you didn't look at the wound on her neck, but instead looked down further, many men might involuntarily lose their composure, being captivated by her curvaceous figure, losing their natural resistance.

  Liu Jing guessed that her bust must be an A-F cup, her waist should be 22 inches, and her arms stretched straight and close to her body, with her fingernails carefully trimmed and painted with the same pale pink nail polish as her toenails. Her hips should be around 27 inches, with long and full beautiful legs. Lost its due luster, leaving a cold white color, the pale pink nail polish on her toes flickered weakly under the light of the lamp.

  Perhaps facing the lifeless bodies every day, Liu Jing herself also lost the ability to express language. When Liu Jing repeatedly wiped away the blood and tears that flowed from the once charming and enchanting eyes of the deceased, her heart slightly trembled.

  Following the usual practice of dressing up corpses, this was a beautiful corpse with an eerie aura that had been brought to the funeral home. Next to Liu Jing's chair, in the trash can, were countless paper towels stained with blood.

  "You'd better cooperate well, otherwise I won't be able to get off work, and your makeup will also be done poorly. If you have any grievances, go report them yourself, who hurt you, go find them, don't delay my work." Liu Jing said quietly, enduring the misty rain alone.

  Don't misunderstand, Liu Jing wasn't talking to a person, she was talking to this corpse that had been flowing with bloody tears...

  But the corpse seemed to ignore Liu Jing's words and instead burst into a fit of rage. Her tightly closed eyes suddenly popped open with a "pop", revealing blood-red eyeballs that stared straight at the ceiling. Liu Jing was shocked, her heart racing and her body hair standing on end as she nervously got to her feet.

  "Suit yourself, I don't care about you anymore. Let your wretched self go see your relatives for the last time!" Liu Jing angrily threw the makeup tools in her hand into the box with a 'clatter', stood up with a 'whoosh', lazily stretched and yawned, took off the plastic gloves on her hands, and left the female corpse.

  With a bright **slide of fingers**, after wiping off the water stains at the washbasin, push open the sliding door and come out to the outside of the dressing room. The warm sunshine mixed with gentle breeze rushes towards me, basking in the sunshine and breeze is really very comfortable.

  A familiar figure of a man appeared at the end of the corridor, standing beside a cluster of peonies on the right side. Liu Jing immediately sketched out his appearance in her mind. He was dressed in a suit and tie, with an elegant demeanor, refined and courteous, about 1.8 meters tall, with a serious and honest face, but still quite handsome. At least, he didn't give off that kind of "coppery" smell that people often talked about.

  Although Liu Jing didn't make a sound, the man seemed to have sensed her presence. He turned around elegantly, revealing a charming and enchanting smile as he said, "Jing'er."

  Chen Jun, a legendary figure who has never been defeated in the business world, always holds a bouquet of gorgeous roses in his hand, wears an indefatigable smile on his face, and possesses a warm temperament that makes people feel at ease.

  "How come you're free today?" Walking on the shaded path under the green trees, Liu Jing let her fingers slide into her hair, gently brushing away the wisps of hair blown by the wind, and asked with a forced smile.

  "How is she?" Chen Jun deliberately asked about the female corpse who had been crying tears of blood in the dressing room just now.

  "I don't know, she had tears streaming down her eyes, and still hadn't figured it out." The female corpse was Liu Jing's friend, named Zhen, also a classmate. She dropped out of school in the first year of high school, supposedly to work somewhere. Later when they saw each other again, she...

  Liu Jing didn't tell Chen Jun that Zhen suddenly opened her eyes just now. One reason was that she didn't want to scare him, and the other was that she didn't want him to know too much about Zhen.

  "She died a terrible death..." Chen Jun said with a solemn expression. His face also showed some disturbance, what Xian meant to him, Liu Jing didn't know, but there was always something in this man's heart that made Liu Jing feel puzzled.

  "Hmm... it's rare to see that you, a successful person, also have a side that is sentimental and heroic." Liu Jing said with a cold smile.

  "Heh heh, I wonder what I am in your eyes? Cunning and deceitful, or refined and courteous, or perhaps detestable..." Chen Jun said with a probing tone.

  "You are just a living person in my eyes, compared to my corpses, the only difference is that you have one more breath." Liu Jing said with a smile.

  "Drop it, don't mention those cold corpses again! Or else I'll have another nightmare tonight."

  Liu Jing and the two of them walked unknowingly to the parking lot of the funeral home. She stopped in her tracks, still maintaining an unchanged smile, saying: "Alright! Mr. Chen Jun, I'll send you off here. Hopefully, nothing happens to you, so it's better if you don't come here often. Do you think this is a suitable place for you to visit every other day?"

  "Jing'er, you... don't push people away to a distance of a thousand miles! Zhen, is the matter between us so estranged? Is she not enough of a threat to us?"

  Chen Jun was wrong, truly wrong. When he said those words, they deeply hurt Liu Jing's bottom line. Although she knew it wasn't fair to him, until she had fully verified that there was no connection between him and Zhen, she wouldn't easily believe his words or accept his expensive, loving gifts.

  "Do you... know how deep the feelings between Zhen and me are? Do you know what kind of hardships she suffered before her death, what kind of injustices she faced, and what kind of environment and people she encountered? You don't understand any of this, so don't point fingers here."

  Liu Jing finally couldn't hold back the tears that had been welling up in her eyes. The sound of Zhen's voice and her smile were etched in Liu Jing's heart, impossible to erase. She wouldn't let anyone harm Zhen, even though she was now just a cold, lifeless corpse waiting for Liu Jing to apply her final makeup in the dressing room.

  Zhen, something happened, Chen Jun called Liu Jing to inform her. When Liu Jing rushed to the scene in a hurry, she saw a shocking scene.

  Zhen's entire body was lying in the bathtub, with a terrifying gash on her neck that exposed her severed trachea and esophagus. The blood under her body had already coagulated. Investigators were walking back and forth in the room, recording, photographing, and collecting evidence.

  When Liu Jing stopped the car in front, Zhen's body had already been carried out of the house. She didn't dare to go forward and take a look. Chen Jun saw Liu Jing arrive and grabbed her trembling hand with one hand, his eyes full of concern as he looked at her shaking eyes. Without him reminding her, Liu Jing knew that her face must have looked terrible.

  "Are you okay?!"

  "It's nothing..." Liu Jing dodged her body, but her eyes secretly took a glance at Zhen's corpse being carried out... and surprisingly, it wasn't even covered with a cloth or anything.

  She had long hair scattered all over, bulging eyeballs, a bloodless face, pale white, and a yellow lace nightgown stained with tiny bloodstains. Her hands and head were dangling down, and when moving the body, it may have made the coagulated blood flow again, the blood flowed like a small fountain, dripping all the way from the elevator floor to the stairs, and then to the hearse.

  Liu Jing had been shaking non-stop, her internal organs were all **, contracting, feeling unwell, wanting to vomit.

  The onlookers at the scene were discussing among themselves; "Wow, this woman hadn't been seen coming downstairs for several days, how could she have committed suicide?"

  Zhen's brother and parents all came, due to grief their facial features protruded with various expressions, as if their hearts were shattered and scattered all over the ground...

  Zhen's mother wailed uncontrollably, her body so weak that Zhen's father didn't dare let go of her hand. Zhen's younger brother looked at his sister's corpse being carried into the hearse with a calm expression, without any big movements or display of grief.

  What made Liu Jing feel strange was that Jane's brother did not have the anger and grief he should have had towards his sister's death. His numb expression confused him, and as one of Jane's friends and childhood friends, Liu Jing would also feel a sense of inexplicable loss when she lost her.

  "Damn it, this floor will be restless again in the future, and a vengeful ghost will appear to claim lives." Someone in the crowd suddenly said something like that.

  His words attracted a small commotion from the crowd, some people immediately left, while others stayed to continue watching the public security police's inspection.

  "Who is speaking nonsense here?" the police officer in charge shouted. His sharp eyes scanned back and forth through the crowd of onlookers.

  "Tsk! How pitiful, abandoning a 5-year-old child." someone sighed.

  "What's going on? How could she suddenly commit suicide?" Liu Jing muttered to herself. Suddenly feeling an inexplicable chill all over her body. At the same time, her voice was abnormal, a bit hoarse, and her hands and body were still shaking slightly. Chen Jun had been holding her tightly, not leaving her side for a moment, as if he was protecting a child.

  Liu Jing had monopolized all his attention and care. He remembered that when she and Zhen appeared in front of him together, he was stunned and even joked that if possible, he would marry them both at the same time.

  Zhen is very pretty, with a goose egg face and a slender white neck that sets her off like a swan, proud and delicate. Her flower-petal lips remind one of fragrant red cherries. In short, in the mouths of gentlemen, she belongs to the type of beauty who can eclipse the moon and hide her face, while Liu Jing belongs to the type of beauty who is a precious jade in a humble home.

  Liu Jing is absolutely not narcissistic, you can ask those boys who have commented on Liu Jing before if you don't believe it.

  Chen Jun was the most outstanding among the boys Liu Jing had contact with. Every time he appeared in front of Liu Jing, he would be hugged around the waist, and he could feel the sharp and jealous gaze behind him. However, Liu Jing was very satisfied with this feeling of being watched. The more they did so, the happier and prouder Liu Jing felt inside.

  Zhen is an unmarried mother. She left the tedious and tasteless classroom after graduating from junior high school to work. Go to bars, KTVs, etc. to work in public places with poor environment.

  Later on, they gradually lost contact. As a result, she called Liu Jing the day she returned to A city, and when Liu Jing received the news of her return, he was excited like crazy.

  Liu Jing originally asked Chen Jun to drive her to see Zhen, but he had an emergency meeting at the company and couldn't leave, so Liu Jing had to drive there alone.

  Zhen had changed, her belly was bulging, and the protruding stomach didn't make it hard to see that she was already several months pregnant. Liu Jing was immediately stunned, heaven... at just eighteen years old... how could this be...