"Miss, I’ve brought you so food. Please open the door." After breakfast, the servant, under Madam Feng’s instruction, brought up the freshly prepared al and spoke at Feng Yiweng’s door.
"Get lost, I’m not eating. Get out of here. You can’t co into my room without my permission." Feng Yiweng, in a state of ntal tension, didn’t think at all and threw things at the door. The smashing sound frightened the servant outside, almost causing her to drop what she was holding.
Madam Feng, who heard the noise from the living room, ca up quickly and asked, "What’s going on? Why the sudden tantrum?"
"Madam, I don’t know. I followed your instructions to bring lunch to Miss, but the door was locked. I couldn’t get in and just called out to Miss. That’s all; it really has nothing to do with ," the servant said anxiously.
"Don’t worry, I won’t bla you. You can go down; give the things to . I’ll do it myself." Madam Feng reached out, took the tray from the servant’s hand, and spoke.
Seeing that Madam Feng wasn’t blaming her, the servant felt much better and left after repeatedly thanking Vern.
"Wenwen, open the door for Mom. Mom wants to co into your room," Madam Feng called out from outside the door.
Inside, Feng Yiweng huddled on the sofa, curled up, with scenes of being caught playing over in her mind. At that mont, any sound was like a startled bird. Before figuring out a solution, she absolutely wouldn’t step out of the room. Feng Yiweng held her head and warned herself silently.
"I’m not opening the door. I’m not." Feng Yiweng shouted sharply at Madam Feng.
Hearing Feng Yiweng’s piercing voice, Madam Feng frowned, "What on earth is the matter with you now? Why this little temper again?" Recently, Madam Feng truly felt worn out by Feng Yiweng and had begun to feel a bit impatient.
"I’m not throwing a tantrum. You don’t know anything. Go away." Feng Yiweng shouted loudly at the door.
"I have no idea what you’re acting up about now. You weren’t like this when you were a child. You were so well-behaved. Look at you now, regressing as you grow up, not a hint of your childhood’s cuteness and sensibility, and a bunch of new problems." Madam Feng was heartbroken by Feng Yiweng’s behavior these days, and her words were laced with cold severity and hurtfulness.
"Just look outside and see if any lady your age does nothing but dress up to go to clubs and parties every day. When you tell it’s necessary socializing, don’t you feel guilty inside? Look at the kind of friends you’re making now. They’re all outcasts abandoned by their families." Madam Feng said with resentnt in her voice.
"I never agreed for you to play with them in the first place, but thinking I couldn’t pressure you all the ti, I let you relax a little. But I never thought you’d fall so deep, not even caring about your own family, completely losing your sense of priorities. Your behavior is just too excessive and ridiculous now. Since you like staying in this room so much, then don’t co out for a while. Stay inside and have a good think about it. Co out once you’ve figured everything out."
With a sullen face, Madam Feng left in front of Feng Yiweng’s door. During this whole ti, Feng Yiweng made no sound of opposition to Madam Feng’s decision.
In the room, Feng Yiweng continuously tried to self-regulate and self-hypnotize, "The police shouldn’t find , right? After all, it’s been so long; the evidence must have been erased."
With shaking hands, Feng Yiweng continued muttering to herself, "Moreover, that night was dark and stormy, and there were no caras. No one could possibly know about this. Yes, I don’t need to be so nervous. I’m definitely safe. I don’t need to worry; I’ll be fine."
Perhaps the self-hypnosis worked because the initial panic upon learning the news had indeed dissipated quite a bit. Nonetheless, the incident still cast a shadow over her heart. She hadn’t gone out for a few days, continuing to mix with her previous friends, seemingly reford, much to Madam Feng’s relief.
A few more days passed, and the online buzz about the girl subsided, replaced by news of entertainnt stars. Feng Yiweng’s anxious heart finally settled. She resud going out to et her friends. As for Madam Feng’s dissuasion, she completely ignored it.
"How’s it going over there?" Xu Ke, in between handling a pile of official business, rembered Feng Yiweng, whom he had been neglecting, and called the detective who had been watching over her.
"She’s out shopping. She looks unaffected and radiant, as if nothing had happened," the detective said resentfully while biting into his bread.
"How can there be such wicked people in this world? She’s done sothing wrong, yet acts as if nothing happened, truly without a conscience." The detective felt a naless rage when thinking of how tragically the girl died, but more than that, a sense of powerlessness over not being able to do anything for her.
Xu Ke detected the emotion in the detective’s words and chuckled lightly, "She will get her couppance. Simply sending her to court to face trial would be too easy for her. She should pay for her wrongdoings in so way." Xu Ke’s tone was casual.
Hearing Xu Ke’s words, the detective’s expression beca resolute, "You’re right, just sending her to court is too lenient. Soone as vicious as her doesn’t deserve it! What’s our next move?"
A slight smile curved Xu Ke’s lips as he explained the next steps of the plan to the detective.
Then, just after returning ho from a round of fun, Feng Yiweng received an email containing a video docunting her hitting soone with her car and then disposing of the body.
Her hair was still dripping wet, and the droplets felt slightly chill on her skin, but Feng Yiweng couldn’t feel any of this coldness because her body was even colder than those droplets.
Who exactly are you? Feng Yiweng took a mont to gather herself before frantically attempting to send such an email.
What exactly do you want? Are you after money? How much? Na your price; how much will it take for you to delete these videos for good? Say sothing, why won’t you respond? Feng Yiweng repeatedly sent frantic emails, desperate for a reply from the other side, hoping these things that shouldn’t exist would disappear from the world. But by dawn, she still hadn’t received any reply.
With bloodshot eyes, her hair tangled like a bird’s nest from her own tugging, with strands of hair wrapped around her fingers, and dark circles contrasting sharply against her pale skin, she looked terrifying. But these didn’t register with Feng Yiweng; she was solely focused on the email that sent the video.
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