I followed Fu Mingyu into the criminal investigation team.
“Mr. Fu Mingyu, please confirm these items.” The police took Fu Mingyu to identify the belongings at the scene—clothes, a phone, and a bag, all of which were mine.
Fu Mingyu’s expression darkened, and it took him a long time to speak. “Where is she?”
“Sorry, Mr. Fu. From our initial investigation, it’s highly likely she was murdered, but we haven’t found the body yet.”
“Then don’t bother investigating. Don’t waste police resources on her; she wouldn’t be in danger.” Fu Mingyu sneered. “She deliberately left those things there, creating suspense, trying to make me feel guilty and compromise.”
Fu Mingyu didn’t believe I was dead at all.
In his eyes, I was just someone who would stop at nothing to get what I wanted, someone he wished was truly dead.
“Are you sure, Mr. Fu?” The police looked at Fu Mingyu in confusion.
“I’m sure.” Fu Mingyu nodded seriously and said, “Sorry to trouble you. I’ll handle this myself and find her within three days.”
Fu Mingyu’s eyes were cold, clearly filled with anger.
I knew him too well. He was mad because he thought I’d gone too far this time.
I suddenly felt like laughing. I had laughed like this many times by his side, only to find myself unable to laugh anymore.
I was dead, yet he was delaying the police’s investigation.
Just like the day I died, when my last desperate call for help was made to him. But when he answered, he impatiently said, “Cheng Xi, will you stop? Why don’t you just die?”
I threw my phone down in despair, was drugged by the killer, taken away, and murdered.
“Qin Ruolin, where’s Cheng Xi? Tell her to get back here and stop hiding.” As soon as he left the police station, Fu Mingyu angrily called Qin Ruolin.
Qin Ruolin was my only friend.
I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to her.
“Fu Mingyu, what’s wrong with you? I should be asking you—where’s Xixi? What did you do to her?”
“Tell her this is her last chance. If she doesn’t come home by tomorrow, I won’t even bother claiming her body if she dies outside!” Fu Mingyu snapped.
I didn’t understand what he was so anxious about, his breathing was even heavy.
I stood there numbly, laughing bitterly. “You don’t need to worry about claiming my body, because you’ll never find it.”
“Fu Mingyu, Xixi is missing! I’ve already reported it to the police! You scumbag, if anything happens to her, I won’t forgive you!” Qin Ruolin cried, shouting at Fu Mingyu.
Fu Mingyu felt a tightness in his chest and sneered. “Is this her new trick? Using this situation to force me to marry her? Ha… how pathetic.”
My vision blurred as I looked at Fu Mingyu.
At that moment, my heart truly died.
…
One night a week before the incident, it was raining heavily with thunder and lightning.
Fu Mingyu pressed me down on the bed, his eyes cold and full of threat.
“Cheng Xi, you’ve been seducing me over and over. Isn’t this what you want? How can you be so cheap? Are you that desperate for a man?”
“I didn’t… Fu Mingyu, we were originally engaged. It’s you who won’t fulfill the engagement…”
Fu Mingyu didn’t care about my explanation.
He gripped my chin and kissed me. That kiss held no affection, only a release of lust.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? Stop pretending.”
“Mingyu, please… my stomach hurts…” I cried and begged him, but he didn’t stop.
He gripped my waist tightly, thrusting harder, as if he wanted to tear me apart.
In that moment, I felt like he wanted to kill me.
“Cheng Xi, you pushed Yuan Yuan down the stairs and almost killed her. I haven’t even settled that account with you yet.”
“The fact that I didn’t report you and send you to jail was already merciful enough. Stop playing games! If you think I’m going to marry you, you better give up that hope!”
By the end, my voice was hoarse, and I couldn’t say another word.
It wasn’t me, I didn’t push her.
Dark red blood flowed between my legs, my stomach twisted in pain, a pain so intense it made me feel like I was suffocating. “Mingyu… it hurts so much, please… take me to the hospital.”
At that point, I knew something was seriously wrong.
“What bad luck.” Fu Mingyu looked at me with disgust and tossed me aside, standing up to put on his clothes, ready to take me to the hospital.
But just then, his phone rang.
“Mingyu! Mingyu… help me! I think that psychotic murderer has targeted me, please save me!”
Fu Mingyu’s face changed, and in panic, he grabbed his clothes and ran out.
He was too worried about Bai Yuan to care whether I lived or died.
I fell off the bed in pain, curling up into a ball. “Help… Fu Mingyu…”
“Don’t leave me… please…”
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