Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Su Zhinian could feel Song Qingchun’s body freeze in his arms, and his brows furrowed.

“Did she injure…” Before Su Zhinian finish, he looked down and saw Song Qingchun had been looking in a certain direction with pain in her eyes. He understood everything instantly. He swallowed the rest of his question and turned his head toward where Song Qingchun was looking.

Fang Rou’s expression was complicated as she stared at her empty hands. She mumbled, “What happened?”

After repeating the question several times to herself, she whipped her head up to look at Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian. The resentment in her eyes was so deep that it felt like she was going to tear them apart then and there.

“Was it you who do it? Or was it you?” Fang Rou’s eyes alternated between Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian before she locked onto Su Zhinian. “It was you, wasn’t it? What did you do to me? You…”

As she said so, Fang Rou grabbed the nearby chair as if crazed and tossed it at Su Zhinian and Song Qingchun. Su Zhinian pulled Song Qingchun to the side, and the chair crashed into the window, causing the glass to shatter.

Shielding Song Qingchun behind him, Su Zhinian turned his head sideways to whisper to Song Qingchun, “You got the recording?”

“Yes.”

“We’d better leave first; the police will arrive soon…”

Fang Rou yelled, interrupting him. “Leave? The party’s not yet over, and you already want to leave? Impossible!”

Fang Rou pressed on a remote that had appeared as if out of thin air, and the yacht that sat by the beach shuddered like it was walking up. As the ship filled with the sound of a motor running, the ship shot out into the ocean.

“F*ck!” Su Zhinian cursed as he narrowed her eyes at Fang Rou. The remote in Fang Rou’s hand was tossed at him. Su Zhinian grabbed it and pressed all the buttons on it, but the yacht didn’t show any sign of slowing down.

Fang Rou recovered faster from the second mind-control. Even though she still didn’t know what had happened, she scoffed and didn’t waste time to introduce the whole face of her crazy plan. “Don’t waste your energy; before Song Qingchun got onto this yacht, I already tweaked this ship. We will not stop. The police might be coming, but they will by be able to catch up to us so soon, and when they do, we will probably all be at the bottom of the ocean already…”

Like a crazed evil master-mind, Fang Rou petered off to an evil laugh. It caused the hair on Song Qingchun’s back to rise, and unconsciously, she gripped Su Zhinian’s arm. Su Zhinian, who could feel her anxiety, reached out to hold her hands.

Fang Rou eventually stopped. As she wiped away the tears that fell out of her eyes, she tilted her head and said smilingly at Song Qingchun, “Just now, before I pulled out the gun, you told me you had something you want to tell me… This is such a coincidence because before the three of us crash into the ocean, I also have something to tell you…”

Fang Rou walked towards a tripod that was covered under a red cloth. She pulled off the cloth to reveal an iPad, and the screen was showing the Song family’s living room.

Song Menghwa clutched his chest, and he leaned against the sofa with a pale face. His lips opened and closed. His face was covered in tears, both dried and still fresh.