The cold white incandescent lights in the hospital corridor were the only source of light in the ward. On the narrow hospital bed, two figures were tightly nestled together. So many things had happened that day. Xu Zixi had held on for a long time and was already extremely exhausted. Before long, she fell into a deep sleep in the man's arms.
Listening to the steady breathing sound so close, Yan Yincheng felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. The pain on his body also lessened a lot, but he lost his drowsiness.
He was thinking.
Thinking about every detail of the plan he had devised against Yan Zhen and Yuan Ya'er. Previously, this plan was solely his brainchild, but on the way to the wedding venue, Wei Shu said that she had made a few minor adjustments.
These minor adjustments she made had made his plan even more perfect, which further proved the high compatibility of their thinking and souls.
He was really looking forward to the life to come. It would surely be interesting to get along again as Yan Yincheng and Xu Zixi, wouldn't it?
"Buzz—buzz—"
The phone placed beside him suddenly rang. After answering it, the old, tired and deep voice of Yan Haikun came from the other end of the phone:
"Regarding Yan Zhen and Yuan Ya'er, is there anything I can do to help you?"
Yan Yincheng raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Have you made up your mind? You won't go back on your word?"
...
The night in Fengcheng was anything but peaceful.
In the basement of an old building in the northwest suburb of Fengcheng, a stench wafted out from a dark and damp room. There was only a small iron bed in the room.
At this moment, a dirty and smelly man like a beggar was huddled on the bed, eyes closed, fast asleep. More than a month of torture had shrunk his once-fat body several sizes, just like a deflated balloon.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside. The door lock was opened, and A Qiang walked in, covering his nose in extreme disgust. He threw the food on the table and said with revulsion:
"Hurry up and eat. After that, go upstairs for a blood draw later."
After saying that, A Qiang turned around and left the room. Only after he heard the footsteps fade away did Guan Baocheng turn over and sit up on the bed. He picked up the food and started gnawing on it with his head down.
Vaguely, he heard someone outside talking. He caught snippets of words like "Ji Family" and "Ji Xinyue".
Guan Baocheng paused his hand while eating. He tiptoed to the door and pressed his ear against it, eavesdropping on the conversation outside.
"I heard that the entire Ji Family died a horrible death, especially that Ji Xinyue. It's said that when they found her, half of her head was chopped off!"
"So scary? Come to think of it, do you think the things that have happened to the Ji Family recently are the doing of our Third Master Yan?"
"Definitely. It's said that the betrayal of Young Master Yan Zhen by Miss Yuan Xi four years ago was all planned by Ji Xinyue. Third Master is avenging Miss Yuan Xi. By the way, the fat pig in there was also captured here for Alex's experiments because he tried to harm Miss Yuan four years ago."
"Tsk tsk. I think the fat pig in there is more miserable than the Ji Family's young lady. If you die, you only suffer for a moment and it's all over. But being used for Alex's experiments, that's worse than death."
"That's true. It took so long to get this fat pig thin enough for the experiment. After the blood draw to confirm his indicators are normal, he'll start to suffer under Alex. Hehe, I hope he can hold out longer. Unlike the last test subject who bit his tongue and committed suicide after only two experiments."
The conversation between the two made Guan Baocheng behind the door shiver involuntarily.
"But you know, Ji Xinyue was just a student four years ago. Where did she get the ability to frame Miss Yuan Xi? I heard that Xiong Han even promised to provide the fat pig with a cooperation opportunity with the Xu Family in Fengcheng. But I remember that the Ji Family didn't seem to have a good relationship with the Xu Family?"
"Use your head and you'll know that this couldn't have been planned by Ji Xinyue alone. There must be someone else behind the scenes giving her advice."
"You do have a point. I heard that Ji Xinyue and Yuan Ya'er, the real daughter of the Yuan Family, were also on good terms. Yuan Ya'er was recognized back into the Yuan Family at the age of eighteen. After learning that Yuan Xi had occupied the position of the Yuan Family's young lady for eighteen years, could she have been dissatisfied and wanted to join hands with others to take revenge on Yuan Xi? Otherwise, why didn't Ji Xinyue contact Guan Baocheng at all four years ago, but suddenly called him four years later to tell him that Yuan Xi was in Haicheng? The only people who knew Yuan Xi was in Haicheng were our Third Master and Yan Zhen, and Yuan Ya'er is Yan Zhen's fiancée... Wow, thinking about it like this, it's really possible! Why doesn't our Third Master arrest Yuan Ya'er and interrogate her properly?"
"Forget it. It's Yan Zhen's and Yuan Ya'er's wedding tonight. After the wedding, Yuan Ya'er will be the granddaughter-in-law of the Yan Family. Even if she was involved in framing Yuan Xi four years ago, now that she's part of the Yan Family, Third Master definitely won't do anything to her. Bringing down the Ji Family and killing the fat pig in there is already enough."
"You're right. Anyway, someone has to be the scapegoat. It's just bad luck for the Ji Family and the fat pig."
...
The voices of the two discussing gradually faded away. Guan Baocheng carefully shuffled back to the iron bed. He lowered his head and gnawed on the food in his hand, his eyes full of a sinister glint. He groped under the bed board and hid a sharp object on his body.
But what he didn't know was that in the dark, a far-infrared camera had captured all the scenes here.
Half an hour later, A Qiang pushed the door open again. He endured the stench in the room, unlocked the chain on Guan Baocheng's foot with a key, grabbed his shoulder and pushed him out.
This wasn't Guan Baocheng's first time being taken for a blood draw, so he was already familiar with the route from the basement to the medical room. He remembered every blade of grass and every stone on this road, and also remembered the quickest way to the gate.
When they turned a corner and reached a fork in the road, Guan Baocheng suddenly took out a sharp object from his body and stabbed at A Qiang who was escorting him.
A Qiang had been on guard. He blocked it in time, and the sharp object only scratched the surface of his skin. But he pretended as if he had been stabbed deep into the flesh and fell to the ground, covering his wound and crying out in exaggerated pain.
"Aaaah! It hurts so much! My hand is going to be useless!"
In his panic, Guan Baocheng didn't take a close look. After thinking he had succeeded, he fled for his life in the direction of the gate. Only after he had run a long way did A Qiang jump up from the ground and shout to the surroundings: "Come on! The fat pig Guan has escaped! Hurry up and catch him! He's Alex's test subject!"
Hearing this shout, Guan Baocheng didn't even dare to look back. He just waved his arms and ran with all his might. When he reached the gate and found it wasn't locked, his face lit up. He pulled the door open and rushed out.
The winter night in Fengcheng could be as cold as minus ten degrees Celsius. Guan Baocheng was still wearing the clothes he had on when he was captured. A gust of cold wind from the mountains hit him, freezing him stiff. But hearing the chasing footsteps behind him, he didn't dare to think about anything. He randomly chose a direction and plunged into the forest.