Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 387: You’ll Fall Into My Hands

The light in the bathroom was somewhat dim and not bright at all.

The decor leaned towards an ancient style, perhaps the lighting was intended to be dimmer, making the already oppressive emotions even more somber.

Song Yi braced herself on the sink, dry heaving, but nothing came out.

She even felt a bit dizzy, clutching her chest, she raised her eyes to look at her reflection in the mirror.

Because she had applied light makeup, her appearance was still decent, though the emotions on her face were a bit unsightly.

She turned on the faucet, splashed her face with cold water to refresh herself, and touched up her makeup.

Once she had regained her original appearance, she returned to the booth.

On usual occasions when feeling unwell, she would choose to leave and go home directly.

But now she couldn’t.

She needed to gather information from this woman about Tang Si, regardless of what motives the woman had towards her, but her professional skills were undoubtedly recognized in the market.

Just when Gu Chu thought Song Yi wouldn’t come back, she pushed the door open and entered.

Gu Chu was a bit surprised, but she quickly suppressed her emotions.

"You seemed to have left in a hurry earlier, were you feeling unwell?"

Song Yi replied bluntly, "I’m not accustomed to the smell of this dish."

"Moreover, I came here today mainly to discuss Tang Si’s situation with you, not to share a meal. My time is also limited." Song Yi cut straight to the point, having no time to indulge in pleasantries with Gu Chu.

She was truly feeling too uncomfortable now.

"Alright." Gu Chu said, "Let’s finish the conversation quickly then. Take a look at the various data indicators on this paper."

She once again pushed the paper towards Song Yi.

Song Yi felt her head spinning, in part due to not being able to stand the fragrance of the paper, so she pushed it away: "All the data on this are professional terms I cannot understand. If you have something to say, just tell me directly."

Song Yi’s attitude was firm. Although her words were calm, there was a cold sense of detachment.

Gu Chu frowned, lowered her head, and looked at the paper: "Fine."

...

Meanwhile in the booth.

Gu Chu and Song Yi continued to sit normally.

Gu Chu asked, "Have you really grown up in the Song Family without traveling to any other places?"

Song Yi: "Really."

Gu Chu asked again, "Have you traveled anywhere over the years, or have any other experiences?"

She held a knife against Song Yi’s neck, with each question, pressing the blade deeper; blood trickled down her neck...

Lurid and vivid.

Under the lighting, it appeared even more disturbingly morbid.

Song Yi’s face was pale, devoid of emotion, like a puppet devoid of life: "I..."

Her eyes were vacant and hollow, speaking haltingly, seemingly trying to recall something.

Hearing the voice from the outside world, she tried her best to think, but the more she tried, the more her head hurt.

It was about to explode, her mind filled with chaotic and clamorous scenes.

"I, I don’t know..." the coolness at her neck shuttered her nerves and consciousness.

Gu Chu gritted her teeth, her gaze cold and fierce, the blade mercilessly pressed deeper into Song Yi’s skin: "Think again, are you sure there’s nothing?"

"No, I don’t..." Song Yi shook her head, her eyes dim and lifeless, turbulent water, completely like a controlled puppet, a marionette.

With every deepening action by Gu Chu, the bright red viscous blood flowed down her smooth white neck faster, reached Song Yi’s chest, stained her clothes, tainting her hair.

Her red lips and white teeth, bright black hair, and vibrant blood created an extreme situation, appearing as a perfect dark picture, glamorous and beautiful.

If Gu Chu asked further, she would either cut her artery or let her pass out from massive blood loss.

She was unwilling to give up here.

Song Yi must be different.

Gu Chu didn’t realize, blood from Song Yi was dripping onto the ground, drop by drop, if it continued, Song Yi would die.

Song Yi’s eyelids were heavy, her body softening, her vision darkening, she was so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable...

In her deepest consciousness, was she going to die...

The knife in her hand dug deeper mercilessly: "Song Yi, you..."

"Crash—" Just then the door was pushed open.

Gu Chu immediately looked up and saw Fu Jingsheng coming over, rushing almost all the way.

Fu Jingsheng slapped Gu Chu’s hand, the knife in her hand instantly fell to the ground.

Picking up the paper on the table, he tore it into pieces, his eyes reddened, as he covered Song Yi’s neck.

Gu Chu shouted, "What are you doing?!"

Fu Jingsheng frowned, smiling coldly: "What are you doing?"

"I told you not to use hypnotism randomly outside, and yet you used it on her."

"She’s dying! Can’t you fucking see?"

Gu Chu turned back bewilderedly and saw Song Yi with her eyes closed, covered in blood, with a pool of crimson on the ground.

The air was filled with the smell of blood.

Gu Chu took two steps back, murmuring: "Song Yi is too suspicious, she resembles her too much, I just wanted to..."

"But she isn’t!" Fu Jingsheng said with a cold expression.

Gu Chu refused to give up: "This time, both of us returning home was to find that person’s existence. Regardless, I have to hand her over to the organization for judgment."

Gu Chu gazed at Fu Jingsheng with firm resolve: "Even if there’s just a slight resemblance, a one-in-ten-thousand chance, I won’t give up, I won’t spare anyone."

Fu Jingsheng’s eyebrows were filled with icy arrogance, a maddening cold smile tugged at his lips: "I think you’re fucking insane."

There was no way he would let Gu Chu hand Song Yi over to the organization, knowing that once handed over, she’d face an abyss of darkness.

Dissection, research, a fate worse than death, a walking corpse.

After saying this, Fu Jingsheng bent down and carried Song Yi out.

Gu Chu gritted her teeth, watching his back: "Fu Jingsheng! Don’t think I don’t know your previous connections with this woman. The more you protect her, the more suspicious she is."

Fu Jingsheng paused, looked back, his eyes cold as ice: "Some things, before I’ve investigated, if you dare alert the organization, your life is over."

His tone was calm, yet it carried the sense of impending doom.

Gu Chu knew what Fu Jingsheng could be like when he went mad.

Listening to his words stirred a wave of anger inside her, but she had to suppress it as she was no match for him.

Gu Chu closed her eyes: "Fu Jingsheng, you owe me compensation."

Fu Jingsheng tightened his grip, his eyes iced over: "I will repay you, but don’t expect to marry me."

Leaving just those words, he walked away.

Gu Chu gnashed her teeth: "No one remains undefeated always, no one shines forever, one day you’ll fall."

Her gaze dark, falling on, my hands.