Chapter 59: Her Boyfriend Could Slap Away a Spoiled Brat with One Hand (22)

Tian Susu left the hotel, and by the time she regained her composure, she realized she was lost. Fear overwhelmed her, and her tears fell even harder.

Fortunately, she had the system.

The system could guide her, help her avoid danger, and lead her back, but there was a limit. Ahead, the path was blocked by sanitation workers, and according to the rules, she needed to hand a rose to one of them to pass. At that moment, the only rose was by the side of the man in black.

Tian Susu still remembered the way Xue Yan killed; she feared him deeply. It took all her courage to step forward and ask, pitifully, “Could I have that flower?”

When the man lifted his gaze to look at her, she shrank back instinctively.

It’s alright.

Tian Susu, you must be brave.

She kept encouraging herself silently, barely managing not to retreat.

She spoke again, softly, “I really, really need that flower. Could you please let me have it? I promise I’ll thank you properly in the future!”

Despite her obvious fear, she was polite and gentle, her timid effort to muster courage so charming it was impossible to turn her down.

Sure enough, the man grinned, “Alright, come over here.”

A luminous glow flickered through Tian Susu’s tear-filled eyes as she edged closer, step by step.

Suddenly, the system shouted, “Something’s wrong! Run!”

She froze, but it was too late; she had already crossed into the danger zone. She wanted to flee, but she could feel her arm held fast.

Her delicate skin and tiny arm were easily encircled by the man’s grip, but unlike before when others had grabbed her, this time a chill and pain seeped in.

System: “Act cute! Quickly!”

Alarms blared in her mind. Tian Susu slowly raised her head to look at the towering man, meeting his dark, sullen eyes. Her lips trembled, and she couldn’t help but cry out.

She knew she was hopelessly naive; her own strength would never let her escape this dangerous man. She remembered that last time she cried, someone called her a little darling.

Tian Susu’s soft body quivered. “Please, don’t kill me… please… you’re hurting me… If you don’t kill me, I’ll do anything you ask…”

The next moment, the man shoved her to the ground.

Tian Susu’s terror peaked. She watched as the man approached, panic-stricken, clutching her chest and gripping her collar tightly.

Then she saw his hand reach toward her face.

System: “Run! Run! Run—”

As the hand descended, Tian Susu heard nothing.

In the glow of sunset, the air was thick with the scent of blood.

The man with glasses hid in the shade at the fork in the road, covering his mouth, his eyes wide with terror, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Just now, what had he seen?

He had actually witnessed… that man crush Tian Susu’s skull with a single blow!

The dusky light stretched the man’s shadow long and dark, like a beast poised to devour, full of unpredictable menace.

The man in black crouched on the ground, one hand propping up his chin, the other rummaging through the bloody remains.

The man with glasses was too far to see more than the outline; it looked as though the figure was searching for something. After a while, the dangerous man lifted his hand, apparently having found what he sought. A wide grin slowly spread across his face.

At four in the afternoon, the automatic sprinklers in the flowerbeds switched on as scheduled.

Xue Yan casually reached out, letting the water wash away the gore, then pulled out a pack of pink, girlish tissues from his pocket, wiped his hands, and tossed the used tissue into a nearby trash bin.

The distant sound of the school bell signaling the end of classes drifted over.

Suddenly, a look of delight appeared on his otherwise expressionless face. He plucked the white rose, then strode cheerfully toward the school.

The man with glasses finally relaxed his body, but when his gaze fell upon the miserable corpse in the twilight, his tension returned.

Tian Susu was dead.

She had died just like that?

He couldn’t tell whether he felt more shock or pity. Like everyone else, he harbored a vague conviction: girls as obedient and adorable as Tian Susu, soft and delicate, were supposed to be cherished and survive until the end.

But that wasn’t right.

He clutched his head, wondering why such thoughts came to him.

Xue Yan skipped to the school gate and happened to see Bai Yao coming out after work. He ran over joyfully, “Yao Yao, I’ve come to pick you up from work!”

Previously, it was always Bai Yao picking him up; now, it was his turn to pick her up. Who could say he hadn’t grown?

Even he himself felt increasingly mature and reliable. Where once he would save his favorite treats for last, now he’d learned to eat them first.

After all, once their child arrived, if he left the best for last, the little rascal might snatch them away.

Bai Yao reached out and brushed the grass from his clothes, eyeing him suspiciously. “Did you go catch mice again?”

“No, I worked hard all day.”

She stared at him for so long he nearly wilted under her gaze, then finally looked away. “Alright, I’ll trust you this time.”

Suddenly, Bai Yao remembered, “I forgot to lock the classroom. Wait for me.”

She walked back.

Xue Yan obediently waited at the school gate. All the children had been picked up, leaving him alone, a solitary figure like a forgotten child.

Bai Yao hadn’t come back yet, but she’d told him to wait, and he didn’t dare wander off.

He pulled a wilted white rose from his pocket and began plucking petals, muttering, “Loves me, loves me lots, loves me most, only loves me…”

When only one last petal remained, he still lingered on “loves me most.”

Xue Yan bowed his head in disappointment, his posture slumped, lips pressed together in a deep sadness.

“What are you playing?” came a sudden voice beside him.

He instinctively hid the flower behind his back, although the ground was littered with petals.

Xue Yan was never very bold. He looked cautiously at Bai Yao, who had appeared without him noticing. “N-nothing.”

Bai Yao crossed her arms. “You know, if you keep secrets from your partner…”

He meekly finished, “It’ll affect our relationship.”

“Then tell me.”

Xue Yan slowly recounted what Dong had taught him about using flowers for fortune-telling.

Bai Yao glanced at both sides of the street. She’d felt something was wrong today; now she realized, all the flowers were gone.

She asked, “What do you want to divine?”

Xue Yan mumbled, “I want Yao Yao to only love me, but every time I get to ‘loves me most,’ there are no petals left.”

Bai Yao shot him a look; his spirits were so low, he resembled a dog with drooping ears. She sincerely wondered if he had canine genes.

She sighed, took the flower hidden behind his back—it had only one petal left—and asked, “Loves you most?”

He nodded miserably.

Bai Yao split the last petal in two, pulled off half and dropped it to the ground. “Yao Yao loves you most.”

Then she plucked off the remaining half, waved it before him, eyes curved in a bright smile. “See, Yao Yao only loves you.”

Xue Yan’s innocent eyes widened.

So it could be played that way!

He took the incomplete petal from her hands, feeling his heart swell with happiness. He squinted and grinned, “That’s right, Yao Yao only loves me!”

“Are you happy now?” Bai Yao asked.

He nodded vigorously. “Yes!”

She pinched his cheek, laughing lightly, “Then let’s go home.”

She tossed the bare stem into the trash, and like him, felt no regret for the ruined flower.

Of course—they were never the sentimental type.