Chapter 70: Because She’s Obsessed with Love, Her Boyfriend’s Twisted Nature Doesn’t Matter (2)

Bai Yao and the young man exchanged names. He was called Lu Sheng, a recent graduate with a master’s degree, currently working as an intern reporter at a newspaper. He lived in this very community and, with nothing to do after work, often came here to practice basketball.

When Bai Yao saw the dark red glow appear and then instantly vanish around Lu Sheng, she was utterly certain—their meeting was fate’s arrangement.

Yes, this man was her destined boyfriend.

As the saying goes, “The pavilion closest to the water enjoys the moonlight first.” No matter what the agent said, she was absolutely determined to live here!

As the agent helped Bai Yao carry her things, he continued to advise her earnestly, “That man dyes his hair orange—you know, he really looks like the delinquent type!”

Carrying a box from the car into the house, Bai Yao retorted, “He’s just young and bold. What’s wrong with dyeing his hair? That color actually looks great!”

The agent followed beside her. “Aren’t you worried he might be a bad person? There aren’t many residents in this community as it is, and young people especially avoid living here…”

“Who says so? I’m young, aren’t I?”

The agent was momentarily at a loss for words. Well, good advice can’t save those determined to walk their own path, and compassion can’t reach those who choose otherwise. He gave up!

The agent was, in fact, a responsible man. After helping Bai Yao move her things and collecting his commission, he reminded her that if anything came up, she could contact him. These old houses might need repairs, and as a young woman she might not be able to manage them alone.

Repairs? That was a good thing! Didn’t that provide more opportunities for her to interact with her destined boyfriend in the future?

Before leaving, the agent warned her, “Miss Bai, there have been a lot of unsettling rumors around the city lately. Since you’re living alone, please don’t go out at night. Lock your doors and windows early and get some rest.”

Bai Yao waved her hand. “Alright, I understand. Thank you, goodbye.”

The agent drove off.

Bai Yao closed the main door and began organizing her belongings. She had a lot—mostly cosmetics, clothes, jewelry, and handbags. If the agent hadn’t helped, she definitely would have needed a moving company.

By the time she finished, it was already eight in the evening. The place was indeed remote. She, used to the big city, looked out the window to see nothing but a few dim streetlights and a stretch of darkness—so very quiet.

Deciding to make do with instant noodles, she went to the kitchen, dropped a packet into boiling water, and as she lifted her gaze, she could see the white house across from her through the window.

That house was unlit. Under the cold moonlight, a figure suddenly appeared in the window glass.

Inside that house, a pale-faced boy pressed against the glass, staring straight at her.

Bai Yao recoiled in fright, but quickly composed herself, patting her chest. “Scared me to death. I thought it was a ghost, but it’s just a child.”

Looking again, the shadowy window was empty.

“Mischievous,” Bai Yao muttered, transferring the cooked noodles into a bowl. Carrying the bowl back to the living room, she set it on the coffee table, sat down, and started eating while scrolling through her phone.

She took a picture of the empty living room and then snapped a selfie with a peace sign, posting them on her social feed.

“Moved into a new place—exhausted! I feel like I look ugly from all the hard work!”

Not long after posting, a dozen comments appeared instantly.

“Goddess, you must be joking! You’re still so gorgeous!”

“My darling, your skin is flawless—let me borrow some of your beauty!”

“Heavens! Why does the world have someone as beautiful and wealthy as Yao Yao?”

Bai Yao was quite pleased with the shower of compliments, until one comment stood out awkwardly from the rest.

“Bai Yao… is there something behind your window?”

Something?

She zoomed in on her selfie. On the glass behind her, there seemed to be a misty shadow. She glanced back at the living room window, clicked her tongue, grabbed a rag, and in her slippers went over to vigorously wipe the glass.

Old houses were always in need of cleaning—dust everywhere.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Bai Yao walked to the entrance and peered through the peephole. Outside stood a young man with orange hair. Sensing her gaze, he lifted his lips in a bright, sunny smile.

She opened the door and greeted him with a smile, “Mr. Lu.”

Lu Sheng held a pot of roses in his hands. “Miss Bai, sorry to bother you this evening. From today on, we’re neighbors. I don’t have much to offer, but this is a flower I grew myself. Welcome to Rainflower Community.”

Bai Yao quickly accepted the flower with thanks, “I haven’t prepared a return gift yet—how embarrassing.”

“No problem,” Lu Sheng replied, pointing to a house not far away. “I live right there. If you ever need anything, feel free to ask.”

He was truly warm and generous—a good man indeed!

Lu Sheng’s house was directly opposite Bai Yao’s, just a few dozen meters away—a few steps and you’d arrive.

Bai Yao said shyly, “Would you like to come in for some tea, Mr. Lu?”

Lu Sheng smiled. “No, it’s getting late—I shouldn’t intrude.”

A man visiting a young woman’s home at night would only make her uncomfortable. Any man with a touch of gentlemanly manners would decline such a polite offer.

He added, “Even though our community is safe, you’re still a lovely young woman, Miss Bai, so please do pay extra attention to safety. Remember to double-lock your doors and windows at night. Of course, if anything serious happens, just call my name loudly—I’ll hear you.”

Bai Yao nodded. “I understand. Thank you.”

Lu Sheng didn’t linger. After wishing her a good night, he turned and left.

Bai Yao closed the door, gazing at the rose pot in her hands, sighing once again in her heart. Mr. Lu was handsome and cheerful, a truly good man.

She placed the pot on the table in the living room, then hummed a tune as she finished her noodles. Thus, she failed to notice a message from a classmate that had come in on her phone.

“Bai Yao, did you really move into Rainflower Community? That place is haunted!”

The next second, the message vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

The following day was Sunday; no need to go to class.

Bai Yao slept in until ten, then slowly began tidying up the house. According to the agent, the previous owner was a doctor who’d gone abroad to retire, so the house was sold.

It had been on the market for a long time before she bought it. There was a basement under the storage room, but for now, just sorting out the master and guest bedrooms was exhausting enough. The basement could wait for another day.