Chapter 94: Because She's Love-Struck, It Doesn't Matter If Her Boyfriend Is a Little Twisted (26)

The sound of rain mingled with thunder, declaring unmistakably that this would be a restless night. Bai Yao was soaked through, her body drained of strength and unable to move. The oppressive feeling grew stronger with every passing moment. Forcing her eyes open, she gazed through rain-blurred vision and saw the silhouette of that woman.

Chen Yan wore a raincoat. She looked frail, yet her hands moved deftly as she filled earth with a shovel. Glancing at the person lying in the pit, she smiled. “Awake so soon, are you?”

Only then did Bai Yao realize she had been thrown into a freshly dug pit. Chen Yan was shoveling wet soil onto her, bit by bit. There was no doubt—Chen Yan intended to bury her alive.

Bai Yao’s limbs remained limp, unable to resist. Mud and water splattered her face, leaving her disheveled and desperate. She struggled to remain calm, her voice weak as she spoke, “Is it merely because I saved your child that you want to kill me?”

“Of course not,” Chen Yan replied, her hands unceasing as she answered Bai Yao with a note of almost delight. “He’s just a six-year-old, after all. Even if you saved him this time, I’ll have plenty of opportunities to erase him.”

Bai Yao managed to ask, “You said… erase?”

“He’s not like his child—he has no reason to exist. He must be destroyed.”

A torrent of bizarre thoughts flashed through Bai Yao’s mind. At last, she voiced her suspicion, “Are you talking about Chen Shuo?”

Chen Yan finally paused, crouching beside the pit amidst flashes of lightning and claps of thunder, studying the girl who was now as helpless as a fish on a chopping block. “You’re even sharper than I imagined. I’d planned only to let you sleep, then persuade you to leave tomorrow. I never expected you’d mention Chen Shuo. You claim you’re just acquaintances—how could that be?”

A warped emotion twisted Chen Yan’s beautiful features. “He fled so far, desperate to erase me from his life. He’d never mention me to mere acquaintances. If he told you about me, it must mean you’re close.”

Chen Yan’s icy hand gripped Bai Yao’s face, making her wince in pain.

Chen Yan sneered, “You’re so pretty—surely men flock to you. Are you and Chen Shuo lovers?”

Bai Yao caught the discord in her words. It was not the concern of a sister for her brother, but the jealousy of a woman for another who drew near him.

Bai Yao said, “I have someone I love. It has nothing to do with Chen Shuo.”

But Chen Yan would not believe her. Beneath that fragile exterior was an obsession that had tipped into madness. “You’re going to die anyway, Miss Bai. No one can save you, and delaying is useless. If you die, will Chen Shuo come looking for me?”

“He’ll come back, won’t he?” Chen Yan mused. “After all, I should be the person closest to him in this world. I raised him. Blood and emotion—no one can come between us.”

“Yes,” Chen Yan murmured, “we were born to be together.”

Bai Yao understood at last—Chen Yan’s possessiveness toward her younger brother was twisted. She desired him as a woman desires a man, seeing him as her property.

From Chen Shuo’s mention of applying to a distant university, it was clear he did not want to be trapped in this warped relationship. So he left, perhaps hoping his departure would restore Chen Yan to normalcy. But he had not foreseen that she would only grow more extreme.

Chen Yan had claimed her husband was away, and Bai Yao had noticed the spotless shoe rack and ashtray, thinking the lady of the house must be meticulous. Now she realized—the home had never had a man. Chen Yan had fabricated a vision of marital happiness to satisfy her own delusions. And the husband, of course, was Chen Shuo.

Bai Yao steadied herself, attempting to deceive Chen Yan. “Chen Shuo has mentioned you to me more than once.”

Chen Yan’s gaze faltered.

Bai Yao pressed on, “He regrets being so far from you. Only after your separation did he realize what he truly wanted. He longs for a peaceful life with you. He wants to come back, but he doesn’t know how to face you. After so many years, how could he not miss you?”

Chen Yan’s expression softened slightly. “Is what you say true?”

“Of course. I have Chen Shuo’s contact information. I can reach him, tell him you’ve been waiting for him. He’ll be eager to see you.”

Joy spread across Chen Yan’s face. “He’ll come back to me. Wonderful, wonderful. I can finally have a child with him…”

Bai Yao watched her closely, knowing she had played her cards right. If she kept appeasing Chen Yan, perhaps she could find a chance to escape.

Suddenly, there was a disturbance from the upstairs bedroom.

Chen Yan’s face darkened. “Keeping him locked up, and still he won’t behave.”

In an instant, Chen Yan snapped out of Bai Yao’s fabricated fantasy. Rising to her feet, she looked coldly down at Bai Yao. “You lied to me. When he left, he said I disgusted him. He hated me, feared me. He’ll never come back.”

She laughed then, gently stroking her own abdomen, her voice dreamy. “No matter. If he doesn’t return, I can still bear a child most like him. If not this one, then the next, and another after that…”

Bai Yao was shaken to her core. “How will you bear his child?”

Chen Yan smiled. “It’s simple. I kept his hair. Dr. Song will use the latest technology to extract his genes… Oh, right, Dr. Song is dead now. But it doesn’t matter—I can find someone else.”

Chen Yan caressed her belly, a radiant maternal glow seeming to emanate from her. “Once I’ve dealt with you, and disposed of that useless little waste, everything will be perfect.”

“Wait—he deceived you!” Bai Yao cried. If Chen Yan used Chen Shuo’s genes, the child would surely resemble him. Yet that doctor had spoken of using the boy’s eyes in the basement, clearly harboring his own schemes.

But Chen Yan refused to waste another moment. The banging from the upstairs bedroom grew louder. She seized the shovel and struck Bai Yao’s head.

Dizziness engulfed Bai Yao. With ringing ears, she thought she might already be dead.

The last shovelful of earth filled the pit. Chen Yan gazed at the surrounding flowers and smiled with genuine satisfaction. “These flowers will bloom even more beautifully. Thank you, Miss Bai.”

Then she entered the house.

It was time to deal with the final problem.