Translator: CinderTL
After the car accident, his wife, the woman he called Ruo Xi, fell into a coma. At one point, doctors believed she would never wake up. Watching the helpless doctors, Linghu Yong appeared more tormented than if he were dead himself.
Some of the younger nurses whispered among themselves, saying she had chosen a good man. Even after becoming like this, he remained devoted to her.
But no one knew that Linghu Yong had planned everything. He had even orchestrated the timing of the accident, the point of impact, and the surrounding traffic conditions. He had even predicted the approximate arrival time of the ambulance.
Yes, he wanted Ruo Xi dead.
Only her death could bury their secrets forever.
But he hadn't anticipated that this woman, who had always been meek and submissive before him, possessed such tenacious vitality. Even such a severe impact hadn't killed her instantly.
After emergency treatment, she miraculously survived. Though her head had suffered severe trauma, the doctors warned them to prepare for the possibility that she might never wake up.
Yet... she was still alive.
As long as she was still alive, there was always a chance she would wake up. When she did, she would connect the recent events and realize that the car accident had been arranged by him. He absolutely couldn't accept that consequence!
Years ago, late one night, he had persuaded Ruo Xi's father to leave, staying alone in the hospital room to watch her lying in bed with her eyes tightly closed.
She was his wife, but now she had become his death warrant.
Lost in a daze, he suddenly heard a sharp gasp. Then, the woman who had been motionless on the bed began to tremble.
Though the movement was slight, it immediately alerted Linghu Yong, who had been standing nearby.
Under Linghu Yong's conflicted and terrified gaze, the frail woman slowly opened her eyes.
They were empty, unfocused eyes. After a long moment, Ruo Xi seemed to realize where she was. Her pupils slowly rotated in their sockets, and the instant her gaze met Linghu Yong's, they changed abruptly.
A wave of fear instantly flooded her eyes.
Just as I suspected.
Linghu Yong's heart sank. Though slow to react, she wasn't stupid. Upon waking, Ruo Xi immediately realized Linghu Yong was behind everything.
Linghu Yong strode forward and stared down at the familiar face.
Ruo Xi's lips trembled slightly. She was severely injured, nearly paralyzed, and unable to speak. The terror in her eyes was almost tangible, and Linghu Yong saw a plea for mercy in them.
"You know too much. I can't risk letting you live. Blame your excessive curiosity for forcing you to hack into my computer."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Linghu Yong reached out and slowly pulled off the breathing mask covering Ruo Xi's face.
"Hah—"
"Hah—"
Violent gasps filled the air. Ruo Xi writhed frantically, her pale face flushing crimson. She struggled desperately, desperate for a breath of fresh air, but her efforts were futile.
Linghu Yong watched silently. The nightmare was driving him to the brink of madness. His secret could not be known by another soul, or he would die.
No, he would face a fate far worse than death!
He wouldn't place all his hopes on a single woman.
The violent struggle seemed to have aggravated her injuries. Blood gushed from her mouth in great gulps, and Ruo Xi choked on it, coughing violently. Her hand arched back, veins bulging on her face. Even in death, her eyes remained fixed on Linghu Yong's face, locked in a death grip.
Beyond despair, only hatred remained.
Pure, astonishing hatred.
Staring at the woman's unclosed eyes, Linghu Yong couldn't deny a flicker of fear, but he clenched his jaw and met her gaze with equal ferocity. "Don't blame me," he snarled. "You brought this on yourself!"
Time and space seemed to blur, and Linghu Yong found himself back in that hospital room, reliving the scene like a film reel rewinding. Each frame flashed before his eyes, identical to the past. When everything settled, he slowly approached Ruo Xi and closed her unseeing eyes.
It wasn't a pang of conscience that drove him, but the unsettling feeling of something within him struggling to break free, as if her gaze had unleashed a flood he couldn't contain.
Now, all he had to do was wait.
As dawn approached, Linghu Yong feigned panic and rushed to the duty nurse, claiming his wife, Ruo Xi, had died. He said he'd been exhausted and fallen asleep, only to wake and discover her lifeless.
But it was too late.
Just as he took a few steps away and turned back, his habitual need to confirm he'd left no trace of his crime froze his blood.
Ruo Xi's eyes were fixed on him, filled with venomous hatred.
How could this be?
Why had she opened her eyes again?
Linghu Yong's mind was already reeling. He couldn't tell whether this was reality or a replay of the past, forcing him to relive the events he'd already experienced.
Yet he distinctly remembered Ruo Xi being dead, her eyes never reopening.
Something had changed.
Linghu Yong slapped his face hard. It hurt. This wasn't a dream. He cautiously approached, his trembling hand reaching out to close Ruo Xi's eyes one last time.
Closer, closer... Just as his fingertips brushed her eyelid, a bone-chilling cold surged through his fingertips.
So cold.
Ruo Xi's body didn't look like that of someone who had just died. It was more like she had been stored in a cold storage facility for a long time.
Fortunately, her eyes closed again without any further surprises.
Just as Linghu Yong was about to leave immediately, a premonition compelled him to turn back for one last look, just to confirm.
But this time, the gaze that met his was still a pair of relentless eyes.
A moment later, Ruo Xi's already stiffened lips twitched, and large, bloody tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. "Do you really want me dead that badly?"
Linghu Yong's mind went blank. He clutched his hair, his pupils trembling violently. His legs stumbled backward, and he felt like he was going insane.
No, the entire world had gone mad!
"Do you really want me dead that badly?!"
"Do you really want me dead that badly?!"
The piercing voice, filled with boundless resentment, echoed like a broken record, each wave rising higher than the last.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Linghu Yong's mental defenses finally crumbled. He crawled backward, weeping, as a warm liquid trickled down his legs.
"I don't know anything! Leave me alone! Leave me alone! I don't want to die!"
The burly Linghu Yong collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud, wriggling backward. A pair of pale, white hands slowly emerged from the darkness behind him, and Linghu Yong felt a chill run down his neck.
"I'm dead! Why are you still alive?!" a woman's voice shrieked in his ear.
"No! No! Ah...!"
(End of the Chapter)
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