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Locked Door
墨書 Inktalez
Did I really do it? Did I really kill her? Han Zhiye stared blankly at the body on the ground. The blood-stained knife had just been thrown from his hand, landing on the side, and the bed in front of him was already soaked with blood, while her naked body lay on top, not moving at all...
1
"Is another day gone in the blink of an eye? It seems the older I get, the faster time flies," Yushizhi mused. "Indeed, I must be getting old."
"What are you talking about? You're only 24, the most beautiful and charming age," Han Zhiye sweetly replied. "Feeling like time flies is probably because today was just too happy."
"Yeah, that's right," Yushizhi chuckled and turned around happily, "Because I have an Zhiye to accompany me." With that, she affectionately hooked her arm with Han Zhiye's, staying close to him.
"The rest of tonight will also pass by quickly," Han Zhiye said with a mischievous smile.
"You're so annoying," Yushizhi chuckled. She knew exactly what he meant.
Even though it's already spring, the temperature at night is still a bit low. The two of them snuggled up and walked through an upmarket residential area. The houses in this area are all high-end homes that ordinary people can't afford. Yushizhi's home is among them. After walking for a while, they arrived at the house. Because it was too much trouble to go around to the front door, Yushizhi decided to enter through the back door. She took out the key and opened the back door, then walked in.
The room was not lit, and the yard was pitch black.
"Ah, no need to lock the door," Yushizhi said.
"Is it okay not to lock it?" Han Zhiye, who was walking behind and about to lock the door, asked. After all, he didn't plan to go back tonight and intended to stay here overnight.
"Well, after all, my brother hasn't come back yet," Yushizhi said, her expression suddenly turning cold.
"Oh," Han Zhiye didn't say much, just closed the door as she said, without locking it.
The luxurious private residence, which was five and a half stories high, was all private, but Yushizhi's main living space was on the 4th floor.
Upon entering the living room and dropping his bag, Han Zhiye couldn't wait to embrace Yushizhi and kiss her. A French kiss. Han Zhiye's hand reached down to Yushizhi's lower hem, wanting to take the next step, but she stopped him.
"Okay, next, let me take a shower first, okay?" She showed a helpless and bitter smile, as if coaxing a child.
"Alright, my little darling." Han Zhiye reluctantly kissed his girlfriend's nose before finally letting her go. Yushizhi then briskly walked up to the rooftop to collect the clothes.
Han Zhiye sat alone on the sofa in exhaustion. He reached for a cigarette, wanting to light it, but then thought of Shizhi and how much they disliked the smell of smoke, so he resisted the urge and put it back, letting his mind wander aimlessly. At this moment, he could never have anticipated the tragedy that would unfold two hours later—a tragedy that would ruin his life.
About 30 minutes later, Yushizhi returned to the 4th floor with clothes in hand and went straight into the bathroom.
"Baby, shall we wash together?" Han Zhiye smirked like before.
Yushizhi didn't say anything, ignored him, and walked straight into the bathroom, unceremoniously closing the door.
"I was just kidding. Why are you angry?" Han Zhiye shrugged, muttering to himself in a lonely manner.
There is the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Han Zhiye sits back on the sofa. There seems to be some news in the company group, but he has no intention of looking at it. Whatever happens, his managers can handle it. His principle is that he absolutely will not open any work-related groups after work hours - but this is a capricious privilege that only the president can have.
On the wall opposite, there is a large high-end LCD TV screen, with a small wine cabinet next to it. Zhiye leaves the sofa, walks to the wine cabinet, takes out the bottle of whiskey specially prepared for him, pours a glass, sits back on the sofa, and drinks it all in one go. Accompanied by a faint burning sensation in his throat, his mood becomes extremely comfortable.
During the time he was waiting for the bath, he idly flipped through the magazines on the table to pass the time. Although they were leisure magazines, they were all in English, and he could hardly understand them at all. Since graduating from college, he hadn't had any contact with English. Even during his college years, his English grades were just passable, barely reaching a Level 4 standard. It was only natural that he couldn't understand. However, he didn't intend to understand, nor was he very interested in the content. He just wanted to look at the pleasing pictures of beautiful women in the magazines as a small comfort in the absence of Shizhi.
Unconsciously, he had flipped through six or seven magazines on the table. After all, it was just looking at pictures, and it wasn't any kind of adult magazine. There weren't many pictures of beautiful women, and even if there were, they weren't explicit. They were very "healthy" pictures that didn't stimulate his adrenaline and make him stare at them for minutes on end. It was normal, after all, Shizhi couldn't possibly look at those kinds of magazines...
He casually threw the magazines back on the table. It was then that he suddenly realized the sound of running water had disappeared at some point, and there was no sound coming from the bathroom. He looked at his phone and realized that more than 40 minutes had passed since Yushizhi had gone in.
"What's going on? Why is it taking so long to take a bath tonight," he thought.
" Shizhi, are you asleep?" he called out to the bathroom.
No response.
Strange.
" Shizhi?"
Still no response.
What's going on? Did you really fall asleep? He suddenly felt a little worried, so he stood up and walked towards the bathroom door. He pressed his ear against the door, but still couldn't hear any sound. " Shizhi, I'm coming in," he said as he placed his hand on the door handle.
However, just as his hand touched the door handle, the door suddenly opened, startling him.
"What's up?" Yushizhi asked, looking at him.
Due to just having taken a shower, her snow-white delicate body was emitting a slight heat. In the misty surroundings, there was a hazy beauty about her, making her appear even more charming than usual.
"I thought you fell asleep in there after taking such a long time to wash."
"Sorry, I actually did." Yushizhi awkwardly smiled, "I couldn't help it, taking a bath is just too comfortable."
"It's not good to do that. Even though we don't have to worry about gas or other issues, it's not good if you catch a cold."
"Are you worried about me?"
"Of course I'm worried."
"Yeah, sorry. Next time... next time it won't happen again." For some reason, when she said "next time," she paused and had a meaningful expression.
She hummed softly as she wiped her wet hair with a towel, walking towards the living room. Just out of the shower, she wore a gray hooded long-sleeve T-shirt, the hem reaching the upper part of her thighs, perfectly covering her private area. She wasn't wearing any pants, and her slender, fair, and long legs extended from the hem of the T-shirt. Overall, she exuded a strong sense of girlishness. Han Zhiye was very certain that there was absolutely nothing else worn inside that T-shirt.
Shizhi Just hung the towel used to wipe my hair on the clothesline, and suddenly felt a surge of warmth on my back. Han Zhiye followed closely, tightly embracing her slender waist. "Wait, don't be so hasty," she pouted slightly, reproaching, but made no effort to break free. Han Zhiye just held Shizhi like that, gently nuzzling her neck and lightly kissing her snow-white neck.
Despite having been in a relationship for 4 years, her body not only did not make him feel tired, on the contrary, every time he held her, he was as excited as the first time.
Zhiye Suddenly picked her up horizontally Shizhi.
"Wow!" Shizhi was caught off guard and instinctively held onto his neck.
When she came to her senses, she glared at him with some annoyance and said, "You really are." But his domineering nature was also what attracted her to him. Han Zhiye carried her into the bedroom, placed her on the soft bed with a pink blanket, and then leaned over her.
He kissed her lips passionately. The soft, warm touch quickly made his body feel hot.
Han Zhiye just turned 30 this year and is the president of a top national company.
He is very tall, over 1.8 meters, with a small beard above his lips, making his handsome, dark face look more mature and charming - in other words, the so-called "tall, rich, and handsome."
As for Yushizhi - she has a beautiful face that everyone loves, as mentioned earlier, she is 24 years old this year, and she graduated from undergraduate university two years ago. She is now working as a foreign language translator in the foreign affairs department of her father's subsidiary company.
Zhiye met Shizhi four years ago through a friend's introduction, and they started dating from that time. At that time, he was not as brilliant as he is now. He can achieve his current achievements, which can be said to be almost entirely due to Shizhi. Without her, he probably - or "definitely" is not an exaggeration - would not have what he has today.
After everything was done, the two of them lay naked on the bed. A gorgeous decorative lamp hung on the ceiling, emitting a soft orange light.
"What have you been busy with lately? I couldn't reach you all week." Shizhi nestled in the arms of an Zhiye asked softly.
"Sorry, I've been too busy with work lately," Zhiye gently stroked Shizhi's dark brown hair and said tenderly.
"What have you been busy with?"
"Our company is working on a major project recently."
"A major project?"
"That's right. This project is really something. If it succeeds, the influence of my company will not be limited to the domestic market, and it might even become one of the top global enterprises."
"So amazing?"
"Yeah."
"What kind of project is it? Can't you tell me?"
"I will tell you later, now is not the time," said the Zhiye as he suddenly sat up. He sat upright in front of Shizhi, gazing into her eyes.
Shizhi, still lying down, did not understand his intention and looked at him with confusion.
" Shizhi, after this project is successful, let's travel the world, shall we? After traveling the world, let's live abroad directly? But before that,"
Zhiye stopped and took something out of his pocket. It was a small, delicate black box. He opened the box, and a dazzling diamond ring appeared.
"Before that, will you marry me?" He knelt on one knee on the bed, earnestly looking into Shizhi's eyes.
"Wow, I'm so happy!"
- According to the expectations of the Zhiye, Shizhi should have reacted like this, either showing a shy expression and nodding gently. After all, he really couldn't think of a reason for her to refuse.
However, Shizhi did not show the expected reaction, nor did she widen her eyes in surprise or cry with joy.
On the contrary, at the moment she saw this box, her expression suddenly became cold—just like pressing a button, the change was so sudden.
She suddenly got up from the bed, gracefully put on a white shirt, and sat on the single sofa next to it, casually running her fingers through her still-damp long hair.
"And then?" she asked.
"Um?"
" Zhiye is good at using this trick to deceive girls."
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, I know it, you know," Yushizhi continued to speak in a teasing and confident tone, " Zhiye —and that girl. Do you really think that women are all fools, and even if you cheat openly, it won't be discovered?"
" Shizhi, what... what are you talking about?!" Han Zhiye started to speak incoherently, "How could I..."
"Oh, what a lovely girl," Yushizhi interrupted him, "I guess she's just in her early twenties, younger and cuter than me, huh? But what surprises me even more is that I've seen her before.
"I remember, her father - Yu Jianlang - is a big shot in the business world, and he's a sworn enemy of my father."
"When I was in high school, my dad and Yu Jianlang were still friends. One time, the two of them made plans to have dinner together, and at the time, she and I also went along separately, although we didn't really talk. I remember she was a pretty quiet girl. Do you men all like that kind of obedient and cute type?"
" Shizhi, you've misunderstood. I knew her before, and that time we just happened to meet on the street and had a meal together. We don't have that kind of relationship."
"Oh really? Just had a meal and ended up in a hotel? And also affectionately holding hands, is that right?"
"......"
"I think you haven't forgotten, have you? When I first met you four years ago, you were in a sorry state. It was my dad who lent you money and helped you, and that's how you achieved your current status."
"And when my dad agreed to help you, he set one condition, which is that you have to marry me."
"But now you have forgotten your gratitude and betrayed Dad, betrayed me, and sneaked around with other younger and prettier girls behind my back - you are scum, unforgivable!" The confident attitude just now suddenly turned, and Yushizhi's suppressed anger suddenly erupted.
"It's not like that, Shizhi, listen to my explanation..." Zhiye hastily got up.
"I am just too disappointed in you, you are such a lousy man!" she said as she stood up and walked to the dressing table.
"I want you to break up with her immediately, otherwise I will tell my dad about your actions. I think you should be very clear that once my dad takes action, he can easily bring you down.
"By then, not only will you lose your current social status and company, but you might also end up on the streets!
"You may be thinking that the father of your other girlfriend will help you, but unfortunately, I will tell Yu Jianlang about our relationship and his daughter as well."
"When Yu Jianlang finds out that you've betrayed his daughter by two-timing her, what kind of expression do you think he'll have? I'm really looking forward to it."
"Can you not do this?" Zhiye pleaded, gently wrapping his arms around Shizhi from behind.
Shizhi broke free from his embrace, picked up the phone on the dressing table, and said, "I'm calling my dad right now."
"Don't do this, Shizhi! Can you give me a day? No, half a day will do. I'll talk to her tomorrow morning and end it with her, okay?" he pleaded.
"Now."
"Uh?"
"I want you to call her right now and break up with her! Right now!"
"But..."
Shizhi pretending to call my dad.
"Don't! Alright, I'll listen to you. I'll call her now!" Zhiye reluctantly agreed to her request.
Shizhi Throwing Zhiye's phone to him, she then turned away, lit a cigarette, and smoked it fiercely.
She stood with her arms crossed.
Through the slightly transparent white shirt, the slender figure underneath is faintly visible. But Zhiye feels no desire at all now. Cold sweat seeps from his forehead, running down his cheeks.
How could this happen? Shizhi Everything was fine just now, why did this suddenly explode now? When did she find out? According to her, it seems she didn't just find out, but knew a long time ago. So why now...
No, more pressing issues need to be considered now.
More realistic issues. More urgent issues.
He can't break up with Meijia now, not because he loves her, but because he needs to leverage her father's power in society.
The project he just talked to Shizhi about can only be successful with the help of Yu Jianlang, who can use his connections and social status to assist him.
If it weren't for his help, this project would never have succeeded. When Yu Jianlang agreed to help Zhiye, he also made the condition that Zhiye must marry his daughter Meijia.
If he were to break up with Meijia now, Yu Jianlang definitely wouldn't help him anymore, and then this project would naturally fall through.
I can't let this happen. I've worked so hard to get to where I am today, and I've finally been able to step into the world. I absolutely cannot give up on this project! Zhiye thought to himself.
But he also couldn't afford to offend Shizhi, just as she said, her father The Pacific Ocean indeed had the ability to make him wish he were dead. What to do? He clenched his phone tightly, gritting his teeth in thought. He had reached a dead end. No, there was still one way, although it was extremely dangerous. One wrong move and he would be beyond redemption, shattered to pieces. But he had no other choice.
In order to protect the reputation and status he has now obtained, and to be able to advance in the world and become famous, he had no choice but to do this. He tightly clenched his fist, his fingernails digging deep into the palm of his hand. Perhaps - he had to kill this woman! After a while, there was no sound behind him, which made him feel a little anxious. Shizhi
"What's wrong? Why haven't you called yet?" she asked impatiently.
No one answered.
Shizhi Turned back.
In an instant, she widened her eyes and froze in place.
Zhiye Holding a fruit knife in his hand, the one that was originally on the table. He is now gripping it.
His face contorted severely, his eyes becoming fierce and terrifying.
"What... what do you want, what do you..." Shizhi trembling voice asked.
Zhiye pounced.
Before there was even time to scream, the sharp knife deeply pierced Yushizhi's chest.
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