Chapter Thirty-One p2
Bo Chi raised her small fist, and pounded her like she was acting coquettishly, neither lightly nor heavily: “I’m just a little emotional, after all, Ning Gui is still young, and when she’s outside, she’s always gentle and weak, and many people have a crush on her…”
“Knowing people, knowing their faces, but not knowing their hearts.” Yu Zhao had seen many people with honeyed words and a sword in their belly, and said indifferently: “If someone like her hides until she gets married and has children, who knows how many innocent and pitiful animals will die tragically in her hands.”
Bo Chi nodded silently, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in her mind, and she couldn’t help but ask: “You understand human nature very well?”
Yu Zhao chuckled: “I can’t say I understand it very well, but I know more than you, a little girl who’s still in school.”
Bo Chi hummed: “Then let me ask you, if two good friends who have a very good relationship suddenly fall out when they graduate, and one of them even says that she never regarded the other person as a best friend, then, then… did the other person do something wrong?”
Yu Zhao looked down at her.
Bo Chi tried to blink, holding back the sourness in her eyes, and said fiercely: “What are you looking at me for?”
Yu Zhao hesitated, and said a little carefully: “I feel like you… are a little aggrieved.”
“No!” Bo Chi denied it in one breath, and as if to convince herself, she repeated: “No, I don’t have any good friends, only a disgusting rival. What’s there to be aggrieved about?”
Yu Zhao sensed that she was in a low mood, raised her hand and rubbed her head, and shifted the topic to the question: “How was the relationship between the pair of friends you mentioned before graduation?”
“Very good.” Bo Chi said gloomily: “They’ve known each other since they were young, they’re childhood sweethearts. In elementary school, I—cough, let’s call them B and Y. B liked to stick to Y since she was a child, always going over to do homework with her, secretly putting breakfast and snacks in her desk, and when she found out that Y was being abused at home, she was the first to let her parents send her father to prison.”
“B believed that she was absolutely devoted to Y. She, who always had a short attention span, wanted to be best friends with someone forever for the first time.” Bo Chi said, and couldn’t help but pinch Yu Zhao. Seeing Yu Zhao’s eyebrows twitch, she said fiercely: “But Y was always lukewarm to her, only silently taking care of B in action. B thought that Y was not good at expressing herself, and never asked for more. When she planned to follow the trend and have a sweet relationship when she graduated, she even excitedly pulled her to look at handsome guys.”
“But that was their first quarrel.” Bo Chi’s momentum deflated, and she whispered: “Y said very hurtful words, B was sad and slammed the door and left. After that, she childishly targeted Y everywhere, Y didn’t give in, and retaliated against B, causing B’s other friends to get married and have children, while she was still a lonely single dog…”
“Later, they were at odds with each other, both regarding each other as rivals. Whenever they met, they would inevitably be expressionless. The gatherings they were both at were as cold as a pool of stagnant water. More and more people knew that they were not on good terms, and began to consciously avoid them being present at the same time.” Bo Chi said sadly: “But only B and B’s family knew that she had never given up on figuring out the reason for the falling out. In order to make them mend their broken mirror—pah!—of reconciling them, B’s brother even arranged for them to be in the same car on his wedding day, but unfortunately there was an accident, and the questions that B had rehearsed countless times in her mind were ultimately not asked.”
Yu Zhao touched Bo Chi’s head heavily: “My condolences.”
Bo Chi: “…She’s not dead yet!”
Yu Zhao was silent for two seconds, put down her hand nonchalantly, and coughed lightly: “I see, the reason why Y fell out with B must be because…”
Bo Chi looked up at her, the seriousness in her eyes impossible to ignore.
Yu Zhao was inexplicably a little unhappy, vaguely feeling that Bo Chi cared a little too much about the Y in the story.
This made her swallow the guess that ‘Y might have a crush on B’, and instead said seriously: “It must be because she’s ugly and psychologically distorted, and mistakenly thought that B taking her to see handsome guys was a veiled mockery and ridicule of her, coupled with being abused as a child, and B’s compassionate and enthusiastic offering of breakfast…”
“Wait, wait!” Bo Chi was dumbfounded, and hurriedly grabbed Yu Zhao’s arm, explaining desperately: “B didn’t mean to offer it, it was because Y was thin and small at that time, and often held her hand against her stomach. B was afraid that she would ruin her health, so she gave her breakfast. In order not to let her misunderstand, B gave it secretly, she shouldn’t have known it was B.”
Yu Zhao asked calmly: “Who was she closest to at that time?”
Bo Chi was stunned and hesitated: “It should be B.”
Yu Zhao raised her eyebrows: “Then who do you think she thought of first when she found the breakfast? Or rather, among so many people, who would be kind enough to give her breakfast?”
Bo Chi was stunned.
She originally thought that this secret had been well hidden.
But seeing Yu Zhao’s immediate reaction… Could it be that the little Yu Zhao back then had also discovered the truth long ago?
“…In summary, Y is a narrow-minded, extremely inferior, wealthy-hating, and insidious person.” Yu Zhao saw Bo Chi’s stunned face, and became more and more calm: “This kind of person is not suitable for deep friendship, and is not worth paying attention to. I think you can stop caring about her and focus on the people around you.”
Speaking of this, Yu Zhao raised her head slightly, her whole body filled with reserved hints.
Bo Chi stared at her blankly, looked at her for a long time, then turned her head and stepped on the black soil without saying a word.
Yu Zhao was puzzled, reached out and turned her face back, forcing her to look at herself: “Unhappy?”
Bo Chi nodded silently, pulled her hand down, and said seriously: “I don’t think Y is that kind of person, even you… can’t slander her like that.”
Yu Zhao was immediately amused, and asked through gritted teeth: “Who exactly is Y?”
Bo Chi pursed her lips and muttered: “You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you, I won’t tell you!”
She pushed Yu Zhao away and walked back unhappily.
After taking two steps, her waist tightened, and Yu Zhao picked her up in a princess carry and strode into the house.
Bo Chi was startled, wrapped her arms around Yu Zhao’s neck, and said in confusion: “What are you doing?”
Yu Zhao looked down at her and smiled sinisterly: “Fucking. You.”
**
Bo Chi deeply realized what it meant to speak without thinking.
Because of a Y, she was interrogated by Yu Zhao on the bed for a long time. Finally, seeing her sobbing and unable to speak, Yu Zhao let her go with a cold face, and began to emphasize her sovereignty while doing it.
After a day of trouble, Bo Chi was completely exhausted, her legs trembling and unable to walk. She was carried to the dining room by Yu Zhao, who had a stinky face.
Fortunately, Ning Gui was not in the dining room, allowing Bo Chi to retain a trace of dignity.
The delicious food was right in front of her. Even though Yu Zhao looked displeased, Bo Chi didn’t have the energy to care about her, her heart and eyes were all on eating.
However, not only were her waist and legs sore and weak, but even lifting her arms was difficult. She clearly grabbed her chopsticks and tremblingly picked up a pile of vegetables, but only a few lonely strands remained when they returned to the bowl.
She stared at the bowl in a daze, was silent for a while, then raised her head with tears in her eyes, and said aggrievedly: “Ah Zhao…”
Yu Zhao didn’t want to pay attention to her.
Yu Zhao wanted to teach her a lesson.
Yu Zhao had a cold face.
Yu Zhao… picked up her chopsticks.
A lot of Bo Chi’s favorite dishes were piled up in the small bowl. She immediately broke into a smile, and became heartlessly happy again.
When she smiled, even if Yu Zhao had a bigger fire, it would be extinguished. She could only resign herself to staring at her, and whenever Bo Chi’s gaze lingered on a dish for two more seconds, she would quickly pick it up for her.
After eating, Yu Zhao put down her chopsticks and carried Bo Chi back upstairs again.
As soon as Bo Chi touched the bed, she quickly burrowed into the quilt, not even revealing her little head, and pretended to sleep soundly.
Yu Zhao saw through her little trick and said leisurely: “Burying your face in the quilt, aren’t you afraid that in the darkness… you’ll suddenly see a ghost face?”
Bo Chi was successfully frightened by her, jumped directly off the bed, and said angrily: “You dare!”
Yu Zhao climbed onto the bed and stretched out her arms to her: “Come into my arms, and I won’t scare you.”
Bo Chi hesitated and stood in place.
Yu Zhao said helplessly: “I won’t bother you tonight, I’ll just hold you and rest.”
Bo Chi immediately rushed over without any worries.
That night, the two of them were sweet as honey, but Ning Gui was repeatedly collapsing in pain.
The day before, she could still hold on and refuse to admit what she had done. Today, before dawn, she was kneeling in the garden with disheveled hair, digging desperately with her hands.
Bo Chi got up in the morning, stood by the window and looked at the scenery. When she looked down, she saw that Ning Gui’s hands were so badly dug that they were unrecognizable, and she couldn’t help but wonder: “What is she digging for?”
Yu Zhao floated behind her, wrapped her arms around the girl’s waist, tilted her head to listen for a while, and said lazily: “She’s digging for the bones of those animals. Every time Ning Gui abused and played with animals, she would leave them with a breath, and then bury them in the soil, enjoying the animals’ last struggle.”
Bo Chi exhaled a long breath, her eyes filled with disgust as she looked at Ning Gui, and at the same time, she was puzzled: “She buried them in reality, right? Now that she’s in the castle, what bones is she digging for?”
“The white cat told her that somewhere under this castle, its bones were buried. As long as Ning Gui could dig them up, it would let her live.”
Bo Chi was silent for a moment, and said softly: “This is part of the revenge, right? How could there be bones in the castle? The white cat is imitating Ning Gui’s previous behavior, leaving her with a last bit of hope, and then cruelly shattering it?”
Yu Zhao lowered her head, kissed Bo Chi’s earlobe, and smiled lightly: “Clever.”
Bo Chi curled her lips, and then quickly sighed: “Since it’s come to the burial stage, Ning Gui won’t live long.”
Yu Zhao hummed, without the slightest empathy for witnessing the death of a life, but said happily: “When she’s dead, I can take you out. Where do you want to get married?”
Bo Chi was still immersed in complex emotions, and was stunned when she heard this: “Huh?”
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Bo Chi: What are you good at?
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