Category: Bloodthirsty Countess’s Overbearing Love

Chapter 95

“Miss Li Xinjun, do you take Miss Song Ling to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?”

“I do!”

“Miss Song Ling, do you take Miss Li Xinjun to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?”

“I do!”

“By the power vested in me by God, I now pronounce you wife and wife. May you love and cherish each other, through thick and thin, till death do you part. Amen. You may now exchange rings.”

Song Ling took Li Xinjun’s right hand and slowly slid a diamond ring onto her ring finger. They both held their breath, their hands trembling with anticipation. After Song Ling had placed the ring on her finger, Li Xinjun took Song Ling’s hand and slipped another diamond ring onto her finger.

After exchanging rings, they embraced, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. A lone but enthusiastic applause echoed through the beautiful chapel. Apart from the two brides and the priest, there was only one witness: Mark, their best friend and family.

Mark had known them since the Qing Dynasty, witnessing every stage of their relationship. Seeing them finally exchange vows filled him with emotion. Although Fan Weiqi was no longer with them, he knew she would have been happy for them.

Song Ling and Li Xinjun walked over to Mark, who embraced them both tightly.

“Congratulations! I’m so happy for you both! It’s wonderful to see you finally together!”

“Thank you, Mark. We wouldn’t be here without you. You’re our benefactor, our best friend, and our family.”

“We’re practically family after all these centuries. Enough with the formalities! What are your plans now? Back to China or back to England?”

“We’re planning to travel the world, to explore all the places we missed while we were apart. What about you? Back to England to continue your environmental activism?”

“I’m also planning to travel the world. In fact, if you hadn’t called me back for the wedding, I would be sunbathing in the Maldives right now. After Qiqi’s passing, I needed a change of scenery. I want to see the world through her eyes.”

“Then we’ll part ways for now. When we’re tired of traveling, we’ll come find you.”

“Okay.”

Mark kissed them both on the cheek and then left. Li Xinjun and Song Ling, hand in hand, walked out of the chapel. They didn’t bother with a legal marriage certificate or a wedding reception. A simple ceremony, a simple dress, a simple ring, a single witness, and a priest: it was perfect.

A wedding was just a ceremony. What truly mattered was the love in their hearts and their unwavering commitment to each other. As long as the person standing beside you at the altar was the one you loved, it was the perfect wedding.

They spent the next year traveling the world, exploring new places, indulging their curiosity, and savoring every moment together. They had no itinerary, no deadlines, no destination in mind. They simply followed their hearts, enjoying the beauty of the world and the company of each other.

Although they had lived for centuries, they still retained their childlike wonder, their hearts filled with excitement at every new discovery.

There was a saying: “The world changes, but love remains.” It described the passage of time, how some things fade with the years, while others endure. For Song Ling and Li Xinjun, their love for each other had remained constant, unwavering, despite the changing world and the passing centuries.

They were lying on sun loungers on a beach, enjoying the warm sun and the gentle breeze. Li Xinjun picked up her phone and opened Weibo, which she hadn’t checked in a while. After her retirement, Yu Wenqian had returned control of her account to her, but she had been so preoccupied with her blissful life with Song Ling that she had neglected her social media presence.

Her last Weibo post was her retirement announcement. She scrolled through the comments, thousands of them, most expressing sadness and disappointment at her departure, some offering understanding and well wishes, and many inquiring about the mysterious partner she had mentioned at the press conference.

Li Xinjun smiled. She took Song Ling’s hand, snapped a photo of their intertwined hands, and posted it on Weibo, with a simple caption: “Holding your hand, growing old together.” She then closed the app and continued to enjoy her day with Song Ling.

“Who did you send that photo to?” Song Ling asked.

“To my fans on Weibo.”

“You still care about your fans? You promised me you would quit acting. Have you forgotten already?”

“No, I haven’t. I just wanted to share our happiness with everyone.”

“It’s been almost a year since you retired. Do you think anyone still cares about you?”

“I just checked Weibo. The last comment was posted last night. I’m still quite popular, you know.”

“That’s why I don’t want you to continue acting. I don’t want everyone ogling you. How do you think that makes me feel?”

“You’re such a jealous lover!”

“You’re mine!”

“We’re married! What more do you want?”

“I don’t care! You’re mine, and mine alone!”

“Okay, okay, I’m yours forever. I love you, wifey.”

“I love you too, wifey.”

Li Xinjun leaned down and kissed Song Ling. Song Ling wrapped her arms around her neck, savoring the moment. Suddenly, Li Xinjun’s phone rang. They both looked at the phone, surprised. No one had called them in a long time.

Li Xinjun answered the call. The caller ID displayed “Yu Wenqian.”

“Hello, Sister Wenqian! Long time no see! What brings you to call?”

“Hello, Mo Mo? I just saw your Weibo post. Congratulations! You two are so sneaky! Getting married without telling anyone! Aren’t you having a reception?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Sister Wenqian. Ling Jie and I wanted to keep it private, so we didn’t tell anyone. It was just a simple ceremony. I’m sorry we didn’t invite you. How have you been?”

“No need to apologize. I was just calling to congratulate you. And to remind you that the Berlinale is next week. ‘Whispers of the Heart’ is nominated, and I was wondering if you’d be interested in attending. You might have retired, but you’re still one of the lead actresses and a nominee. What do you say?”

Li Xinjun looked at Song Ling, seeking her opinion. Song Ling shrugged, indicating that she didn’t mind. Li Xinjun then replied,

“Yes, we’ll attend.”

“Both of you?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, great! I’ll arrange your seats. See you there!”

“Okay, see you there. Bye.”

“Bye.”

A few days later, Li Xinjun and Song Ling checked out of their hotel and flew to Berlin for the Berlinale. They walked the red carpet hand in hand, dressed in matching outfits, their love for each other evident. Reporters, both local and international, flocked to them, snapping photos.

Li Xinjun’s Weibo post, featuring the photo of their intertwined hands and the caption “Holding your hand, growing old together,” had sparked a frenzy online. Fans had noticed that the other hand in the photo belonged to a woman, and the internet was abuzz with speculation. Li Mo was trending on Weibo.

Now, seeing Li Mo in person, hand in hand with the CEO of Pinnacle Entertainment, the reporters realized that Song Ling was the other person in the photo. The revelation sent them into a frenzy, their cameras flashing nonstop.

“Mo Mo, look this way! Look this way!”

“Ms. Song, can you stand closer to Mo Mo?”

“Mo Mo, are you and Ms. Song married? Is that Ms. Song’s hand in the photo?”

“Can we get a shot of your rings?”

Li Xinjun, unfazed by the attention, wrapped her arm around Song Ling’s waist, posing for the cameras. Song Ling, exuding confidence, placed her hand on Li Xinjun’s shoulder, smiling at the reporters.

The reporters, delighted by their cooperation, continued to snap photos. As they were about to leave, Li Xinjun, to appease the reporters, kissed Song Ling gently on the lips, sending the cameras into overdrive.

Inside the venue, Li Xinjun and Song Ling were seated with the film crew. Director Wang, seeing Li Xinjun, gave her a hug, and then they all took their seats.

The ceremony began with an opening speech by the hosts, followed by the presentation of awards by various presenters. The Berlinale was a prestigious event, attracting films from all over the world. Most of the attendees were foreigners.

There weren’t many films from Asia in competition. “Whispers of the Heart” was one of the few that had made it to the final selection. To show their support, Chinese television stations were broadcasting the ceremony live.

“And now, we’ll be presenting the award for Best Director. Please welcome our presenter, Steven Charles.”

“Thank you. Thank you for the warm welcome. Let’s take a look at the nominees.”

A montage of film clips played on the screen, including a clip from “Whispers of the Heart,” featuring Fan Weiqi and Li Mo. Li Xinjun’s eyes welled up with tears as she saw Fan Weiqi’s face. Song Ling, noticing her sadness, handed her a tissue.

The cameras captured the tender moment, and the live stream chat exploded with comments, mostly expressing support and admiration for Li Mo and Fan Weiqi.

“And the winner of the Best Director award at the 2020 Berlin International Film Festival is… Wang Zhigang from China! Please welcome Director Wang to the stage!”

Director Wang stood up, and Li Xinjun embraced him, her eyes filled with tears. He shook hands with the people around him and then walked onto the stage, accepting the award from the presenter.

“Thank you. Thank you to everyone who supported ‘Whispers of the Heart.’ Thank you to my amazing crew, to Li Xinjun for her brilliant performance, and to Fan Weiqi, who is no longer with us. You made this film possible. Thank you.”

Director Wang’s voice choked with emotion as he mentioned Fan Weiqi. They had been friends and colleagues for many years, and he couldn’t say much more without breaking down.

He quickly finished his acceptance speech and left the stage. The cameras captured his raw emotion, transmitting it to viewers in China. Fan Weiqi’s fans were crying, the live stream chat flooded with messages of love and support.

The hosts continued the ceremony, presenting more awards. “Whispers of the Heart” won several awards, including Best Screenplay and Best Cinematography.

“And now, for the most anticipated award of the night: Best Actress. Please welcome our presenter, Christine Cole.”

“And the winner of the Best Actress award for 2020 is… Fan Weiqi! Please welcome Fan Weiqi to the stage!”

Director Wang gently nudged Li Xinjun, urging her to accept the award on Fan Weiqi’s behalf. Li Xinjun, her heart heavy, walked onto the stage, accepting the award from the presenter. She stood at the podium, her eyes scanning the audience, tears streaming down her face. She bit her lip, unable to speak. Her gaze finally settled on Song Ling.

Song Ling raised her fist, giving her a thumbs-up. Li Xinjun nodded and then turned to the audience, taking a deep breath.

“Thank you. Thank you to everyone who loved and supported Fan Weiqi. I met her through ‘Whispers of the Heart,’ and I have to say, she was an incredibly dedicated and talented actress. This film wasn’t originally a dual-lead film, but Qiqi, without any hesitation, auditioned for the supporting role because she loved the character.

She wanted to portray the character authentically, so she spent a lot of time with me, trying to build chemistry, and we quickly became close friends, even best friends.

Although she tragically passed away during filming and couldn’t be here tonight to accept this award, I know she would be happy. This award represents your recognition of her talent and your love for her. I thank you on her behalf.

Qiqi, we love you, and we’ll never forget you. Thank you again for your support. Thank you.”

Li Xinjun couldn’t hold back her tears. The audience was moved, many wiping away tears of their own. Director Wang, who had been crying since leaving the stage, broke down completely, sobbing in his assistant’s arms.

Li Xinjun, holding the award, walked off the stage. Song Ling met her at the bottom of the stairs, and Li Xinjun embraced her, her sobs shaking her body. Song Ling held her close, her dress damp with Li Xinjun’s tears.

“Let’s go home, wifey,” Song Ling whispered, her voice gentle.

“Okay, let’s go home.”

Song Ling took Li Xinjun’s hand and led her out of the venue, away from the cameras and the crowd. It was Li Xinjun’s final public appearance, her final farewell to the world of entertainment.

Years later, people still spoke of Fan Weiqi and Li Mo, their names becoming synonymous with talent and tragedy. Even Song Ling’s name occasionally surfaced in conversations, often linked to rumors of immortality and eternal beauty.

“Jun’er, look at you! It’s been decades, and people still talk about you and Weiqi! We can’t even go back to China anymore!”

“Oh, wifey, I didn’t expect it to be like this! I just wanted to have some fun and be an actress for a couple of years! I didn’t realize I would leave such a lasting impression!”

“You were the same in the Qing Dynasty! I turned my back for a moment, and you became the famous Li, the talented scholar! You almost became the Empress! And now you’re the eternal legend, Li Mo! From now on, you’re not leaving my sight! I can’t handle any more of your shenanigans!”

“But wifey, you can’t keep me locked up forever! I haven’t worked in thirty years! I’m bored of traveling!”

“That’s because you’re too charming! You attract trouble wherever you go!”

“Wifey… Please! I’ll choose a low-key profession! Okay?”

“Like what? Tell me.”

“A pilot? I’ll be stuck in the cockpit all day. No one will see me.”

“No! Those flight attendants will be all over you! I won’t allow it!”

“Then how about a stunt performer? There aren’t many women in that profession.”

“No! Those men will be ogling you! I won’t allow it!”

“… Men are out, women are out… What do you want me to do?”

“You can be my wife!”

“… I meant a job!”

“Hmm… I’ll start a company, and you can be my secretary. We’ll outsource all the other work, so no one else will see you.”

“That’s no different from being locked up! I’ll be stuck with you all day!”

“Are you complaining about being with me?”

“No, that’s not what I meant!”

“Are you bored of me? Tell me!”

“Wifey, you’re wrong! I love you more than anything! How could I be bored of you?”

“Then stay by my side and never leave my sight!”

“… Yes, ma’am.”

———–The End———–

Chapter 94

Xu Dao’s death didn’t cause much of a stir. The police investigation yielded no conclusive evidence, and the case was eventually closed as an unsolved mystery. Meanwhile, the film starring Li Xinjun and Fan Weiqi, “Whispers of the Heart,” was released in theaters worldwide.

The film was a box office success, receiving critical acclaim. Fan Weiqi’s devoted fans flocked to theaters to see her final performance, their support driving ticket sales to new heights.

Capitalizing on the film’s popularity, theaters increased the number of screenings, making it accessible to a wider audience. Amidst the film’s success, Li Xinjun, or rather, Li Mo, who should have been basking in the spotlight, announced her retirement from acting.

Her announcement sent shockwaves through the entertainment industry and the media, reigniting interest in the film. One of the two female leads had died during filming, and now the other one was quitting acting.

Rumors and speculations ran rampant, with some claiming the film was cursed and others blaming the lack of proper rituals during filming, suggesting they had offended the gods. The truth remained elusive, lost in a whirlwind of gossip and conjecture.

Li Xinjun, wanting to dispel the rumors and prevent further speculation, agreed to a press conference, allowing journalists to ask questions.

“Li Mo, ‘Whispers of the Heart’ is a box office hit, propelling your acting career to new heights. Why are you quitting now? Don’t you think it’s a shame?”

“Li Mo, there are rumors that ‘Whispers of the Heart’ is cursed. How do you respond to that?”

“Li Mo, why have you decided to retire from acting?”

“Li Mo, was Fan Weiqi’s death a factor in your decision?”

“Li Mo, is it true that you turned down a collaboration with a famous Hollywood director?”

“Li Mo…”

“Li Mo…”

As Li Xinjun entered the press conference room, the reporters bombarded her with questions, their voices a cacophony of demands and inquiries. Li Xinjun, overwhelmed, didn’t know where to begin. The room descended into chaos until Yu Wenqian stepped forward, grabbed a microphone, and addressed the reporters.

“Attention, everyone! I know you all have many questions, but please, one at a time! Li Mo can’t answer all of you at once! Please return to your seats and raise your hands if you have a question. We’ll try our best to answer all your queries. Thank you for your cooperation.”

The reporters, momentarily subdued, returned to their seats. Li Xinjun sat down and adjusted the microphone in front of her.

“Good evening, everyone. I’ve called this press conference because I know there are many questions and concerns regarding my sudden retirement announcement.

First of all, I want to assure everyone who loves and supports me that I’m doing well. Please don’t worry. I made the decision to retire before ‘Whispers of the Heart’ was even finished. It has nothing to do with any of the rumors and speculations circulating out there.

The reason for my retirement is simple: I want to focus on spending time with my loved one. The entertainment industry is very demanding, and the hours are unpredictable. I don’t want to neglect my partner and my personal life because of work. I hope you can understand and support my decision.

Finally, regarding Miss Fan Weiqi’s passing, yes, it was a devastating loss for me. But I haven’t given up on life. Those of you who knew Qiqi well would know that she was a passionate and vibrant person who cherished every moment of her life.

As her best friend, I share her philosophy. So, even though I’m heartbroken, I will continue to live my life to the fullest, because I know that’s what Qiqi would have wanted. And I want to tell all her fans and supporters to do the same: live your lives with passion, cherish every moment, and don’t let her passing bring you down.

That’s all I wanted to say. I hope I’ve answered your questions. Thank you for coming tonight.”

Li Xinjun put down the microphone and whispered to Yu Wenqian. The reporters, eager for more answers, raised their hands, clamoring for attention. Yu Wenqian raised her hand, calming them down.

“I know you still have many questions, but I believe Li Mo has addressed the key points. We’re running out of time, so I’m limiting each reporter to one question. Please think carefully before asking. Let’s start with this gentleman here.”

“Li Mo, you mentioned that you’re retiring to spend time with your loved one. Is this person from the entertainment industry? Can you reveal their identity? Are you planning to get married? And how did you two meet?”

“That’s more than one question, but I’ll answer them all. My partner is sort of from the entertainment industry, but I’d like to keep their identity a secret for now. You’ll find out soon enough. Next question, please.”

“Li Mo, you said we’ll find out soon enough. Does that mean you have some good news to share?”

“Hehe, you reporters are very perceptive. But again, I’d like to keep some things private. Please don’t press me on this matter.”

Yu Wenqian, seeing that time was running out, ended the press conference, escorting Li Xinjun out through a back exit while she stayed behind to deal with the reporters.

Li Xinjun, using the VIP exit, arrived at the underground parking lot and saw the familiar silver Maserati waiting for her. She got into the car, leaned forward, and kissed Song Ling on the lips. Song Ling, her eyes filled with love, stroked her hair, and then drove away.

“Where are we going?” Li Xinjun asked.

“To the airport.”

“So soon?”

“Haven’t I waited long enough? Two hundred years?”

“Sister Ling, look! That plane is flying so low!”

“We can’t even see planes from here…”

“No, look at that car! It’s so cool! It’s even better than your Maserati!”

“You’re comparing a Toyota to my Maserati?”

“Wow! Sister Ling, look! A UFO!”

“…”

Li Xinjun continued her charade, distracting Song Ling, preventing her from bringing up the topic of their departure. Song Ling sighed, resigned, and let her ramble. They arrived at the airport, boarded the plane, and Li Xinjun promptly fell asleep, denying Song Ling any opportunity to discuss their plans.

Song Ling, watching her sleep, smiled. She knew Li Xinjun was just pretending, but she couldn’t help but find her adorable. She held Li Xinjun’s hand, her grip tight. This time, she wouldn’t let her go. Never again.

Chapter 93

Li Xinjun’s eyes narrowed, their color shifting to a pale green. Xu Dao, shocked by the transformation, stumbled backward, pointing a trembling finger at Li Xinjun’s eyes.

“Y-Your eyes… How did they turn green?”

“I’ll ask you one more time! Did you kill Qiqi?!”

Li Xinjun advanced towards her, her aura menacing. Xu Dao had never seen her like this before. Fear gripped her heart, and she tried to flee, but Li Xinjun grabbed her by the throat, her grip unyielding. Xu Dao struggled, clawing at Li Xinjun’s hand, but to no avail.

“What are you?! How are you so strong?! And your eyes… they changed color!” Xu Dao realized with horror that something was terribly wrong.

“You said you loved me, didn’t you? What’s wrong? Are you scared now?”

Li Xinjun sneered, revealing a sharp fang. Xu Dao trembled, her face pale with fear, unable to speak.

“As you can see, I’m not human. Killing you would be as easy as crushing an ant.”

“You… You’re a vampire?!”

“You could say that. Some people call me a jiangshi. It doesn’t matter what you call me. All I want is to avenge Qiqi! And you will pay!”

“No! Please don’t kill me! Don’t you care about Song Ling? If you let me go, I’ll spare her life!”

Li Xinjun burst out laughing, amused by Xu Dao’s desperate plea. Song Ling didn’t need her mercy. Although Li Xinjun didn’t know what Xu Dao had done, she was curious.

“What could she possibly do to me? Send assassins to kill me?”

Song Ling entered the chapel, a cold smile playing on her lips. Li Xinjun, seeing her, smiled sweetly. Xu Dao, her face contorted with fear, couldn’t believe that Song Ling had survived and was now standing before her.

“How did you…?”

Song Ling, with superhuman speed, appeared beside them. Xu Dao looked at them, her eyes wide with terror. Song Ling winked at her, her smile sinister.

“Disappointed to see me, Director Xu? The people you sent to kill me are in police custody. They confessed that you paid them to eliminate me. Sorry to disappoint you.”

“You’re both monsters!”

“Yes, you’re right. We are monsters.”

“Sister Ling, how did you find me?”

“I saw your message and came home, but you weren’t there. I followed your scent and found you here. I checked, and it seems she tampered with the explosives. That’s how Weiqi died. What do you want to do with her?”

Li Xinjun turned to Xu Dao, a cruel smile on her lips. She gently traced Xu Dao’s neck with her sharp fingernail, slicing open her carotid artery.

Blood oozed from the wound. Li Xinjun released her grip, and Xu Dao collapsed to the floor, clutching her neck.

“Xu Jie, do you know what’s the most terrifying thing?”

Li Xinjun asked, her arms crossed, looking down at Xu Dao. Xu Dao didn’t answer, fear paralyzing her. She tried to get up and flee, but her heavy wedding gown hindered her movements. Li Xinjun smirked, enjoying her panic.

“I’ll tell you. The most terrifying thing isn’t death. It’s wanting to die but being unable to. Don’t worry, I’ll let you experience it.”

“Mo Mo, please, I beg you, let me go! Remember how kind I was to you? Please, just let me go!”

Xu Dao pleaded, scrambling to her feet. Li Xinjun, still smiling, helped her up. Xu Dao felt a glimmer of hope.

“You know, Xu Jie, Qiqi didn’t even have time to say her last words. She had just started dating Mark. They could have been so happy.”

“Mo Mo, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I was wrong!”

“No, Xu Jie, you weren’t wrong. There’s nothing wrong with loving someone. I was the one who was wrong. I was too kind to you. I gave you the opportunity to hurt the people I love. It’s my fault.”

Li Xinjun dipped her finger in the blood on Xu Dao’s neck and then licked it, savoring the metallic tang. Xu Dao, her face streaked with tears, watched in horror.

She saw an opportunity and, grabbing her heavy skirt, ran towards the chapel door. She burst through the door, but Song Ling was standing there, blocking her escape.

“Director Xu, that’s very rude. Leaving without saying goodbye? Didn’t your mother teach you any manners?”

Song Ling, with a swift movement, raked her claws across Xu Dao’s stomach, ripping open her flesh, exposing her intestines. Xu Dao screamed in pain, collapsing to the floor, her body trembling.

“Please, have mercy! I know I was wrong!”

Song Ling, her hand covered in blood, licked her fingers, her eyes cold. Li Xinjun approached her, looking down at Xu Dao. Her white wedding gown was stained crimson with blood. Xu Dao realized that there was no escape.

She clutched her wound, pleading for her life.

“Sister Ling, don’t kill her so quickly. I want her to suffer.”

“That’s easy. I haven’t fed yet, and I’m hungry. I’ll give her the gift of immortality. Then you can play with her all you want.”

“No, I don’t want her to taint your mouth. And I don’t want to be stuck with this disgusting creature for eternity. Let’s just prolong her suffering and let her die slowly.”

“Okay, whatever you want. I don’t care. How about we try some ancient Qing Dynasty torture methods on her?”

“I like that idea.”

“You two demons! Devils! You’ll rot in hell!”

Xu Dao, hearing their conversation, broke down completely. She realized that death was inevitable. She used her last bit of strength to curse them. Song Ling smirked, squatting down in front of her. Xu Dao cowered in fear.

Song Ling grabbed her hand and snapped her index finger, breaking it in two. Xu Dao screamed in agony, but Song Ling didn’t stop. She grabbed another finger and broke it, continuing until all ten of Xu Dao’s fingers were broken. She then released her grip.

Xu Dao, overwhelmed by the pain, fainted. Li Xinjun walked over and stomped on her knee, shattering it with a sickening crack. Xu Dao woke up screaming, her body wracked with pain. She looked at the two demons standing over her, tears streaming down her face.

“I’m sorry! I know I was wrong! Please, stop torturing me! Just kill me! I beg you!”

“Xu Jie, giving up so soon? That’s no fun.”

“Yes, we haven’t even gotten to the eye-gouging and tongue-cutting yet.”

“Please, just give me a quick death! I beg you!”

Li Xinjun picked her up and strung her up on the chapel’s cross, then ripped open her neck wound, letting the blood flow freely.

Xu Dao, hanging upside down, her body weak, could only watch helplessly as her blood dripped onto the white floor, staining it crimson. Fear consumed her. She remembered why she had fallen for Li Mo. She had found her docile and obedient, easy to control.

She had never imagined that Li Mo was a terrifying monster. She watched as Li Xinjun and Song Ling, hand in hand, walked towards the chapel door. Was her love for Li Mo real?

Tears streamed down her face. The woman she truly loved had left her because she couldn’t handle Xu Dao’s jealousy. Blinded by rage, she had driven her beloved to her death. It was only when she was cleaning out her ex-girlfriend’s belongings that she discovered a letter revealing her love for Xu Dao. Xu Dao had destroyed their love with her own hands.

Her blood continued to drip, her life ebbing away. Li Xinjun and Song Ling left the chapel, leaving her to die alone. Her eyelids grew heavy, her vision fading. As she breathed her last breath, her suffering finally ended.

Chapter 92

Song Ling examined the film set. It had been preserved as it was on the day of the accident, as the police had sealed it off for their investigation. She walked over to the spot where the explosives had been placed.

“Is this where the explosives were placed that day?”

“Yes,” Director Wang confirmed.

“Who was in charge of detonating them? And where was he positioned?”

“Lao Chen was in charge. He’s a seasoned explosives expert. We’ve worked together countless times. The control panel was next to the main camera, over there.”

Song Ling looked in the direction Director Wang was pointing. It was quite a distance away, and the person operating the control panel wouldn’t have been able to see what was happening at the explosion site. She thought for a moment and then asked,

“Was anyone guarding this area?”

“No, this was the designated explosion zone. Once the explosives were set up, no one was allowed to stay here.”

“What about the rest of the explosives? Where were they stored?”

“In a temporary storage shed in the back. I’ll show you.”

Director Wang led her to a makeshift shed in the back. It was a simple structure, with plywood walls and a single door, without even a lock.

“There’s no lock on the door?”

“No, we usually film explosion scenes outdoors. And that day was the last day of filming, so the shed was just a temporary structure. We didn’t bother locking it.”

Song Ling calculated the distances and angles. Xu Dao would have had ample opportunity to tamper with the explosives. Unfortunately, there were no security cameras on the set. Otherwise, they might have found some answers.

She walked around the set, meticulously examining every detail, not wanting to miss anything. Afterward, Director Wang took her to meet Lao Chen, the explosives expert, to ask him about the incident.

Lao Chen insisted that the amount of explosives he had used couldn’t have caused such a powerful explosion. And he had personally handled all the explosives, without any assistance. He was baffled by the accident.

Lao Chen was despondent. He was a veteran in the industry, his name synonymous with quality and safety. This accident had tarnished his reputation.

He had been living with guilt ever since, blaming himself for the deaths of two people. He had replayed the events in his mind countless times, trying to identify any mistakes he might have made, but he couldn’t find any.

He was adamant that he had followed all the procedures correctly, but the tragedy had happened, and there was nothing he could do to change it.

“Lao Chen, don’t dwell on it. We’ve worked together for years, and I trust your judgment. I know you feel guilty, but you have to move on. Don’t let this consume you.”

“Director Wang, I appreciate your concern, but I can’t forgive myself. I checked everything multiple times! I don’t understand what went wrong! I’m the explosives expert! I’m responsible for this! Two people died, Director Wang! How can I not think about it?”

“Mr. Chen, do you remember seeing anyone near the explosives after you set them up?” Song Ling asked.

“Now that you mention it… Yes, I do! After I set up the explosives, I was walking towards the control panel, and I saw a woman walking near the explosion zone. I immediately sent my assistant to escort her away. I was furious! Everyone knew that area was off-limits! We had even cleared the set for safety! I couldn’t understand why she would enter a restricted area!”

“Was it this woman?” Song Ling showed him a photo of Xu Dao on her phone.

“Yes! That’s her!”

“Ms. Song, have you discovered something?” Director Wang asked, his voice laced with concern.

“If I’m not mistaken, she must have taken some extra explosives from the storage shed and added them to the existing setup. That’s why the explosion was so much more powerful.”

“Ms. Song, that’s a plausible theory! We did a count of the remaining explosives after the accident, and we were missing a bag!” Lao Chen exclaimed.

Director Wang gasped, his hand covering his mouth. Although it was just speculation, it explained many of the inconsistencies. He looked at Song Ling, his eyes wide with shock.

“Should we inform the police?”

“It’s just speculation. We have no evidence. It’s pointless.”

“But shouldn’t we do something?” Director Wang asked, his voice filled with frustration.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let this go. I’ll get to the bottom of this.” Song Ling’s voice was cold, her eyes filled with determination.

Meanwhile, Li Xinjun was leaving Pinnacle Entertainment. She had promised Song Ling that she would quit acting after this film, but the accident had disrupted her plans, and she hadn’t had a chance to discuss her future with Yu Wenqian.

She exited the building and took out her phone, opening WeChat and clicking on the contact “My One True Love.”

“Sister Ling, I just left the office. I’ll be home soon. Don’t worry. How’s your investigation going?”

She waited for a reply but received no response. She put away her phone and then realized that Xu Dao was standing in front of her, her face pale.

“Mo Mo, I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Xu Jie, what are you doing here?”

“I came to see you.”

“How did you know I was here?”

“Never mind that. I have something important to discuss with you. Come with me, please.”

Li Xinjun didn’t want to go with her, but Song Ling’s suspicions about Xu Dao’s involvement in the car accident and Fan Weiqi’s death made her curious.

“Okay, I have some time.”

Xu Dao smiled brightly, relieved. She led Li Xinjun to her car. She didn’t reveal their destination, and the atmosphere was tense and awkward.

“Xu Jie, where are we going?”

“We’re almost there. You’ll see when we get there.”

Xu Dao drove up a winding mountain road. They were far from the city, and Li Xinjun felt uneasy. She took out her phone, intending to send her location to Song Ling. She opened WeChat, but Xu Dao snatched the phone from her hand.

“Be a good girl and put your phone away. I have a surprise for you. We’re almost there.”

Xu Dao held her phone, her smile unnerving. Li Xinjun was annoyed but decided to remain silent, curious to see what Xu Dao was planning.

They reached the top of the mountain, where Li Xinjun saw a beautiful glass chapel. Xu Dao parked the car and then got out, opening the door for Li Xinjun.

“Xu Jie, why are we here?”

“Shh… Be patient. You’ll see.”

Xu Dao took Li Xinjun’s arm and led her towards the chapel. Li Xinjun didn’t like being touched, so she gently pulled her arm away.

Xu Dao didn’t seem to mind. She placed her hand on Li Xinjun’s shoulder instead, guiding her into the chapel. Inside, Li Xinjun was greeted by a breathtaking display of white and pink roses.

Xu Dao excitedly led her to the altar and told her to wait there. She then rushed into a back room. When she emerged, she was wearing a white wedding gown.

She looked stunning. Li Xinjun had rarely seen her dressed up, and the transformation was remarkable. Xu Dao, holding a bouquet of flowers, her face flushed, approached Li Xinjun.

“Mo Mo, do I look beautiful?”

“Yes, you do. But why are we here? And why are you dressed like that?”

“Aren’t you surprised? I dressed up for you! You know I don’t usually dress up, but I’m willing to do anything for you. Look at this place! I decorated it myself!

I know you like white and pink roses, so I bought them specially for you. Isn’t it beautiful?”

Xu Dao held up the bouquet, her eyes shining with love. Li Xinjun, speechless, didn’t know how to react. She was about to speak, but Xu Dao cut her off.

“Mo Mo, I love you! Marry me! Forget about everyone else! Look, I even have a wedding dress for you! It’s a matching set!”

Xu Dao put down the bouquet, went to a nearby chair, and picked up another white wedding gown, her face beaming with happiness. Li Xinjun, however, didn’t share her joy.

“Xu Jie, this joke is going too far.”

“I’m not joking! I love you! You know I love you! But you’ve been blinded by those evil women! First, that damn Fan Weiqi, and now Song Ling! They’ve corrupted you!”

“So you tried to kill them?”

“Yes! They deserve to die! They shouldn’t have taken you away from me! It’s a shame I didn’t kill that bitch Song Ling! I saw her clearly before I hit her with my car! But she was completely unharmed! I don’t know if I’m getting old and my eyesight is failing!

But it doesn’t matter! I have other plans for her! Today is our second anniversary! I want it to be our wedding anniversary! Li Mo, marry me!”

“Tell me, did you kill Qiqi?!”

“Don’t call her that! She’s dead! She has nothing to do with you anymore! Forget about her!”

“Answer me! Did you kill Qiqi?!”

Chapter 91

A few days later, Song Ling’s assistant delivered a file containing information about the car owner. Song Ling glanced at the document, her brow furrowing as she saw the name: Xu Dao. She locked the file in her drawer and looked at her assistant.

“Are you sure that car belongs to her?”

“Yes, Ms. Song. I obtained this information from the police.”

“Do one more thing for me. Have someone follow her and gather all her personal information, no matter how insignificant it seems. I want to know everything about her.”

“Yes, Ms. Song. I’ll get right on it.”

“Xu Dao, why did you try to kill me? What are you planning?” Song Ling wondered.

Upon returning home, she was about to tell Li Xinjun about Xu Dao when she saw Xu Dao and Li Xinjun chatting in her living room.

Xu Dao’s face turned pale as she saw Song Ling enter. She froze, staring at her in disbelief. Song Ling smirked, her smile cold, and then walked over to Li Xinjun, kissing her on the cheek.

Li Xinjun turned and kissed Song Ling on the lips. Xu Dao’s face flushed red with anger, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

Song Ling sat down beside Li Xinjun, her arm around her waist, pulling her closer. She smiled at Xu Dao.

“Director Xu, what brings you to our humble abode?”

“I know Mo Mo is still upset about Qiqi, so I came to keep her company. I didn’t expect to see you here, Ms. Song.”

“What are you talking about? This is my home. Where else would I be?”

“Your home? Mo Mo, why didn’t you tell me you didn’t have a place to stay? You could have stayed with me. You don’t have to impose on Ms. Song.”

“Xu Jie, Song Ling and I are lovers. It’s normal for us to live together. You don’t have to worry.”

“But I thought you and Fan Weiqi…”

“Sigh… There’s no point in hiding it anymore. Qiqi was just pretending to be my girlfriend to help me out. It’s just unfortunate that she’s no longer with us.”

“So there was nothing going on between you two? I thought you…”

“Xu Jie, I’ve explained this to you countless times, but you wouldn’t listen. You don’t have to go out of your way to keep me company. Song Ling is here with me. That’s enough.”

“… So you’ve been with Ms. Song this whole time?”

“Yes, we’ve been together for a long time.”

“Hehe, I had no idea. I’m sorry to have intruded. I think I should be going now.”

“Xu Jie, are you alright?”

Li Xinjun was concerned by Xu Dao’s dejected demeanor, but Xu Dao didn’t reply. She simply turned and walked out of the house, her head held high.

“Jun’er, what do you think of Xu Dao?” Song Ling asked, her voice casual, but her eyes sharp.

“She’s not a bad person, but she’s a bit strange. And she’s very possessive when it comes to love. It’s suffocating. That’s why I distanced myself from her.”

“Did she do anything to you?”

“Not really. She just followed me everywhere, no matter where I went. It was very annoying. I rejected her many times, but she didn’t seem to understand. It wasn’t until Qiqi, seeing my predicament, pretended to be my girlfriend that Xu Jie finally backed off.”

“So Xu Dao thought you and Weiqi were a couple?”

“Yes. Why are you so interested in Xu Jie? Hehe, are you jealous again? Don’t worry, there’s nothing between us. And I don’t like her personality. You can rest assured.”

Li Xinjun climbed onto Song Ling’s lap, wrapping her arms around her neck, forcing her to look at her. Song Ling couldn’t help but smile and kissed her on the lips.

“Stop fooling around. I’m serious. I need to know more about Xu Dao.”

“Why?”

“I suspect she was the one who tried to kill me.”

Li Xinjun frowned, releasing Song Ling’s neck and looking at her seriously. Seeing that Song Ling wasn’t joking, she got off her lap and sat down beside her.

“Did you find something?”

“Yes, my assistant traced the car to Xu Dao. I have reason to believe she’s trying to harm me.”

“But why would she do that? You haven’t had much interaction with her, have you?”

“I don’t know, but based on her behavior just now, and what you told me about her, I have a theory.”

“What is it?”

“I think she’s acting out of jealousy and hatred. That’s why she tried to kill me. And I even suspect that she might be responsible for Weiqi’s accident.”

“What?! You think Xu Jie killed Qiqi?!”

“I’m not sure yet. I’m just speculating.”

Li Xinjun’s eyes flashed green with rage. She clenched her fists, her aura surging, shattering a nearby glass.

“If she’s the one who did this, I’ll make her pay! She’ll suffer a fate worse than death!”

Song Ling, seeing her fury, pulled her into her arms, holding her tight, her hand stroking her back, calming her down.

“Don’t worry. I’ll investigate this thoroughly. Stay out of it. Leave it to me.”

“Sister Ling, if you find out that Xu Jie was responsible, you have to tell me! I want to avenge Qiqi myself!”

“Okay, I promise. If it was her, I’ll let you deal with her.”

From that day on, Song Ling had Xu Dao followed day and night. She also had her team investigate Xu Dao’s past, uncovering a disturbing pattern. Years ago, Xu Dao had lived in the United States, where she had been in a relationship with a woman.

Their relationship had soured, and a third party had entered the picture, leading to constant arguments and a bitter breakup. Shortly after their separation, Xu Dao’s ex-girlfriend and the other woman had died in a car accident. The police investigation had revealed that the car’s brakes had been tampered with, and suspicion had fallen on Xu Dao, who was believed to be acting out of jealousy and rage. However, due to lack of evidence, the case had been closed.

Xu Dao had then left the United States and returned to China, where she had built a successful career as a film director. She had then met Li Mo and had become fixated on her.

Song Ling, studying Xu Dao’s past, grew increasingly suspicious. She contacted Director Wang, asking him to take her back to the film set. She explained her suspicions to him, asking for his help in reopening the investigation into Fan Weiqi’s death.

Director Wang readily agreed. He had worked with Fan Weiqi on several films and considered her a close friend. He didn’t want her death to remain an unsolved mystery. If it wasn’t an accident, he wanted to find the truth and bring the perpetrator to justice.

They returned to the film set, where the police had conducted their investigation. The police had concluded that the explosion was caused by an excessive amount of explosives, but they hadn’t found any evidence of foul play. The special effects team had been cleared of any wrongdoing, and the case had been ruled an accident.

Director Wang took Song Ling to the site of the explosion and explained the sequence of events and the safety precautions they had taken. Song Ling examined the safe zone Director Wang had indicated and then asked him about the special effects team members. On the surface, there was nothing suspicious.

The only thing that puzzled Song Ling was why the explosion had been so much more powerful than expected, exceeding the safe zone.

“Director Wang, did you see anyone else on set that day? Specifically, Xu Dao?”

“There are always people coming and going on a film set. I can’t keep track of everyone. But I do remember Xu Dao being there that day. Why do you ask?”

“I had an accident recently, and I discovered that Xu Dao was behind it. I had my team investigate her, and I found out that her ex-girlfriend’s death was suspicious. I suspect that Fan Weiqi’s death might also be related to her.”

“You’re saying Xu Dao might be a serial killer?”

“Not necessarily a serial killer, but definitely someone who’s capable of killing out of jealousy and rage.”

“If she’s the one who killed Qiqi, I won’t let her get away with it! Bam!” Director Wang punched a nearby wooden crate, his anger palpable.

Chapter 90

“Miss Fan Weiqi dedicated her life to the stage. She used her life to portray every role with passion and dedication. I believe her passing is a great loss to the world. Let us all remember her beauty and talent. May she find peace and happiness in the arms of our Lord. Amen.”

The priest’s words echoed through the funeral chapel, as mourners dabbed at their tears. After the prayer, they approached the coffin, each placing a white rose on top.

Song Ling, holding Li Xinjun’s hand, led her to the coffin. Li Xinjun looked at Fan Weiqi’s peaceful face through the glass, her features serene as if she were merely sleeping. Li Xinjun touched the glass and then placed her rose on the coffin.

“Qiqi, thank you for your companionship. You were the best friend I could have asked for. I hope you find peace and happiness in heaven.”

“Don’t worry, Weiqi knows how you feel,” Song Ling said, comforting her.

They returned to their seats, and Mark stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Fan Weiqi’s face. He took out a small box from his pocket and placed it on the coffin. He opened the box, revealing two rings. He slipped one onto his own ring finger and then, opening the glass panel on the coffin, gently placed the other ring on Fan Weiqi’s finger.

“I don’t know if you would have said yes, but I wanted to give you this ring. I hope you don’t mind my presumption, Weiqi. I love you. Rest in peace.”

After the final goodbyes, Fan Weiqi’s coffin was taken to the crematorium. Her family, their faces etched with grief, pressed the button, sending her on her final journey. When the process was complete, her ashes were placed in a white urn. With her family’s permission, Mark took a small portion of her ashes and placed them in a glass vial, which he wore around his neck.

Fan Weiqi’s final film became her legacy. The remaining scenes were completed with a body double, and the film was finally finished, albeit with a heavy heart.

Director Wang and his team worked tirelessly on post-production, determined to submit the film to the Berlinale before the deadline. Their hard work paid off, and they managed to submit the film just in time.

Mark returned to England, unable to bear the grief of losing Fan Weiqi. He couldn’t stand to stay in a place filled with memories of her, so he retreated to his familiar life in England, pretending it had all been a dream.

“Sister Ling, if you hadn’t asked Mark to turn me into a jiangshi, would you have done the same, like Mark did?” Li Xinjun asked one day, her voice thoughtful.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I don’t think I have his courage. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. I would rather have you hate me than leave me.”

“What if it were you? If you were the one dying, would you want me to turn you into a jiangshi, or would you want me to let you go, like Qiqi did?”

“My love is possessive. I want us to be together forever. So, if you ask me, I think this is better. We can be together for eternity.”

“I love you, Sister Ling.”

“I love you too.”

Song Ling pulled Li Xinjun into her arms, holding her close. Love was a strange and powerful force. Some people cherished the memories, regardless of how long they lasted. Others, like Song Ling, were greedy, wanting to hold onto their loved ones forever, for all eternity.

But no matter what path one chose, as long as they cherished the people in their lives, loved them with all their heart, and pursued their passions, they could live a life without regrets.

The next day, Li Xinjun slept in while Song Ling went to the office to catch up on work. Yu Wenqian, carrying a stack of documents, entered Song Ling’s office. Song Ling had been absent for a while, and many decisions awaited her approval.

“Ms. Song, I’ve assigned the promotional campaign to Guangli Pictures. Is that okay with you?”

“Yes, that’s fine. I’ve been very happy with your work arrangements. You don’t have to ask me about every little detail. Just use your judgment. And I wanted to discuss something with you. I’m thinking of promoting you to Director. What do you think?”

“What about the salary?”

“Double your current salary.”

“Too low. I’m not interested.”

“Then how much do you want?”

“Triple, at least.”

“I’ll give you quadruple, plus a ten percent share of the profits. I want you to manage all the company’s operations. I won’t be coming to the office very often. If you can’t handle it, I’ll find someone else.”

“Deal.”

“One more thing. Don’t accept any more work for Li Mo.”

“Tsk, tsk, one of you abandons the company, and the other one quits acting. What’s next? A honeymoon?”

“Knowing too much can be dangerous.”

“Hmph, try to get rid of me, and see who’ll run your company for you. Anyway, it’s none of my business. I won’t pry.”

“You’re the most arrogant person I’ve ever met.”

“That’s because you haven’t met many people. Alright, I’m not as free as you. I have a lot of work to do. If you don’t have anything else, I’ll get back to it.”

“Get out of here!”

After settling her work matters, Song Ling took the elevator down to the underground parking lot. As she walked towards her car, she took out her phone from her bag. Suddenly, she heard the screech of tires and a car engine revving. Before she could turn around, a black BMW slammed into her.

The car didn’t stop after hitting her. It accelerated, dragging her under its wheels, and then sped away.

Song Ling was thrown to the ground, rolling twice before coming to a stop. She felt bones breaking, her internal organs ruptured. As the car sped away, she caught a glimpse of the license plate: 48.

She lay there for a moment, her body slowly healing, and then got up. This was no accident. Someone had deliberately waited for her and then rammed their car into her at full speed, intending to kill her. If she weren’t a vampire, she would be dead.

She hadn’t seen the driver, but she had memorized the car’s scent. She moved her newly healed limbs, her eyes cold with rage. She was furious. She didn’t care if it was a case of mistaken identity. She would find whoever did this and make them pay.

She followed the car’s scent, her enhanced senses guiding her. She moved with superhuman speed, a blur through the city streets, until she arrived at a deserted field on the outskirts of the city.

She found a burned-out car, still smoking. The perpetrator had left recently. She examined the car, its exterior charred beyond recognition. There were no identifying marks.

She ripped open the hood and then tore out the engine, examining it closely. She memorized the engine number and then left.

It was late when she returned home. Li Xinjun was waiting for her in the living room. Seeing Song Ling enter, she turned off the TV and approached her.

“Where have you been all day? I couldn’t reach you on your phone. What happened? Why are you covered in dirt?”

“I had an accident. My phone was destroyed in a car crash.”

“You were hit by a car? How could you be so careless? Did anyone see you? Did anyone discover your secret?”

“No, it happened in the parking lot under my office building. And the driver sped away immediately after hitting me, so they didn’t see that I was fine.”

“That’s good. But that’s terrible! What if it had been someone else? They would have been left there to die!”

“They were trying to kill me. They were waiting for me in the parking lot. As soon as I appeared, they floored the gas pedal and rammed their car into me. I followed their scent, and I found their car burned to a crisp. They were trying to destroy the evidence.”

“Have you offended anyone?”

“Even if I had, it wouldn’t warrant attempted murder! I’ve only had this identity for a few years. I haven’t had time to make any enemies. And then I met you, and I’ve been with you ever since. I haven’t had any conflicts with anyone.”

“Then who do you think it was? A case of mistaken identity?”

“Perhaps, but I don’t care. I won’t let them get away with this. They came to my company’s parking lot, so their target, even if it wasn’t me, must be someone from the company. I won’t let them succeed. I memorized the engine number. I’ll have someone track down the owner of that car.”

“Do you need my help?”

“No, thank you. I know you’re still grieving over Weiqi. Let me handle this. I’m very thorough. They won’t find any trace of me. Don’t worry.”

“Okay, but try not to kill anyone. It will just complicate things.”

“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”

Chapter 89

The four of them arrived in Beijing and settled into Song Ling’s villa. Its secluded location provided privacy from the paparazzi, making it a comfortable temporary residence for Fan Weiqi.

After a few days of rest, the film crew contacted them, summoning them back to the set. It was the final stage of filming, which meant the project was nearing completion. Li Xinjun and Fan Weiqi returned to the set with mixed emotions, happy that the film was almost finished, but also sad that their time together was coming to an end.

As actresses, their schedules were demanding, and apart from filming, they rarely had time to see each other. They had become close friends, and the thought of parting ways was bittersweet.

Despite their personal feelings, they both approached their work with professionalism, diligently filming their scenes. Soon, it was time for Fan Weiqi’s final scene. It was the scene where the two female leads were injured in a bombing before fleeing to Shanghai. The set was rigged with explosives.

When Li Xinjun entered the scene, she would see Fan Weiqi running towards her from a distance. An explosion would then erupt behind Fan Weiqi, throwing her to the ground. Li Xinjun would then rush to her side, cradling her in her arms and crying.

Director Wang was explaining the scene to the two actresses when an unexpected visitor arrived. Xu Dao appeared on set, her face plastered with a fake smile as she greeted them. Li Xinjun was surprised. They hadn’t spoken since their confrontation in Shanghai.

She had assumed Xu Dao wouldn’t bother her again, but here she was, back in Beijing, intruding on her life. Li Xinjun excused herself from Director Wang and went to speak to Xu Dao.

“Xu Jie, what are you doing here?”

“I came to visit you on set.”

“Xu Jie… I made myself clear last time. If you keep harassing me, I won’t be so polite anymore.”

“Mo Mo, you’ve changed. You never used to talk to me like this. I thought you were just making excuses to reject me, but… Do you really love that Fan Weiqi that much? Enough to hurt me like this?”

“Xu Jie, this has nothing to do with Qiqi. There was never any love between us. You were the only one who had feelings for me. I’ve always seen you as a friend.”

“Alright, since you’ve made it so clear, I won’t bother you anymore. Go back to work. I’ll just watch from here and leave later.”

“Thank you, Xu Jie. I hope you can move on. I need to get back to work now.”

Li Xinjun, without another thought, returned to Director Wang. Xu Dao, watching her leave, glared at Fan Weiqi in the distance, her eyes filled with hatred.

Li Xinjun and Director Wang discussed the scene for a while, and then filming began. Fan Weiqi, her face etched with worry, searched for Li Xinjun in the crowd. Just as she was about to give up hope, she saw Li Xinjun in the distance, also searching for her.

As if drawn by an invisible force, their eyes met. Fan Weiqi smiled and started walking towards Li Xinjun, her pace quickening until she was running, eager to embrace her.

Li Xinjun stood there, her arms outstretched, waiting for Fan Weiqi. Director Wang held his breath, watching the scene unfold. He raised his hand, signaling the special effects team. As soon as Fan Weiqi entered the safe zone, he would give the signal to detonate the explosives.

The special effects team had conducted numerous safety tests, ensuring that the explosion wouldn’t harm Fan Weiqi. She just had to jump at the right moment. However, for some unknown reason, the explosion was much more powerful than expected, sending Fan Weiqi flying through the air.

Li Xinjun, realizing something was wrong, rushed forward to catch her, but she was too late. Fan Weiqi landed hard, her back severely burned. She lost consciousness, her body limp in Li Xinjun’s arms.

Chaos erupted. The force of the explosion had damaged equipment and injured several crew members. Screams filled the air. Li Xinjun cradled Fan Weiqi in her arms, calling her name, trying to wake her, but Fan Weiqi didn’t respond.

Most of the injured were rushed to the hospital. One extra, who had been too close to the explosion, died instantly. The rest of the cast and crew waited anxiously at the hospital.

Li Xinjun, her body trembling, knelt outside the operating room, waiting for news. Xu Dao, appearing out of nowhere, sat down beside her, offering comfort. Li Xinjun, too distraught to care, allowed Xu Dao to hold her.

Song Ling and Mark arrived at the hospital, their faces etched with worry. Li Xinjun, seeing Song Ling, pushed Xu Dao away and rushed into Song Ling’s arms. Song Ling held her close, comforting her, while glaring at Xu Dao.

Li Xinjun explained what had happened. Mark, worried about Fan Weiqi, paced anxiously. After what seemed like an eternity, the operating room door opened, and the doctor emerged. Li Xinjun and Mark rushed towards him, demanding answers, but the doctor simply shook his head sadly.

“I’m sorry. We did everything we could. You can see her now.”

Li Xinjun collapsed to the floor, her body wracked with sobs. Mark, stunned, rushed into the operating room. Song Ling helped Li Xinjun up, supporting her.

Mark looked at Fan Weiqi’s lifeless body, lying on the bed. He went to her side, his hand gently stroking her forehead, his other hand clutching hers.

A tear rolled down his cheek, landing on the bed. Li Xinjun and Song Ling entered the room. Li Xinjun, her body trembling, rushed to Fan Weiqi’s side and embraced her. Feeling the coldness of her body, Li Xinjun’s eyes turned a pale green, her fangs elongating. She leaned towards Fan Weiqi’s neck, but Mark pushed her away.

“What are you doing?! I need to save her!”

“Don’t you think I want to save her?! Have you considered her wishes?!”

“Just let me save her first! Get out of the way!”

“Li Xinjun! Calm down! I want to save her more than anyone here! But I know she wouldn’t want to become a monster like us!”

“How do you know? We can discuss that after she’s alive!”

“She told me!”

“She told you?”

“Yes! She knew! She knew everything! But she didn’t want to become like us!”

“You… How did she know?”

“I told her! Because I love her! I didn’t want to lie to her! So stop this! It’s her choice! She believed that the length of a life doesn’t matter, as long as it’s a life well-lived! If you truly care about her, respect her wishes and let her go in peace!”

“Mark… Are you really willing to let her go? In a few minutes, it will be too late! Are you sure you want to let her die?”

“No, I don’t want to. But I choose to respect her choice. I hope you will too.”

Song Ling embraced Li Xinjun, who was sobbing uncontrollably. Li Xinjun looked at Fan Weiqi’s lifeless body and then buried her face in Song Ling’s shoulder, her cries echoing through the room. Song Ling held her close, her heart breaking for both of them.

Mark looked at Fan Weiqi, gently stroking her hair, and then kissed her lips.

“I love you. I wish I had met you sooner.”

Li Xinjun’s sobs intensified. Song Ling, not wanting to disturb Mark’s final farewell, gently led Li Xinjun out of the room. Li Xinjun, her body weak from crying, leaned against Song Ling, her sobs subsiding into soft whimpers. Xu Dao, watching them from a nearby chair, clenched her fists, her eyes filled with hatred.

Mark said his final goodbyes to Fan Weiqi, his voice choked with emotion. He remembered their time together, her graceful dance moves, her infectious laughter, her shy smile, her confident and beautiful aura. Now, all that remained was a cold and lifeless shell.

Years ago, he had become a vampire to save his beloved wife, seeking out a legendary immortal, but he had failed to save her. Now, centuries later, he had fallen in love again, only to watch as the woman he loved slipped away. He had the power to save her, to turn her into a vampire, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it against her wishes. The helplessness was crushing.

But he knew that everyone had their own destiny. Fan Weiqi had lived a full and vibrant life. He believed that even though her life had been cut short, she would be remembered, and he would never forget her.

Chapter 88

The day after tomorrow, Song Ling woke up early, intending to drive Li Xinjun to the film set. As they were getting ready to leave, Mark suddenly appeared, declaring that he wanted to join them. Li Xinjun readily agreed, but Song Ling eyed Mark suspiciously. Just a few days ago, he had complained about how boring it was to visit the set, and now that Li Xinjun had recovered, he had no reason to stay in Shanghai. He was supposed to return to England soon, yet here he was, insisting on going to the studio.

Song Ling watched as Mark and Li Xinjun chatted excitedly, deciding to hold her questions for later. She got behind the wheel and drove them to the set.

Upon arriving, Song Ling accompanied Li Xinjun to find Director Wang, while Mark discreetly slipped away. Director Wang, who had been in the midst of scolding a crew member, saw them and immediately brightened, his face breaking into a wide smile as he walked towards them.

“Mo Mo, you’re finally back! How are you feeling? I heard you had surgery? And your hair…”

Li Xinjun self-consciously touched her short hair. Although the new hairstyle accentuated her features, she was still getting used to it after years of having long hair.

“I’m fine now, thanks to you. I had a minor issue with my head, so I had a small surgery. I had to shave part of my hair for the surgery, so I decided to cut it short. It would have looked weird otherwise. I’ll have to ask the makeup team to find a suitable wig for me.”

“The hair is not a problem. The important thing is your health. Are you sure you’re ready to resume filming? I want to get back on schedule, but your safety comes first. If you’re not feeling up to it, don’t push yourself. I can talk to Ms. Song about increasing the investment. I’m sure she’ll understand. Right, Ms. Song?”

Director Wang looked at Song Ling, seeking her confirmation. Song Ling, secretly delighted at the possibility of delaying filming, couldn’t show her true feelings in front of Li Xinjun. She nodded silently, but before she could speak, Li Xinjun interjected, politely declining Director Wang’s offer.

“There’s no need, Director Wang. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. If I experience any discomfort during filming, I’ll let you know immediately. I promise I won’t push myself.”

Director Wang, touched by her dedication, was impressed. He still had some concerns about her health, but he couldn’t argue with her determination.

“Alright, if you’re sure. Then let’s resume filming. But I’ll try to schedule your scenes early in the day, so you can rest and recover. We won’t overwork you.”

“Thank you, Director Wang.”

“I should be thanking you! You’re willing to work even after having surgery! Otherwise, we might not be able to submit the film to the Berlinale this year.”

“I’m just doing my job.”

“Okay, enough with the formalities. Let’s get to work.”

“Okay.”

Director Wang turned to the crew and shouted,

“Everyone, back to work!”

Song Ling, who had been silent throughout the conversation, was puzzled. She followed Li Xinjun to her dressing room. Once inside, Li Xinjun closed the door and pinned Song Ling against the wall, their eyes meeting.

“Are you upset?”

“No.”

“Really? Then why are you so quiet? And why is your face so dark?”

“Stop it. I’m not upset. It’s just…”

“Just what? Sister Ling, didn’t we agree that I would finish filming this movie, and then I would quit acting?”

“Yes…”

“Then why are you still unhappy? Are you still worried about me and Sister Qiqi?”

“I… I really hate the thought of you being touched by someone else. Even if I know she doesn’t have feelings for you, I can’t stand it. Can we skip the sex scene? I’m fine with everything else, but not that.”

“Pfft, you’re so cute! What am I going to do with you? I love you so much!”

Li Xinjun couldn’t help but pinch Song Ling’s cheek. Song Ling pouted, glaring at her. Li Xinjun, seeing no one around, quickly pecked her on the cheek.

“I’ll try to talk to Director Wang and see if we can use the footage we already shot. Maybe we can avoid reshooting that scene.”

“Okay.”

“I have to get back to work now. Do you want to go back to the villa?”

“No, I want to stay here with you.”

“Okay, then you can wander around the set.”

“Okay, go ahead.”

Li Xinjun went to find Director Wang and discussed the possibility of using the existing footage of the bed scene. Director Wang, after considering it, agreed. The footage was usable, and they could avoid reshooting the entire scene. They would just need to film some additional shots.

The rest of the filming went smoothly. Without the challenging sex scene, and with Li Xinjun and Fan Weiqi’s excellent chemistry, they quickly caught up on the lost time.

As filming neared completion, the location shifted back to Beijing. Li Xinjun, Song Ling, Fan Weiqi, and Mark flew back to Beijing on Song Ling’s private jet, while the rest of the crew followed on commercial flights.

On the plane, Mark and Fan Weiqi sat together, their hands intertwined. Li Xinjun, curious, watched them, her eyes darting back and forth between them. She finally couldn’t contain her curiosity and asked,

“What’s going on between you two?”

Fan Weiqi blushed, looking at Mark, who grinned, holding up their intertwined hands for Li Xinjun to see. Li Xinjun, surprised, nudged Song Ling, who was sitting beside her, urging her to look.

Song Ling simply smiled, her expression saying, “I told you so.” Li Xinjun, confused, looked at the three of them, then demanded an explanation.

Fan Weiqi, shyly, recounted the story of how she and Mark had met and fallen for each other. Li Xinjun listened, munching on popcorn, enjoying the gossip. After hearing their story, she turned to Song Ling.

“When did you find out about them? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I just guessed. I saw how often Mark was visiting the set and put two and two together.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would have noticed sooner!”

“You were busy, and it’s not that important.”

“They’re my best friend and our family! How is that not important?”

“Tsk, they just like each other. What’s the big deal?”

“You’re so cold! Do you think Qiqi knows about our true identities?”

“I doubt it. Mark wouldn’t tell her.”

“Why not? It’s bound to happen eventually.”

“I don’t think so.”

“You mean Mark doesn’t want to turn her into a vampire? But then they can’t be together forever.”

“Sometimes, having an expiration date isn’t a bad thing. At least he can give her the best years of his life. Isn’t that better?”

“Hmm, but I think our way is better. We can be together forever.”

“Have you forgotten how resistant you were at first?”

“That’s true. But I’m glad I came around.”

“Hmph, you made me suffer for centuries.”

“Sister Ling, look! The view is so beautiful! So many clouds!”

“…”

Song Ling knew that Li Xinjun was changing the subject, but she didn’t pursue it, letting her get away with it. She knew that she would be forever entangled with Li Xinjun, their lives intertwined, their love story an endless cycle of passion, forgiveness, and reconciliation.

Chapter 87

Meanwhile, Mark, ever since his encounter with Fan Weiqi the previous night, had developed a newfound interest in her. He woke up early and sent her a text message.

“Good morning, Miss Fan. I’ll be in your neighborhood later this morning. Would you be free to join me for breakfast?”

He waited anxiously for her reply, hoping he hadn’t been too forward. A few moments later, his phone chimed.

“Hi, good morning. What a coincidence! Mo Mo is on leave, so I’m free from filming. Breakfast sounds great.”

Mark, thrilled, quickly replied.

“It’s a date then! I’ll pick you up in about twenty minutes. Is that okay?”

“Okay, see you soon.”

“See you soon.”

Mark, unable to contain his excitement, rolled around on his bed, clutching his phone, before jumping up to get ready. He then drove to Fan Weiqi’s apartment building, his heart filled with anticipation.

He arrived five minutes early but didn’t want to rush her, so he waited patiently in his car.

Fan Weiqi, dressed in a white dress and white heels, was checking her appearance in the mirror by her bedroom window when she noticed the silver Maserati parked outside.

She grabbed her purse and hurried downstairs. She opened the door and walked towards the car. Mark, seeing her, got out of the car and greeted her.

“Good morning, Miss Fan.”

“Good morning. Why didn’t you tell me you were here?”

“I arrived early.”

“Hee hee, don’t be silly. Come inside and wait next time.”

“Okay, I will.”

Fan Weiqi got into the car, and Mark drove them to a nearby noodle shop. Fan Weiqi looked at him, curious. Mark smiled and nodded.

“We’re here.”

“Here?”

“Yes, this noodle shop is a local institution. The food is amazing. Don’t let the small storefront fool you. It’s highly rated.”

“Hehe, I didn’t expect a foreigner like you to know about these hidden gems.”

“I might be British, but I’ve lived here for a long time. If you ignore my skin color, I’m probably more local than most locals.”

“Oh? I wouldn’t have guessed. You seemed so gentlemanly yesterday. I thought you were born and raised abroad. Well, in that case, I know a place you might like. I’ll take you there later.”

“Really? I’m looking forward to it.”

They entered the noodle shop and sat down. Mark ordered two bowls of wonton noodles. When the noodles arrived, he watched expectantly as Fan Weiqi took a bite. Her eyes widened, and she hummed in delight, nodding at Mark.

Mark, relieved that she liked it, picked up his chopsticks and joined her. After their meal, he led her towards the back of the shop. Fan Weiqi was surprised to discover a spacious courtyard hidden behind the narrow hallway. There was a wooden tea table in the center of the courtyard.

They spent the rest of the morning chatting and drinking tea in the peaceful courtyard, their conversation flowing effortlessly, time flying by.

Meanwhile, the two lovebirds back at the villa, after countless rounds of passionate lovemaking, finally remembered to call the long-forgotten Yu Wenqian. Li Xinjun informed her that she had recovered and was ready to resume filming.

Yu Wenqian, efficient as ever, immediately contacted the director. Director Wang, thrilled to hear that Li Mo was returning, readily agreed, scheduling her return for the day after tomorrow.

Fan Weiqi’s phone rang, interrupting her conversation with Mark. She frowned, annoyed by the interruption, but then she saw the caller ID: “Director Wang.” Her annoyance vanished, and she answered the call.

“Hello, Director Wang. What’s up?”

“Hello, Qiqi, I just received a call from Mo Mo. She said she’ll be back on set the day after tomorrow. I didn’t expect her to recover so quickly. I was going to give you a few more days off, but I wanted to check if you’re available to return as well. We’re already behind schedule.”

“Oh, okay. Yes, I’m available. I have no other plans. I’ll be back the day after tomorrow. Okay, bye.”

Mark, seeing that she had ended the call, asked,

“You’re going back to filming the day after tomorrow?”

“Yes, Mo Mo is returning to the set. I was worried about her, but it seems she’s recovered quickly.”

“So you’ll be busy again?”

“Yes, filming is usually very demanding.”

“I know this might be too forward, but I don’t want to miss this opportunity. Miss Fan, I’ve enjoyed our time together these past two days. I feel a connection with you, and I’d like to explore that further.

I know you’ll be busy with work, so I was afraid that if I didn’t say anything now, this feeling might fade. If you have any feelings for me, would you give me a chance?

Let’s see where this goes. If you’re not interested, just forget I said anything. I won’t bother you again.”

Fan Weiqi blushed, her heart fluttering at his unexpected confession. She smiled shyly and nodded.

Mark, overjoyed, coughed to hide his excitement, a wide grin spreading across his face.

“Can I visit you on set then?”

“Of course.”

“Are you free tomorrow? Can I take you out again?”

“Yes, I am.”

“And what about tonight? I know a place I’d like to take you.”

They continued their conversation, their voices filled with excitement, their schedule for the next two days quickly filling up. Although they were still being polite and respectful, the air between them was charged with a newfound intimacy.

Meanwhile, back at the villa, the two lovebirds were still engaged in their shameless activities, like Sun Wukong battling a formidable demon, their duel lasting for hundreds of rounds before reaching a satisfying conclusion.

Song Ling was the poor demon, subdued by Sun Wukong, her limbs sprawled on the bed, her eyes glazed over, staring blankly at the ceiling. Li Xinjun, seeing her exhaustion, felt no remorse. She rolled over, pinning Song Ling beneath her once more.

Song Ling tried to kick her off but was too weak, her limbs heavy, her body unresponsive. She mustered all her strength to raise her chained arm, waving it feebly, signaling her surrender, but Li Xinjun ignored her, continuing to move above her.

“Baby…”

“Yes?”

“I can’t… I really can’t anymore… Please, have mercy…”

“Just a little longer… Almost there…”

“No, baby, I really can’t! Please, let me go! I beg you!”

“But I begged you the other day, and you didn’t stop.”

“I was wrong! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! Please, just stop! Okay?”

“But it feels so good… It’s still beckoning me…”

“No, it’s just cold. It’s not what you think.”

“Cold? Don’t worry, I’ll warm it up for you…”

“Oh… Baby… No… Don’t… Mmm…”

“Sister Ling, your body is more honest than your words.”

“No… Don’t… That’s sensitive… Oh…”

Chapter 86

As Li Xinjun regained consciousness, she saw Song Ling gazing at her with a worried expression. A wave of warmth washed over her, and she reached out, her hand gently caressing Song Ling’s cheek. Song Ling took her hand, her own cheek rubbing against Li Xinjun’s palm.

“You’re awake,” Song Ling said, her voice soft.

“Yes. Have you been waiting long?”

“Not too long.”

“How are you feeling? Any discomfort?”

“I’m okay.”

“The surgery was successful. We removed the arrowhead. You shouldn’t have any more headaches.”

“Thank you.”

“Silly girl, you don’t have to thank me.”

“Thank you for loving me, for doing so much for me without asking for anything in return.”

“Who says I’m not asking for anything in return?”

“What do you want?”

“Your love, for the rest of your life.”

“That’s greedy. My life is very long.”

“What? You don’t want to? Do you want to love someone else?”

“Hmm… Let me think about it.”

“You heartless woman! Do you really need to think about it?”

“Yes, I do. I’m trying to decide whether to love the domineering CEO Song Ling, the simple farm girl Song Ling from England, or the compassionate healer Song Ling from the Qing Dynasty.”

“You… You remember everything?”

“Some of it. Not everything. I’m starting to remember bits and pieces. I think it will all come back to me soon.”

“Jun’er… I’m so happy! You finally remember! You finally remember me!”

Song Ling burst into tears, burying her face in Li Xinjun’s chest. Li Xinjun held her close, comforting her, letting her cry.

“I’m sorry… I made you suffer.”

“You should be sorry! It’s all your fault! If you hadn’t run away to the Qing Dynasty without a word, we wouldn’t have been separated for so long! Do you know how long I’ve been searching for you? Waaah! Everyone told me you were dead, but I refused to believe it! I kept searching for you, traveling all over the world! I was going crazy! Where did you go? Waaah!”

“Shh, shh, don’t cry. It’s okay. It’s my fault. I was wrong.”

“Of course it’s your fault! You’re the worst! Waaah!”

“I hate you! I hate you so much! Tell me, where did you go? Why couldn’t I find you?”

Song Ling sobbed, hitting Li Xinjun playfully. Li Xinjun, her memories still fragmented, didn’t argue. She let Song Ling vent her emotions, her heart aching for the woman who had searched for her for so long.

She knew Song Ling must have been suppressing her emotions for centuries, and she wanted to let her release them, to share her burden.

Song Ling cried until she was exhausted, her sobs subsiding into soft whimpers. She fell asleep, her head resting on Li Xinjun’s chest. Li Xinjun, her limbs numb from being pinned under Song Ling for hours, didn’t move, afraid of waking her.

She made a silent vow to spend the rest of her life loving this woman, cherishing her, protecting her, spoiling her, making up for all the pain she had endured.

Remembering her own initial struggle with her transformation into a jiangshi, she chuckled. She was now grateful that she and Song Ling were both vampires. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been able to reunite and continue their love story.

A human life was fleeting, but a vampire’s life was eternal. She had an eternity to make amends to the woman who had loved her for centuries.

Song Ling woke up in the evening, carefully disentangling herself from Li Xinjun, who remained motionless, her arms still wrapped around Song Ling.

“You’re awake.”

“Yes, I’m sorry. I fell asleep.”

“Sister Ling…”

“Yes?”

“Can you please untie me?”

“Oh, right! I forgot! I’ll untie you now.”

“Thank you.”

Song Ling got up and retrieved the key to the chains from a nearby drawer, unlocking Li Xinjun’s restraints. Li Xinjun, freed, immediately got out of bed and embraced Song Ling.

Song Ling, caught off guard, was swept off her feet as Li Xinjun lifted her into her arms. She instinctively wrapped her arms around Li Xinjun’s neck for balance.

“What are you doing?!”

“Taking you for a bath!”

“Your wound hasn’t healed yet… You can’t get it wet.”

“It’s already healed! Don’t you remember I’m a jiangshi? Wounds heal instantly!”

“But you had a craniotomy! It can’t be that fast! It takes at least a day!”

“You can check it yourself after we’re done!”

“Okay, I’ll check your wound.”

“Good!”

“Then put me down!”

“Why?”

“So you can check my wound! How can you check it if you’re carrying me?”

“I’ll check it in the bathroom.”

“You pervert!”

“I’m being much gentler than you were the other day.”

“Hee hee hee, you’re still holding a grudge? I wasn’t thinking straight that night! How could I remember you were tied up? You didn’t remind me!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you experience it too.”

“No way!”

“You have no choice!”

“Help! There’s a pervert here!”

“Yes, I’m a pervert! You’re so beautiful, I can’t resist! I must have you tonight! Hahaha!”

Li Xinjun, embracing her playful side, teased Song Ling with a scenario of a big bad wolf attacking a little rabbit. Song Ling played along, her heart filled with joy.

However, once they were in the bathroom, the “big bad wolf” transformed into a docile patient, obediently sitting still as Song Ling removed the bandages and examined her wound.

“Hmm, the skin has healed completely. There’s no sign of a scar. But your hair hasn’t grown back much yet.”

“It’s okay. I’ll drink plenty of blood, and it will grow back quickly.”

“Yes, but the bone might not be fully healed yet. Bones take longer to heal than flesh. To be safe, keep the bandages on for another day. I’ll remove them tomorrow.”

“Okay, I’ll listen to you.”

“Now, be a good girl and take a bath. I’ll wait for you outside.”

“No! Stay with me! We haven’t bathed together in a long time… Hmm?”

Song Ling, looking at Li Xinjun’s pleading eyes and pouty lips, couldn’t resist. Li Xinjun had always been able to melt her heart with her adorable antics. She sighed, her resolve crumbling.

“You know I can’t say no to you. You always use that against me. I’m so weak when it comes to you.”

Song Ling gently tapped Li Xinjun’s nose, teasing her. Li Xinjun stuck out her tongue playfully.

“I know you love me, Sister Ling.”

They took a bath together, and of course, our dear Dr. Song, Song Ling, was “taken advantage of” by the mischievous Li Xinjun, who couldn’t resist getting some payback for being “bullied” the other day.

“Jun’er, I have a question.”

“Yes?”

“Now that you’re starting to regain your memories, are you still going back to the film set?”

“Of course!”

“…”

Li Xinjun, seeing Song Ling’s silence, turned to look at her. Song Ling’s expression was clouded with displeasure. Li Xinjun remembered that this woman was a jealous lover.

“Sister Ling… Don’t be upset, okay? There’s nothing going on between Qiqi and me. Believe me, okay? We’re just friends. And I only want to go back to filming because I really love this script. I really enjoy acting.”

“But there are so many intimate scenes…”

“Oh, come on! It’s just acting! It’s not like what we’re doing now! I’ll only let you touch me! Really! Believe me, okay? I’ll quit acting after this film, okay? Sister Ling?”

“Really? You’ll quit acting after this film? Won’t you miss it?”

“No, I won’t. I’d rather be with you, like this.”

Li Xinjun, without another word, lifted Song Ling out of the bathtub. Song Ling gasped in surprise, her arms instinctively wrapping around Li Xinjun’s neck. Li Xinjun quickly dried them both with a towel and then carried Song Ling to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed.

“Why did you put me on this bed? It’s so small…”

“Hehe, it’s more convenient…”

“Convenient for what?”

Li Xinjun didn’t answer, her hands already roaming Song Ling’s body. By the time Song Ling realized what was happening, her limbs were already restrained with the iron chains.

“What are you doing?!”

“Hehe, what do you think?”

“Ah! You’re so bad! Stop it! This is embarrassing! Untie me!”

Li Xinjun ignored her protests, recreating the experience Song Ling had subjected her to. It was another night of passionate lovemaking, but this time, the roles were reversed.