Lying quietly, she stared blankly at the ceiling. She could not go to the study tonight, but she had already told Brother Yi Feng everything. Now, she would wait and see how Di Xihuang would respond.
Suddenly, the door lock was gently turned. Ou Xueman quickly closed her eyes. The old witch indeed came but only glanced at her briefly before leaving.
She thought she had managed to deceive them. The worries of recent times had exhausted her, and sleep quickly overwhelmed her.
— Dividing Line —
In the morning, An Ran sat on the balcony, looking at the white clouds blocking the scorching sun. The leisurely feeling relaxed her tense nerves somewhat.
Based on last night’s analysis, her plan to sacrifice a piece to save the whole was going smoothly. Brother Yi Feng’s abilities were certainly not inferior to Di Xihuang’s. All she needed to do was wait for news.
A sea breeze parted the dense clouds, and a helicopter appeared in the sky, heading towards her.
Ou Xueman watched intently. It was the helicopter that often transported them. As it descended and the cabin door opened, a tall and handsome figure stepped out. Ou Xueman was shocked. Why was he back? He should have been confronting Tong Yi Feng.
The man removed his sunglasses, his perfect features now resolute and cold. His sinister eyes suddenly looked towards Ou Xueman’s balcony, a dangerous light flickering in them.
When their eyes met, she felt a chill and quickly retreated to her bedroom. Her breathing became rapid, her heart racing, and unease enveloped her.
Why did Di Xihuang suddenly return? Had something gone wrong with Brother Yi Feng? Or had he discovered her communication with Yi Feng?
Growing increasingly anxious, she paced her room, clutching her collar tightly.
If he had discovered her actions, how would he deal with her? Would he treat her as brutally as that night? The fear, humiliation, and pain of that night descended upon her like a savage beast.
“It seems you didn’t take my warning seriously,” Di Xihuang’s low voice appeared behind her, causing her to turn in terror.
He approached slowly, each step creating an invisible pressure.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stammered, retreating until her back was against the cold wall.
