Volume One, Chapter 16: I Cheated

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Hearing Meng Xiangyi’s words, the hope I had barely kindled was extinguished once again.

What exactly does she want to do?!

Meng Xiangyi handed her phone to Bo Congnan.

On the screen was a red Ferrari.

Bo Congnan’s eyes narrowed slightly; he recognized it as the Valentine’s gift he had given me a few months ago.

Meng Xiangyi began, “After all, I’m her older sister. Zhiyi has been out a lot lately, and it’s not safe. These past few days, I’ve been asking friends to look for her.”

“My friend found that Zhiyi’s sports car has been frequently seen on Baihua Street recently. There have been many illegal street races there lately. Do you think Zhiyi might have gotten mixed up with those people?”

After hearing Meng Xiangyi, Bo Congnan’s previously worried expression darkened instantly.

Baihua Street was notorious in our circles for illegal racing.

Most of the racers involved were small-time thugs, capable of any vile deed.

Many had extremely complicated backgrounds.

In short, if a woman got involved with those kinds of people, she would definitely end up suffering.

Fang Lanru glanced once and said coldly, “Like mother, like daughter. Shen Zhiyi has that same rotten bone deep down.”

As she spoke, Meng Xiangyi’s phone vibrated again.

A photo was sent from the other side.

A woman sat on a man’s lap, passionately kissing him. The red supercar was visible in the background.

The night obscured the details, but the intensity of the kiss was evident.

The woman’s profile in the photo looked about ninety percent like me.

I was utterly shocked.

That was not me at all!

I am already dead; my head is missing—how could I be passionately kissing another man?

Meng Xiangyi was clearly trying to stop Bo Congnan from reporting to the police.

Could the murderer who killed me be connected to her?!

Bo Congnan’s face turned completely dark.

Fang Lanru angrily spat, “Shen Zhiyi is utterly shameless. A married woman daring to disgrace herself in broad daylight—how disgraceful!”

Even Shen Yikang was angered by the blatant photo. “This... this is a complete disgrace to the Shen family.”

Meng Xiangyi said, “My friend just happened to take the photo. She only thinks it looks like Zhiyi; it might not even be her.”

Though Meng Xiangyi didn’t state it outright, her implication was clear.

She wanted the Shen family and Bo Congnan to believe that this was me.

Bo Congnan’s eyes changed as he stared at the photo, cold and colder, with a hint of something dark and forbidden—as if a taboo had been touched.

“Sister Xiangyi, you don’t need to defend her. This photo is very clear. This is obviously Shen Zhiyi!”

“No wonder she hasn’t come home. Turns out she has someone on the side.”

Though Bo Congnan’s face seemed calm, his clenched fists turned white.

A surge of anger slowly rose from his heart, burning away all his earlier worries.

Fang Lanru cursed, “Shen Zhiyi is utterly shameless. I told you all along that she should’ve been kicked out of the house!”

Whenever this was mentioned, Shen Yikang would always defend me.

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But this time Shen Yikang was silent.

I stood to the side, watching Meng Xiangyi holding that mysterious photo, throwing dirt on me.

I instinctively wanted to defend myself.

But no matter how hard I tried to speak, no one could hear me.

I looked at all the indifferent faces in front of me, my heart aching sharply.

I reached out to try to knock Meng Xiangyi’s phone away but could only pass through it helplessly again and again.

I hated Meng Xiangyi’s malice, hated Bo Congnan’s complete lack of trust in me, and hated the Shen family’s favoritism.

My intense emotions caused my body to flicker uncontrollably, like a lamp wavering in the wind.

I could disappear at any moment.

—

“Congnan... gently... please...”

In the steam-filled bathroom, Meng Xiangyi lay half on the glass door, with Bo Congnan moving relentlessly behind her, his solid chest pressed against her back.

Meng Xiangyi’s long legs, clad in red high heels, tapped sharply on the tiles with each movement, producing a crisp, piercing sound.

“Sister, don’t you like it?”

“I do... I really do...”

The man’s force grew increasingly violent, as if venting all his dissatisfaction on the woman.

Shen Zhiyi, since you’ve betrayed me, why can’t I betray you?

Bo Congnan’s lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile. “Sister, you look so beautiful in high heels.”

“From now on, only wear them for me, alright?”

“Mm... alright...”

Bo Congnan vented all his anger at betrayal on Meng Xiangyi. The bathroom was filled with sounds that made one’s heart race.

My attention, however, was fixed entirely on the high heels.

Bo Congnan seemed to have an unusual fondness for high heels.

I still remembered—when I agreed to be with him, he gave me a pair of red high heels as a gift.

But I didn’t like high heels and never wore them.

I never expected that after I died, he would give those very heels to Meng Xiangyi.

And she wore them at such a time.

Who would have thought that the seemingly polite Bo Congnan had such a perverse fetish in private?

Clearly, Bo Congnan abandoned the idea of reporting to the police. If such behavior became public...

He would be utterly disgraced.

Bo Congnan cared most about his reputation.

I really didn’t want to watch any more of this sordid show, so I went to Bo Bingqian’s side.

He wasn’t at the Forensic Center.

He was at home. When I arrived, Bo Bingqian was cooking.

It was hard to imagine such a noble-looking man wearing an apron and cooking.

Bo Bingqian’s fingers were long and slender as he lightly stirred the pan; potatoes sizzled in the skillet.

Though I, as a spirit, could not smell the aroma, the sound alone made it seem delicious.

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I stood behind him, stretching my neck to see what he was making.

He gently scolded, “Zhizhi, stop fooling around.”

I was so startled that I quickly withdrew my head—until I saw Bo Bingqian pick up a cat, I realized he wasn’t talking to me.

Besides, he couldn’t see me at all, so how could he be calling me?

Haha, I scared myself.

Men who can cook are definitely a plus. Before, whenever I saw Bo Bingqian, it was like a dog seeing a sheep—we could fight at any moment.

Now, he looked much more agreeable.

Although most of the time, it was me arguing with him.

He ignored me, but despite his cold demeanor, he could be ruthless when he wanted to be.

His identity was also mysterious.

After being classmates for years, I didn’t know Bo Bingqian’s background.

Only after marrying Bo Congnan did I learn from other family members that Bo Bingqian’s father was the eldest son of the Bo patriarch—Bo Lingran.

But Bo Bingqian only shared the Bo surname; he had no blood relation to the Bo family, as his mother remarried into the family.

Bo Bingqian was a stepson.

Gifted and talented, even though he wasn’t a blood relative, he was deeply favored by the Bo patriarch.

Bo Bingqian ate at the dining table while I squatted on the floor playing with his cat.

“Chirp chirp... chirp chirp...”

I called to it.

Unexpectedly, the cat rolled over and meowed at me inexplicably.

I froze in place.

Could it see me?

Just as I was about to call it again, Bo Bingqian suddenly picked it up and left.

It was mealtime for the cat.

Perhaps it called out because it was hungry.

After staying at Bo Bingqian’s house for a while, I returned to Bo Congnan’s side.

Meng Xiangyi and Bo Congnan were finished.

They were talking.

I caught just one sentence—“Zhiyi really did cheat.”

Then I saw Bo Congnan smash the glass of water on the floor, a chill spreading over him.

“Sister Xiangyi, where is that bitch now?”

Meng Xiangyi shook her head, “I’m not sure, but my friend said—”

“There’s a street race going on at Baihua Street right now. My friend saw Zhiyi’s car there. She should be at the race. Why don’t we go check?”

Bo Congnan clenched his fists. “That bitch, I want to see who the other man is!”