Captain Lu was aloof again today.

Chapter 125 Demon
But humans have a natural instinct to survive.

As long as there are still things to cherish in one's heart, even at the end of life, one will still be unable to let go of this vast world.

Therefore, Wei Qingsong increasingly felt that Yin Hailan's death was suspicious.

In Qin Danping and Jiang Yinian's descriptions, she was such a beautiful and sensible girl.

She fought so hard against her illness, doing everything in her power, ignoring all the gossip, just to live a wonderful and beautiful life.

How could such a girl just commit suicide like that, leaving her seriously ill father behind and her mother all alone, destitute and helpless?

Not to mention the deep affection between her and Jiang Yinian.

They loved each other, but for various reasons, they were unable to be together. Didn't she feel regret?

With attachments and regrets, how could one be so eager to die?

Wei Qingsong's eyes flickered slightly, and she said gently, "Aunt Qin, I understand what you mean, but no one can have three heads and six arms. No matter how well you take care of things, there will always be times when you can't manage it all."

"When I have free time, I can come over and help fetch water or deliver meals, which will give you more time to talk to Uncle Yin properly. What do you think?"

Qin Danping still hesitated: "No, no, you already have so little time to rest, how can I ask you to help?"

“I’m still young, it won’t hurt to rest a little less. Besides, I’m not here to do hard labor, I’m just here to do some small things within my ability.” Wei Qingsong earnestly advised, “If you keep working like this every day and ruin your health, then it will be a loss.”

Wei Qingsong insisted, and Qin Danping had no choice but to give up, deeply moved.

She turned her back, wiped away her tears, and noticed that Lu Jingming's water glass was empty, so she reached for the kettle.

"It seems we're out of water. I'll go get some. Please sit here for a while," Qin Danping said apologetically, opening the kettle and glancing at it.

Wei Qingsong quickly stood up: "I'll go, you stay here to take care of Uncle Yin."

“This…” Qin Danping hesitated for a moment, then handed the kettle to Wei Qingsong and bowed slightly, “Then I’ll have to trouble you.”

"It's nothing." Wei Qingsong smiled nonchalantly, took the kettle, and headed towards the hot water dispenser.

There was no one in the water dispenser room. Wei Qingsong crossed her arms and leaned gently against the white wall, waiting for the kettle to be filled.

In no time, the kettle was full. She turned off the tap, picked up the kettle, and turned around, but almost bumped into someone.

The word "I'm sorry" was on the tip of her tongue, but Wei Qingsong swallowed it back.

Because she smelled that familiar yet irritating scent of bergamot.

Wei Qingsong took a step back, expressionless, and looked up at him coldly: "In broad daylight, Dr. Ye walks around without making a sound. This is the hot water room. Safety is the top priority. Doesn't Dr. Ye understand such a simple principle?"

She even suspected that Ye Chen had installed some kind of tracking software on her, which was why he was so persistent and always appeared at inappropriate times.

Thinking about it, she realized that she should have someone check her phone carefully when she got back. With technology so advanced these days, it wasn't impossible.

Ye Chen's smile was as gentle as ever, and his white coat made him look even more gentle. He smiled and said, "Sorry, I saw you from afar and was wondering whether I should say hello, but I was distracted and subconsciously followed you. Did I scare you?"

Wei Qingsong scoffed lightly, her eyes slightly cold: "I think we're just nodding acquaintances. Dr. Ye, you shouldn't do something like following me."

Ye Chen's smile deepened slightly: "I was being presumptuous."

“It was indeed very abrupt.” Wei Qingsong’s attitude remained indifferent.

Her gaze was calm, her face expressionless, yet she exuded a cold indifference that kept people at a distance.

Ye Chen smiled to himself: "It won't happen again next time."

Wei Qingsong raised an eyebrow slightly, a cold laugh escaping her lips: "There won't be a next time. Ye Chen, I don't care who you are or what your purpose is in approaching me. I don't mind being blunt. I'm warning you, don't get any funny ideas."

Since Ye Chen knows everything, she could explain things more clearly.

"If I find out you're up to no good behind my back, you're dead." Wei Qingsong spoke each word with great force, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Ye Chen spread his hands, feigning innocence: "Miss Wei, I think your misunderstanding of me might be a bit deep."

Wei Qingsong didn't want to hear his explanation, nor was there any need to.

"You'd better remember what I said: keep a low profile and don't give yourself away." She curled her lips in a mocking smile, said these words indifferently, and then walked past him with her water bottle.

Ye Chen turned slightly to the side, watching her departing figure out of the corner of his eye, his smile becoming increasingly meaningful.

After the white figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor, the corners of his mouth turned down slightly, and he muttered to himself, "They all say you've changed, but you haven't changed at all, because this is the real you."

After he finished speaking, the corners of his lips curled up slightly again, but a hint of cold light flashed in his eyes.

A scene suddenly flashed into his mind.

In the dark basement, Wei Qingsong's limbs were handcuffed to the laboratory table. Thin, dense tubes of instruments extended from behind her head, intertwining and overlapping like a winding water snake or a giant spider web, trapping her firmly within them.

A foreign man wearing a white coat and a mask walked in from outside, holding a bottle of clear medicine in his hand.

He went straight up to Wei Qingsong and said in a strange voice, "Release the demon within you, and you will become the child chosen by the devil."

Wei Qingsong slowly opened her tightly closed eyes. Her beautiful eyes were bloodshot, but they were still pretty.

She stared intently at Cecilia and let out a weak "Get out."

The voice was hoarse and weak, yet it conveyed a sense of determination.

She has always been like this, never changed. In the back alley of Nanxun Street, she had already found her true self.

From the very beginning, she was not a delicate little flower in a greenhouse that needed to be pampered, but a rose with the sharpest thorns in the dark forest.

Those truly naive and innocent young men and women, under such mental control, all chose the opposite path from her.

So, Wei Qingsong, admit it, you have always been the child chosen by the devil. It is precisely because of your uniqueness that you were able to escape from that purgatory.

The warm sunlight streamed in through the small window of the boiler room, illuminating Ye Chen's face and making his smile appear even more gentle and serene. Yet, for some reason, this smile always gave people a chilling feeling.

A young nurse came in carrying a water bottle. When she saw Ye Chen, she paused slightly and greeted him in a friendly manner: "Hello, Dr. Ye."

"Hello." Ye Chen smiled and nodded politely, then gently reminded him, "Be careful, it's hot."

"Ah, okay." The nurse paused for a moment, her pretty face slightly flushed.

Dr. Ye was truly the gentlest and most wonderful person she had ever met, a refined gentleman, as gentle and gentle as jade.

(End of this chapter)