After I died, they cried in the live studio

Sang Shuwan and Nancy walked out of the company building happily, unaware of the impending danger.

The female assistant hid aside, watching their backs as they went away, with a sinister smile on her face, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, ready to attack at any time. Her eyes revealed a kind of malice, as if she was planning a more sinister conspiracy, and her fate would also go in an unknown direction in this conspiracy. With the addition of the female assistant, the story becomes more complicated and confusing.

Will Nancy discover the real purpose of the female assistant? How will Sang Shuwan deal with the troubles that the female assistant may bring? And what bigger conspiracy is Sang Jiuyue secretly planning behind all this? These questions are like a thick fog, shrouding everyone's fate, making people eager to explore the subsequent developments.

The female assistant finally arrived at Nancy's door with a feeling of trepidation and expectation. She stood in front of the exquisite door, took a deep breath, raised her hand and pressed the doorbell. However, there was no response from inside the house. She waited for a moment and pressed the door several times, but it was still silent. The female assistant's heart moved, and she gently pushed the door, and the door slowly opened.

She stepped into the house carefully, and in an instant, it was as if she had entered another world. In the spacious living room, the huge crystal chandelier was like a gathering of bright stars, shining with dazzling light, illuminating the entire space as bright as day, and every inch of the corner was carefully carved by this light.

The expensive imported carpet extends from the door to the depths of the living room. The soft touch is like stepping on the softest clouds, making people feel as if they have lost gravity. The exquisite and complex patterns on the carpet are like peerless paintings from the hands of top artists, delicate and exquisite, and every line tells of luxury and taste, showing the owner's extraordinary status and wealth.

Luxurious leather sofas are placed in an orderly manner. The sofas are made of fine and smooth materials, warm to the touch, and exude a light and unique leather fragrance, as if inviting people to immerse themselves in this comfort. The velvet pillows carefully placed on the sofas are bright and soft in color, complementing the entire environment.

There are precious paintings hanging on the wall. The brushstrokes of those paintings are as delicate as the gentlest breeze blowing across the paper, and the colors are so rich that they seem to gather all the splendor in the world. Each painting seems to be telling a distant and mysterious story and is priceless.

In a corner of the living room stands a black grand piano, the body of which exudes a soft luster, as if quietly waiting for the touch of a soulmate.

The floor-to-ceiling windows next to it were spacious and bright. The huge glass reflected the luxury inside the house, while also bringing the outside world into the room, forming a unique picture. The female assistant's eyes widened instantly, with greed and envy flashing in her eyes, and the light was so hot that it seemed to devour everything around it.

Her heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, as if countless drums were beating in her heart at the same time, the beating rhythm was chaotic and rapid, as if it was about to burst through her chest. Her feet seemed to be under a spell, fixed in place, unable to move a step, but her eyes were like being attracted by a magnet, never leaving those luxurious decorations and precious items.

Her mind was blank, she only thought about how great it would be if these things belonged to her, the desire instantly overwhelmed her like a surging tide, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. After a long while, the female assistant gradually came back to her senses.

She moved slowly, as if she was afraid of disturbing this dreamlike and luxurious dream. Her hands trembled slightly as she touched every object around her, from the smooth tabletop to the soft curtains. Every touch made her heart surge with uncontrollable excitement. She walked slowly along the edge of the living room, her eyes greedily scanning every corner, and she let out a slight exclamation from time to time.

Suddenly, as if controlled by something, she walked straight to Nancy's bedroom. The bedroom door was half-closed. She pushed it open gently, and a faint floral scent hit her face. In the bedroom, the huge bed occupied the center, and the bed curtains fell gently, like a princess bed in a dream. The bed was covered with top-quality silk sheets, which felt smooth and cool to the touch, as if it was flowing stream water, gently sliding over the skin.

Next to the bed stood a huge wardrobe, the door of which was half-closed, and inside it were hung all kinds of clothes, all made of top-notch fashion items, exuding charming charm. There were gorgeous evening gowns, with the hem inlaid with dazzling diamonds and sparkling beads, still glittering in the dim light;
There are simple and exquisite everyday dresses, every fold and every detail is just right, showing the designer's ingenuity; there are also tops and pants of different styles, whether it is casual jeans or elegant shirts, all exuding a high-quality atmosphere. On one side of the wardrobe are neatly arranged rows of shoes, high heels with needle-thin heels, the uppers are inlaid with various gems and decorations, and low heels are comfortable and fashionable, each pair is like an independent work of art.

The assistant's hands began to tremble unconsciously. She slowly reached out her hands, took out the clothes one by one, and put them on herself to show how to wear them. Her eyes were full of obsession, as if she had become the owner of these clothes and was choosing a dress to attend a grand ball. She chose the most gorgeous evening dress, which was inlaid with countless sparkling diamonds. It was dazzling under the light, and each diamond seemed to be telling a luxurious story.

The skirt of the dress was like a blooming flower, and the layers of tulle swayed gently with her movements, as if dancing. The female assistant couldn't wait to put on the evening dress and looked around in the mirror. She seemed to have changed into a different person in the mirror. The gorgeous dress made her look a little noble, but in that nobility, there was a kind of vulgarity and greed that could not be concealed. She posed in front of the mirror in various postures, trying to imitate the elegant posture of Nancy in her imagination, but no matter how hard she tried, it seemed a little stiff and artificial.

After changing clothes, the female assistant was not satisfied. She began to search around in the bedroom, opened drawers, and checked various jewelry boxes. The jewelry boxes were filled with all kinds of precious jewelry, including necklaces, bracelets, earrings, and rings. The chains of those necklaces were delicate and exquisite, and the pendants were either huge gems or unique designs, exuding charming brilliance; the beads on the bracelets were round and smooth, and each one seemed to condense the essence of time; the earrings were of various styles, some simple and fashionable, and some gorgeous and amazing; the gems on the rings were large and dazzling, and the design of the rings was also ingenious.

The female assistant picked up a diamond necklace and put it on her neck, feeling the cold metal and the dazzling gems against her skin. She also put on a pair of gorgeous earrings, which swayed gently with her movements, making crisp sounds, as if playing a hymn of wealth.

Just as the female assistant was immersed in her own fantasy world, her cell phone suddenly rang. She was startled and hurriedly took out her cell phone from her bag. It was Nancy calling. She took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, and pressed the answer button.

"Hello, Xiaoli, have you arrived at my house?" Nancy's voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding relaxed and happy. "Miss Nancy, I'm already here." The female assistant tried to make her voice sound steady and natural. "Well, you can tidy up the house today, just tidy it up casually. As for the salary, you don't have to worry about it. As long as you do a good job, I will pay you whatever you want." Nancy said.

"Okay, Miss Nancy, don't worry, I will definitely clean up the house." The female assistant said quickly. However, just as the female assistant hung up the phone with Nancy, before she could breathe a sigh of relief, her phone rang again. She looked and saw that it was Sang Jiuyue calling. The female assistant's face turned pale immediately. She knew Sang Jiuyue's temper. If she didn't answer the phone, the consequences would be disastrous.

But she was now pretending to be Nancy, and it would be bad if she was discovered if she answered the phone. She hesitated for a moment, but decided to deal with Nancy's call first, so she turned her phone to silent mode and let it ring. After Nancy's call ended, the female assistant quickly answered Sang Jiuyue's call. "Hello, Sister Yue, I'm sorry, I was busy and didn't answer your call."

The female assistant said cautiously. "You useless person! Why didn't you answer my call for so long? Don't you want to do this job anymore?" Sang Jiuyue's voice came from the other end of the phone, angry and sharp, like a sharp blade, stabbing the female assistant directly. "Sister Yue, don't be angry, I was just in a very important place and it was inconvenient for me to answer the phone." The female assistant hurriedly explained, with a tremor in her voice.

"Hmph! What important place? I think you have grown wings and dare not listen to me!" Sang Jiuyue snorted coldly and said mercilessly. The female assistant felt very aggrieved, but she did not dare to refute Sang Jiuyue, so she could only whisper: "Sister Yue, I really didn't, I'm at Nancy's house now." "Nancy's house? What are you doing at her house?" Sang Jiuyue's tone softened a little, but still full of doubt.

"Sister Yue, this is what happened. I'm working for Nancy now as her assistant. She's not at home today, so she asked me to clean up the house."

The female assistant explained. "Oh? How come you work for her?" Sang Jiuyue asked curiously. The female assistant told Sang Jiuyue everything that happened, including how she begged Nancy and how Nancy agreed to let her join the company. "Humph, you have some skills. But you better be careful and don't show your true colors there."

Sang Jiuyue warned. "I know, Sister Yue." The female assistant said quickly. "Nancy has not been home in recent days?" Sang Jiuyue suddenly asked. "Yes, Sister Yue, she seems to be traveling and will not be back in the next few days." The female assistant replied. "Okay, I know. You wait there for me, I will come over to see you right away."

Sang Jiuyue hung up the phone after she finished speaking. The female assistant held the phone, feeling uneasy. She didn't know what would happen when Sang Jiuyue came over, but she knew it would definitely not be a good thing. She quickly changed out of her evening dress, put it back in the closet, and then started to tidy up the room, trying to make it look tidier.

Not long after, Sang Jiyue arrived at Nancy's house. She was wearing a pair of sunglasses and a black tights, looking mysterious and cold. She rang the doorbell, and the female assistant ran to open the door. "Sister Yue, you are here."

The female assistant said respectfully. Sang Jiuyue walked into the house, took off her sunglasses, and her eyes were immediately attracted by the luxurious scene in the house. A trace of jealousy flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by greed. "Huh, this Nancy is really a rich second generation, the things in the house are so valuable." Sang Jiuyue said as she walked into the living room and began to look around.

The female assistant followed Sang Jiuyue and looked at her nervously. Sang Jiuyue walked to a painting, looked at it carefully, and said, "This painting is a famous painting, it is worth a lot of money." She walked to the sofa, sat down, felt the comfort of the sofa, and said, "This sofa is not bad, it must be very expensive." After Sang Jiuyue walked around the living room, she said to the female assistant, "Take me to her bedroom." The female assistant had no choice but to take Sang Jiuyue to the bedroom. As soon as Sang Jiuyue entered the bedroom, she went straight to the closet, opened the closet door, looked at the clothes inside, and said, "These clothes are really beautiful, they are all famous brands."

She picked up a piece of clothing, tried it on herself, and said, "This dress suits me very well, but it's a pity it's not mine."

Sang Jiuyue threw her clothes back into the closet and began to look for other things in the bedroom. She opened the drawers and looked at the items inside, rummaging through them. The female assistant watched from the side and wanted to stop her, but she didn't dare to speak.

"What are you doing?" Suddenly, a voice came from the door. The sun shone through the gauze curtains, casting a quiet light and shadow in Nancy's bedroom. Sang Jiuyue, dressed in a simple nanny outfit, was sitting by the bed, gently flipping through Nancy's diary. She was concentrating, trying to explore the secret past between the lines, and didn't notice the subtle movement behind her.

The door was quietly pushed open, and Nancy's voice broke the silence: "Who are you? What are you doing in my room?" Sang Jiuyue was startled, her hands trembled, and she almost dropped her diary. She quickly calmed down, stood up, forced a humble smile, and said: "I am the nanny hired by your assistant, you misunderstood."

Nancy glanced at the diary in her hand and frowned slightly: "It turned out to be the nanny, please go out, I don't like others touching my things. Especially the diary in your hand, please return it to its original owner and put it in my original place." She paused and added, "My room does not need to be cleaned."

Sang Jiuyue's heart tightened, but she didn't dare to show it on her face. She nodded hurriedly: "Okay, Miss, I'll go out now." She carefully put the diary back on the bedside table, and rubbed the cover with her fingers, as if she wanted to grasp the secrets that she hadn't finished reading. Then, she walked out of the room quickly with her eyebrows lowered and closed the door gently.

Nancy stood there, staring at the diary for a moment, a trace of doubt in her heart. The nanny's eyes were somewhat familiar, and her behavior was a little stiff, not like someone who was used to doing housework. She secretly took note of this matter and planned to ask the assistant for clarification. After Sang Jiuyue walked out of the room, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately that her disguise had not been completely exposed for the time being. She knew in her heart that although she did not get all the information this time, she also touched some clues. As long as the follow-up plan was proper, there would be no worries about digging out more secrets. As for the female assistant, she has now become a chess piece in her hand, waiting for the critical moment to be used by her to disrupt this seemingly calm situation.

Sang Jiuyue followed Nancy's instructions and walked to the living room with a shaky step. She held the rag tightly in her hand and pretended to be calm as she began to clean. She lowered her head, and a few strands of hair fell from her forehead, just enough to cover the panic in her eyes. The plain nanny outfit she was wearing was a little too big, and on her slender body, it made her look even more uncomfortable.

Nancy stayed in the room for a while. Seeing that there was no movement outside, she relaxed her vigilance, lay on her side on the bed, and gradually fell into a light sleep.

The female assistant saw the right moment and quietly moved to Sang Jiuyue's side. Her eyes were filled with anxiety and uneasiness. She whispered, "How is it, you didn't get caught?" Her voice was trembling a little, and her hands were nervously tugging at the corner of her clothes. She was wearing a slightly old shirt today, and her hair was casually tied into a ponytail. A few strands of hair stuck to her sweaty cheeks, and she looked tired and embarrassed.

Sang Jiuyue raised her eyes and glared at her. Her eyes were so cold that they seemed to freeze people. She lowered her voice and scolded, "Keep your voice down! It hasn't been exposed yet." She casually swiped the rag on the coffee table with a mechanical movement, and her mind was not on the cleaning at all. She was secretly annoyed. Today's risky move almost failed. If it weren't for her quick reaction, I'm afraid it would cause a big mess.

The female assistant shrank her neck and stammered, "I'm just worried, what if she wakes up and finds out something's wrong with us..." As she spoke, her eyes unconsciously glanced towards the bedroom, as if Nancy would rush out at any time. Her heart was beating fast and her palms were full of sweat. She knew that once this scam was exposed, she would have no place to stand on either side.

Sang Jiuyue interrupted impatiently: "Don't think about it, follow the plan. We'll find another opportunity when she goes out." After that, she took a deep breath, tried to calm her inner waves, straightened her back, and pretended to be focused on cleaning, but her slightly trembling fingers still betrayed her nervousness. Seeing this, the female assistant could only swallow her worries, pretend to be calm, picked up the broom and swept the floor weakly, but her eyes were always paying attention to the movements around her, waiting for unknown variables.

The afternoon sun lazily sprinkled on the exterior wall of Nancy's exquisite villa, and cast fine light and shadows through the mottled leaves. Inside the house, the quietness lurked a tense atmosphere.

Sang Jiuyue crouched, her steps light as a ghost, and slowly moved into Nancy's spacious and bright kitchen. Her eyes were like those of a hawk, quickly and sharply scanning the surroundings. She first glanced at the shiny stove, where the neatly arranged kitchen utensils shone coldly under the sunlight, and then her eyes fell accurately on the row of crystal clear cups next to the cabinet. She stretched out her hand, her fingers slender but with a slight tremor caused by nervousness, and gently took a delicate glass cup. Her fingertips accidentally touched the wall of the cup, and the coolness was like an electric current, instantly spreading throughout her body, causing her shoulders to subconsciously tremble slightly.

Then, she slowly squatted down, her movements so gentle that she was afraid of disturbing the air in the room, and gently opened the refrigerator door. The cold air from the refrigerator, wrapped in the fragrance of food, rushed towards her, but Sang Jiuyue had no intention of feeling it. Her eyes searched eagerly and soon locked onto a box of fresh milk that was still steaming. She carefully picked up the milk, slowly stood up, and steadily poured the white liquid into the glass. The sound of milk pouring into the glass seemed particularly clear in the quiet kitchen, and every drop seemed to hit her tense heartstrings.

Then, like an experienced magician performing a top-secret show, she looked cunning and determined, and quickly pulled out a small packet of sleeping pills from a hidden pocket on her sleeve that was almost imperceptible. Her fingers trembled slightly, not because of fear, but because of the excitement and nervousness of touching a key step. She gently tore open the pill packet, and the white powder poured into the milk like snowflakes. The powder melted instantly, leaving no trace, leaving only a few imperceptible ripples at the bottom of the cup, as if nothing had happened.

After finishing all this, Sang Jiuyue returned to the living room steadily with the milk in her hand. At this moment, the sunlight in the living room gently sprinkled on the ground through the French windows, forming patches of bright light spots, which formed a sharp contrast with the tense atmosphere in the house. Sang Jiuyue pointedly signaled the female assistant to come closer, and that look seemed like an order that could not be disobeyed. The female assistant was pretending to sweep in a corner of the living room, and the broom in her hand was scratching the ground from time to time, but in fact she was absent-minded, full of panic and uneasiness. She saw Sang Jiuyue's eyes, and hurriedly put down the broom in her hand, and hurried over with small steps, her eyes full of confusion and panic, and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, soaking the hair at her temples.

Sang Jiuyue handed the milk to her, and at the same time, she slightly turned sideways, using her body to block the possible sight from the bedroom direction, and lowered her voice and said, "We have to find a way. I haven't finished reading the diary just now, and I want to finish it. Now you give her this milk, and when she falls asleep, I will take her diary and read it carefully. I seem to understand a little about her relationship with Chu Ling from it, which may be a key breakthrough." While speaking, Sang Jiuyue's eyes were a bit shrewd and anxious, her brows were slightly wrinkled, and her eyes were always fixed on the direction of the bedroom, as if she had seen the dawn of victory waving to her. Her speech speed was neither fast nor slow, but every word was full of unquestionable determination, and every word was like a carefully laid out chess piece, with a sound when it fell.

The female assistant subconsciously shrank back, her face showing difficulty, her eyes wide open, full of fear and hesitation. She raised her hand to wipe the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, and whispered in a trembling voice: "This... Is this okay? What if we are discovered..." Her hands were tugging at the corners of her clothes nervously, and her clothes were wrinkled. Her heart was beating like thunder, and the terrible scene after the incident was exposed kept emerging in her mind: Nancy's angry roar, the police's cold handcuffs, and her miserable appearance as a prisoner.

Seeing this, Sang Jiuyue's eyes instantly became fierce. She glared at the female assistant fiercely, gritted her teeth and whispered, "What are you afraid of! If you back down now, all your previous efforts will be in vain. As long as you get the key information, you will get the benefits in the future." As she said that, she stuffed the milk into the female assistant's hand again. The unquestionable tone seemed to carry an invisible force, making the female assistant dare not raise any objections. Her eyes were like two sharp blades, piercing straight into the female assistant's heart, cutting her fear bit by bit, replacing it with a desire for benefits and fear of Sang Jiuyue.

The female assistant took the milk with trembling hands, took a deep breath, and walked slowly towards the bedroom step by step, as if she had mustered up great courage. With every step, she felt that her feet were as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and her heart beat more and more violently, as if it was about to burst out of her throat. She stared at the milk in her hand. The white liquid in the cup was like a devil's temptation in her eyes, dangerous and full of unknowns.

Sang Jiuyue followed closely behind, her eyes sharp, ready for the next move at any time. Her steps were light but firm, in stark contrast to the panic of the female assistant. The air in the living room seemed to freeze, leaving only the light footsteps of the female assistant and the rapid breathing of the two.

The female assistant finally walked to the bedroom door. She raised her hand slightly, wanting to knock on the door, but was afraid of disturbing Nancy in the room. Her hand was suspended in the air and paused for several seconds. Finally, she gritted her teeth and gently pushed the door open. In the bedroom, Nancy was lying on the soft big bed, with her back to the door, covered with a thin silk quilt. The sunlight shone through the half-closed curtains and sprinkled on her body, outlining a quiet outline.

The female assistant pretended to be calm, forced a smile that was uglier than crying, and said softly: "Ms. Nancy, are you awake? I saw that you seemed a little tired just now, so I heated a cup of milk for you, so you can drink it to replenish your body." Her voice was as gentle as the breeze blowing across the strings of a piano, but the trembling in it was difficult to conceal, and the milk in her hand swayed slightly and almost spilled.

Nancy moved her body, turned over lazily, and faced the door. She was still a little confused, and asked softly, "Oh, thank you, leave it there." The female assistant hurried forward and put the milk on the bedside table, but she didn't dare to look directly at Nancy, and glanced away in panic. Her heart beat faster and faster, her palms were full of sweat, and the clothes on her back were already soaked.

"Miss Nancy, if you have nothing else to say, I'll leave first." The female assistant said, and then turned around and hurriedly walked towards the door, fearing that she would be exposed if she stayed for another second. Seeing this, Sang Jiuyue hid behind the door sideways. When the female assistant came out, the two looked at each other, with tension and expectation in their eyes.

The time that followed seemed to be stretched infinitely, and every second was extremely painful. In the living room, Sang Jiuyue and the female assistant pretended to clean, but in fact they were listening attentively to the movements in the bedroom. At first, they could hear Nancy turning over occasionally, but gradually, the room became silent.

Sang Jiuyue's eyes flashed with excitement. She gently put down the rag in her hand and walked towards the bedroom again. The female assistant wanted to follow, but Sang Jiuyue stopped her with her eyes and signaled her to keep watch at the door. Sang Jiuyue quietly opened the bedroom door and saw that Nancy was already asleep, breathing evenly and slowly. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a smug smile.

She walked straight to the bedside table, looking for the diary eagerly. Finally, she saw the beautifully bound diary next to the lamp. She reached out and picked it up, her fingers gently stroking the cover, as if she had grasped the key to open the secret door. Then, she carefully opened the diary, greedily scanning every line of words, trying to find clues about Chu Ling from it.

As she read deeper, Sang Jiuyue's face was sometimes gloomy and sometimes surprised. She seemed to have discovered some secrets beyond her imagination. These secrets were like heavy bombs. Once detonated, they would set off a storm in their lives. The female assistant was nervously pacing back and forth at the door, looking out from time to time, fearing that something unexpected would happen. She was worried that Sang Jiuyue would be discovered, and she was also afraid that she would be involved in deeper trouble. But at this moment, she was already on the edge of danger, waiting for the unknown fate to be decided.

In a forgotten corner on the edge of the city, there is a long-abandoned villa. It is like an old man in his twilight years, standing alone in the barren weeds. The walls are covered with mottled traces of time, and moss spreads wantonly, as if telling the vicissitudes of the past. The windows of the villa are broken, like empty eyes, revealing a hint of coldness under the dim sky. The surrounding trees are lush, but lifeless, rustling in the cold wind, as if whispering unknown secrets, adding a bit of dead silence and desolation to this gloomy place.

Sang Jiuyue was sitting alone in a dark room on the second floor of the villa. The air around her was filled with decay and dullness, as if every breath of air was telling of despair and loneliness. She sat on a shaky old wooden chair, leaning forward slightly. The chair seemed unable to bear the weight of the evil in her heart, and made a "creaking" protest. The dim light from the dusty chandelier above her head was weak and swaying, casting her thin and twisted shadow on the wall, as if invisible hands stretched out from the darkness, trying to drag her into an endless abyss.

There was a sneer on Sang Jiuyue's lips, and that smile was like the cold wind in winter, icy and bone-chilling, without any warmth. She was playing with Nancy's diary in her hand, her slender and pale fingers gently turning the yellowed paper, and each page seemed to reveal one secret after another. In her eyes, the diary was like a lever that could pry the whole world, and it was her fatal handle to control everything. "Humph, I finally discovered your little secret with Yi Shuqi." Her voice was low and hoarse, as if it was a curse from the abyss of hell, with a hint of imperceptible pride, echoing faintly in this silent room, like the whisper of a ghost, making people feel cold.

Her eyes were fixed on the diary, and from time to time a cunning light flashed in her eyes, just like the eyes of a wolf flashing in the night sky, greedy and fierce. Her fingers slid across the paper, making a rustling sound, and the sound was infinitely amplified in this quiet space, as if a demon was whispering in her ear, as if every page contained precious information that she could use, and she was like a greedy pirate who plundered the treasure. When she saw the content about Nancy's secret love for Chu Ling, she raised her head suddenly, her eyes widened instantly, and her eyes were full of calculations. The look in her eyes seemed to be a carefully woven web of sin, trapping everyone in it. Her face showed a twisted excitement, and her originally bloodless cheeks were now flushed with a sickly flush because of excitement, like blood spreading wantonly on the white snow, looking particularly hideous.

"So that's it, Nancy, Nancy, your thoughts are known to Yi Shuqi. But this is just right, I want to see how to use this to make you all suffer." Her laughter suddenly rang out in the room, that laughter was sharp and piercing, like the cry of a night owl, revealing a malicious malice that made people's backs cold, and it shuttled freely in this empty villa, as if it was going to break through the wall and spread fear to every corner. Then, she slammed the diary on the table fiercely, and a loud "bang" seemed to be the release of her inner anger and pride, which seemed particularly abrupt in this silent environment. She stood up, folded her arms across her chest, her body trembling slightly because of excitement, and paced back and forth in the room, her steps were hurried and flustered, and every step seemed to be stepping on the pain of others. Her eyes flashed with vicious plans, as if she had seen Nancy and Yi Shuqi struggling in pain and being doomed under her conspiracy. The picture kept appearing in her mind, making her mouth corners rise again, revealing a cruel smile.

One afternoon a few days ago, the sun lazily sprinkled on the city streets. Sang Jiuyue was waiting for a so-called friend in a remote cafe. The cafe was filled with the rich aroma of coffee, but this aroma could not dispel the haze in her heart. She looked around bored, and suddenly, a photo left at the next table caught her attention. When her eyes touched the figures of Nancy and Chu Ling standing side by side in the photo, her eyes instantly became sharp, like a cheetah that found its prey.

Under the dim desk lamp, Sang Jiuyue's slender fingers pinched the photo, her nails unconsciously exerting force, almost digging into the photo, as if she wanted to strangle the two people in the photo to death under her fingertips. Her eyes were like a venomous snake, staring at the two people in the photo, and her eyes seemed to be corrosive, turning the beautiful moments in the photo into ashes. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, pulling out an arc full of conspiracy, and her eyes revealed a hint of cold calculation, like a thousand-year-old ice, which made people shudder.

"Nancy, do you think you can hide your little tricks from me?" She whispered softly, her voice as low as the buzzing of a mosquito, but with a subtle viciousness, as if a curse squeezed out from between her teeth. Sang Jiuyue put down the photo, folded her hands, and rubbed her fingers against each other. The movement was slow and gentle, as if she was stroking a precious treasure, and as if she was thinking about a perfect evil plan. Her eyes became deeper and deeper, like an endless black hole, swallowing up all the light and hope around her. Various thoughts kept emerging in her mind, and those thoughts were like the temptation of the devil, growing wantonly in her heart. The smile at the corner of her mouth never diminished. It was a kind of pride that was about to control the overall situation, but behind this pride was an unknown malice, like a poisonous thorn hidden under a beautiful flower, which made people unable to guard against it and shudder.

In order to explore more secrets, Sang Jiuyue began to follow Nancy like a ghost. On this day, the sky gradually darkened, and the dim street lights flickered in the cold wind, like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time. The trees on the street were rustling in the wind, and the sound was like the roar of a devil, adding a bit of gloomy atmosphere to the quiet street. Sang Jiuyue walked out of Nancy's residence with empty steps, his eyes were empty, as if his soul had been taken away, and his thoughts were still immersed in the secrets he had just spied on, and he didn't notice the strangeness around him at all.

Suddenly, a black car came in like a ghost, and stopped beside her. The tires rubbed against the ground and made a sharp scream, as if it was the announcement of the god of death. The car door was pushed open, and three tall and stern-looking men rushed out. Their movements were swift and decisive, like well-trained killers. The leading man had sharp and fierce eyes, like a cheetah staring at its prey. He raised the wooden stick in his hand without hesitation. The stick flashed coldly in the dim light, revealing a deadly threat. He smashed Sang Jiuyue's head hard, with a clean and neat movement, without the slightest hesitation or mercy. Sang Jiuyue didn't even have time to react. She only felt that her head was hit hard, her eyes went black, and her body fell limply, like a butterfly with broken wings, falling powerlessly.

The other two men stepped forward quickly. One of them caught the fallen Sang Jiuyue and stuffed her into the car roughly like dragging a sack. His movements were rough, brutal and merciless. The other one looked around, scanning every corner with vigilant eyes. After confirming that there were no witnesses, he also got into the car. The car started immediately, and the engine made a low roar. The sound seemed to be a roar from hell, and soon disappeared in the vast night. Only the branches on the street that were swaying in the wind and the small pool of blood on the ground that flowed from Sang Jiuyue's head were left. It was particularly glaring under the dim light, as if it was a mark of sin left by the devil, telling of this sudden sin and horror. (End of this chapter)