Who moved her body?

Guan Jie drove like a madman through the rush hour traffic, hoping a car would end his life. But luck was on his side, and he kept going until he was exhausted.

After sitting in the car for two hours, the sky outside had unknowingly darkened. The streetlights, high and low, adorned the city with vibrant colors. The traffic was no longer busy; night had truly arrived.

Guan Jie walked onto the pedestrian overpass. A beggar leaned against the railing, eating a hamburger given to him by someone else. The bowl in front of him was full of one-yuan and fifty-cent coins. Three meters away, a thin, homeless singer was holding a guitar and lamentingly singing about eternal love. There were a few twenty-yuan bills in his hat lying on the ground. Occasionally, someone would stop to listen for a few lines.

An old woman was selling fruit on the overpass, with a stack of plastic bags under her electronic scale. When she saw Guan Jie, she greeted him warmly, "Buy some, it's homegrown."

Crossing the pedestrian bridge leads to the office building on the other side. This building is famous for its height and for being used 24 hours a day. It is a building that can represent Senhai City.

Half an hour later, Guan Jie finally climbed to the rooftop. The rooftop, filled with ventilation ducts, was chaotic and ugly, covered in gray cement and black waterproofing material, completely unrelated to the glamorous exterior of the building.

The wind was strong and a bit chilly. Guan Jie shielded his eyes from the wind, lit a cigarette, and sat on the ground, gazing at the night view of the entire Senhai City.

Cold and desolate.

Cigarette butts were scattered all around his feet. Guan Jie threw away the last cigarette butt, stood up, and stomped out the butt with the red dot on it.

"I'm sorry, Xiaoxian. I've come to keep you company!"

After saying that, Guan Jie lifted his foot and stepped onto the edge of the rooftop. The wind was strong, and Guan Jie's clothes rustled behind him as he stepped onto the edge with his other foot.

A figure emerged from behind the ventilation duct. "Jay!"

Guan Jie paused for a moment, then slowly turned around. A tall, graceful figure, wrapped in a red trench coat that rustled in the wind, looked at Guan Jie with a familiar yet unfamiliar expression.

"Jay, it's me, Xiaoxian!"

The woman slowly approached Guan Jie and helped him to a safe place. "I'm not dead, Jie. How could you be so foolish? Even if I really died, you have to live well, you silly goose."

Guan Jie slowly backed away. "You're not... My Xiao Xian is dead. Who are you?"

"I'm not dead, Jie, I really am your Xiao Xian." The woman took Guan Jie's hand and let him touch her face. "I'm alive, I've always been alive."

"Impossible, impossible." Guan Jie shook his head. "You were in a car accident, and I even saw you dead on the desolate island. It's impossible, you're already dead. I just miss you so much. I must be dreaming. Yes, I must be dreaming."

"This isn't a dream. Sit down, and I'll tell you slowly, okay?"

With seven parts doubt and three parts longing, Guan Jie was arranged by the woman like a child, sitting on the ground listening to her speak.

"Six years ago, you saved Zeng Meiqian, the heiress of the Zeng Group, and she fell in love with you at first sight. She came to me and asked me to break up with you, promising me a hefty breakup fee. I didn't take it seriously because I truly love you, and no amount of money could make me leave you. When she saw that I didn't agree, she started threatening me, saying that if I didn't leave you, she would kill me. From that day on, people started following me."

"Why didn't you tell me these things?" Guan Jie asked.

"I dare not tell you. The Zeng family is so rich. No man doesn't love money. Do you remember you said your biggest wish was to have your own house in Senhai City? I think no one can resist money. I'm afraid of losing you."

Under the woman's ardent gaze, Guan Jie calmed down considerably. "What I want is a home that belongs to us."

"But I'm scared, I'm really scared. You're my only family in this world. If you don't love me anymore, I really don't know what I'll do."

Who died in the car accident?

"It's Yao Yao. Do you remember Yao Yao?"

Guan Jie nodded. Yao Yao was Song Xiaoxian's best friend. They were the same height, build, and even blood type. People often said they were twins. Song Xiaoxian, who had never had a sister, regarded this simple girl from the mountains as her sister.

"I told Yao Yao about being followed and threatened, and she stayed with me when you weren't around, not letting me go out alone. That day, when I went to try on wedding dresses, Yao Yao came after you left. She said my dress was beautiful, so I swapped with her. Maybe it was that dress that made her think I was hit and killed." Song Xiaoxian sighed. "I was actually going to come out with her, but I forgot my hair tie at the wedding dress shop. I gave her my bag and was going back to the shop to get the hair tie when a truck suddenly appeared and hit her."

"Yaoyao is dead, and you ran away?" Guan Jie asked in disbelief.

"What could I do? I was terrified. I heard the driver on the phone saying, 'It's all done, the person is definitely going to die.' I knew they were going to kill me, so I hid. Later, the police came, found my ID in my bag, and notified you. Just like you, everyone thought I was the one who was going to die."

Do you know how heartbroken I was back then?

Song Xiaoxian nodded painfully, "But I have no choice. Zeng Meiqian's people have been following you. If I show up, they will definitely kill me."

Seeing Song Xiaoxian's sorrowful face, Guan Jie suddenly pulled her into his arms. Yes, what could Song Xiaoxian do in the face of the Zeng family? Wasn't living the best outcome?

"But you watched me and Zeng Meiqian together, I..." Guan Jie choked up, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I couldn't protect you properly. From now on, we'll leave Senhai City and live somewhere where no one knows us, and we'll never be apart again."

"No, Jay. We can't just let Zeng Meiqian go like this. Even though I'm alive, she really wants to kill me. We can't just leave like this."

Guan Jie released his grip. "Weren't you hiding in the shadows all these years just waiting for me? Now I know the truth, I've left Zeng Meiqian. We can be together again, isn't that what you wanted?"

"No, Jay. This isn't what I want." Song Xiaoxian shook her head. "Now I want Zeng Meiqian to pay a thousandfold, to make her pay for the five years I lived in darkness. Jay, you'll help me, won't you?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Go back to Zeng Meiqian and marry her."

Guan Jie pushed Song Xiaoxian away and stood up. "You've changed, Xiaoxian. My Xiaoxian would never say such a thing."

"Let me finish." Song Xiaoxian's eyes were full of murderous intent. "After the marriage, you will enter the Zeng family. Once you have control of the Zeng family's lifeline, that will be the time for Zeng Meiqian to die. As long as Zeng Meiqian is dead, the Zeng family will be yours, and we can be together openly. At that time, we will no longer have to be suppressed by the Zeng family. I will marry you in front of Zeng Meiqian's grave. I want to..."

"Enough!" Guan Jie waved his arm, interrupting Song Xiaoxian. "I will not marry Zeng Meiqian, and likewise, I will not let you hurt Zeng Meiqian."

Song Xiaoxian felt as if she had been doused with a bucket of cold water in winter. She looked at Guan Jie with resentment, "You once said you were willing to do anything for me?"

"You are no longer the Song Xiaoxian you once were. Song Xiaoxian was kind and lovely, but now, revenge has made you ferocious and ugly."

"I'm ugly?" Song Xiaoxian laughed loudly. "Wasn't Zeng Meiqian ugly when she plotted to kill me? Is it wrong for me to take revenge? Over the years, I've watched you suffer, watched Zeng Meiqian walk into your arms, my heart has been broken. I live like a ghost every day, wandering the streets at night, waiting downstairs. The nights are really hard for me to endure. Every night when you and Zeng Meiqian are together, I have to cut my hand, but the pain of the knife can't cover up the pain in my heart."

Song Xiaoxian stretched out her left hand, and as her sleeve was pulled up, Guan Jie saw countless scars on her wrist. It was a shocking sight!