CHAPTER 349: CHAPTER 350: SEEING IS BELIEVING

Ling Yan felt like he was going to die from rage. Hearing her words, he felt the pain in his wound intensify instantly. His face turned visibly paler, verging on deathly, and he gasped, "You ..."

Shi Mei looked at him, and once again, his cold eyes and eyebrows as they had been before appeared in her mind.

The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at her forehead.

A single shot had abruptly ended her life.

Shi Mei’s expression was indifferent, her eyes gradually becoming clear as rationality returned, and she calmly said, "You had figured it out long ago, hadn’t you."

Sweat dripped down Ling Yan’s forehead and back as he almost faltered, turning to look at her upon hearing her words.

"From beginning to end, there was not a single slip in your words," Shi Mei’s gaze moved past him to the mural behind his head, "I was wondering how you dared to grab my hand to stab yourself, it turns out, you were certain I wouldn’t dare to kill you."

Ling Yan startled, followed her gaze back, turned around, and after a thorough look at the mural’s frame, he noticed a faint red dot.

A pinhole camera!

Ling Yan turned back, staring at her in shock, "You installed it?"

"To prevent you from killing me and destroying any evidence, I installed five," Shi Mei’s expression was detached, "The recorded content is stored on my cloud drive. If it is not accessed for over 24 hours, this footage will automatically be uploaded online and will also activate an alarm."

"You really prepared thoroughly," Ling Yan clutched at his chest, pained, "So, everything I said, you didn’t believe a single word?"

"I only believe what I see, seeing is believing," Tang Wu tugged at her lips dryly, "But, truly, it’s just like Ling Yan to cover every base meticulously."

Ling Yan’s vision darkened, and the tall figure nearly six feet high collapsed.

For the first time in his 29 years of life, Ling Yan was actually fainted from sheer anger.

Tang Wu was briefly stunned, then shifted her gaze behind him.

A trail of blood meandered shockingly on the floor.

Although the stab hadn’t hit a vital organ, this amount of blood loss, if not stopped timely, was fatal.

Better dead.

That would end everything.

In a daze, Ling Yan thought he heard her say, "Survive or perish, it’s up to you."

Damn...

When women get ruthless, men better beware!

Ling Yan lay uncertain of how long.

He dreamt a very long dream.

In the dream, he meandered through a bustling crowd, drifting aimlessly for who knows how long, when suddenly, he saw a familiar person.

A woman.

The woman had long, straight black hair, her whole demeanor somber and shadowy, with long bangs covering her eyebrows and half her eye, her features familiar and strikingly beautiful.

Her somber appearance hardly aligned with the frolicsome, vivacious fool she usually was.

Upon seeing him, her expression remained unchanging, "I’ve finally waited for you, Mr. Shi."

Unlike the fool’s childish petulance, this normal tone was worlds apart from how she usually spoke.

Ling Yan couldn’t tell reality from dreams, but this voice sounded very familiar.

A dark aura seemed to envelop her completely, somber, "Seeing you one last time, I wanted to say sorry."

"Living is torture for me, so I chose to escape. I never intended to drag your life into this."

"I am not yet dead, but I no more wish to live."

"Good and evil will be repaid, Mr. Shi, cherish those around you."

"Take care."

Ling Yan thought her voice was incredibly similar to Tang Wu’s after three years.

Just as he was about to speak, suddenly, a heavy feeling took over, and the intense pain in his chest made him wince and open his eyes.