Chapter 4: Running for His Life (2/2)

In a tender voice, Qiao Peiyu said, ”Originally, I had no intention to eliminate you. But since you've discovered my secret, you leave me no choice.”

Upon making this remark, Qiao Peiyu stretched out her hands to grab He Zheng. Utmost horror instantly clutched at his heart. He was unable to move, eyes dilated with fear, throat miserably dry. 'Crap. I'm going to die by this venomous woman's hands,' he thought.

He Zheng wanted to swear. Qiao Peiyu had already raised his hand. Eyes red, He Zheng watched Qiao Peiyu as she drew his hand towards her disgusting mouth. He swore another four-letter word in his mind.

'I would rather kill myself than let you have a single bite of my flesh.' He Zheng bitterly cursed in his mind. Then he began rebuking his father who had been stupid enough to let her appearance cloud his judgement and marry a monster.

Smiling at him, Qiao Peiyu opened her mouth and moved closer to him...

He Zheng gave a deep gasp of horror and abruptly sat up bolt upright from his seat. He held his chest where his heart was hammering frantically. It was not until his palm touched himself that he realized what was going on.

”Shit.” With an extremely horrified look on his face, He Zheng wiped his forehead which was covered in cold sweat. It turned out that he had had a nightmare.

The man sitting in the seat beside him was still sleeping with his head tilted. The seat on his right side was still empty. And passengers around him were still asleep.

He Zheng lowered his head to look at the cinerary casket in his arms only to find that the cinerary casket was gone. Startled, He Zheng abruptly stood up from the seat and started looking for it.

”Is this what you are looking for?” A female voice came from nearby. He Zheng felt a cold shiver of fear, since the voice was so familiar. It was Qiao Peiyu's voice.

A chill of apprehension swept over He Zheng. His neck stiff, he slowly twisted his head back. The scene he saw in the next second was one he would never forget for the rest of his life. The lacquered wooden casket had been opened. Qiao Peiyu was holding the white cinerary urn in her arms. The smile on her face was very charming, but there was a ghost of venomousness in it.

Eyes rounded with rage, He Zheng had a sudden urge to snatch the urn from her right away, but he still had part of his senses left and forbore to do so. With a sullen look in his eyes, he stared at Qiao Peiyu and snapped, ”What do you want to do? Give it back to me!”

”This woman was no match for me when she was alive.” Qiao Peiyu seemed to be mumbling to herself. With her head down, she turned the white porcelain urn. Then she raised her head to look at He Zheng, and gave a smile as bright as spring flowers. ”I don't want to do anything. I just want to make sure that this woman cannot rest in peace after death.”

He Zheng's eyes rounded with horror as Qiao Peiyu raised the cinerary urn and abruptly threw it to the ground.

”No!” He Zheng roared hysterically, his voice manifestly tinged with tearfulness.