After Her Death, They Begged for Forgiveness - Chapter 66

Xu Bingqi hadn’t drunk coffee for many days.

[Sister, I bought new clothes again.]

Since Song Guanjin had already bought too many “new clothes” during this period, Xu Bingqi no longer asked what they looked like.

In short, they were all clothes that could only be worn in front of her, and they were also the kind of clothes Song Guanjin loved to wear for long periods during the evenings.

[When will you wear them?]

She thought for a moment, then calmly typed the question.

[Probably sometime later. I have too many new clothes and can’t wear them all.]

[Sister, I feel like the clothes I’ve bought recently could be worn in rotation until next year.]

Xu Bingqi’s brows relaxed, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, before she somewhat shyly averted her gaze.

She couldn’t help but feel that she was now looking forward to their evening video calls even more than Song Guanjin was.

Yet this behavior seemed like quenching thirst with poison. After the video calls, she wasn’t satisfied with just seeing Song Guanjin through the phone screen she yearned even more to touch the kitten’s body.

She had caressed the other’s skin countless times in her dreams, but after all, those were just dreams. What she truly craved was to touch Song Guanjin’s smooth skin in reality.

Xu Bingqi felt vaguely uneasy about this desire, but after a moment’s hesitation, she still sent the message: [Do you need to film during New Year’s Eve and the Spring Festival?]

If not, perhaps those finger cots could be put to use in the evening.

Song Guanjin seemed to have started filming again and didn’t reply to Xu Bingqi’s last message.

Xu Bingqi long-pressed the message, wanting to recall it, but she hesitated for a moment. By the time she decided to withdraw it, the time limit had passed.

Well, it couldn’t be helped now. Xu Bingqi slowly put down her phone.

Visiting the kitten on New Year’s Eve didn’t necessarily have to involve that sort of thing. They could just lie together and chat in the evening that would be nice too, and it wouldn’t affect the next day’s filming.

Though the likelihood of filming during Spring Festival was probably quite small, right?

But it wasn’t impossible.

While packing her clothes, Xu Bingqi wondered whether she should include items like finger cots in her luggage.

Probably not necessary, right? After all, Song Guanjin likely had those things on her end too.

Meanwhile, Song Guanjin was rapidly posting questions to her vast army of advisors.

[Sister asked if I have work during New Year’s Eve and the Spring Festival holidays. What does that mean?]

Song Guanjin clearly sensed that her sister had been treating her differently these past few days.

Before, her sister had been very good to her too, but it felt more like kindness toward a friend, even mixed with care for a pet cat. Now, whenever they had video calls, her sister’s gaze never left her.

During their last video call, she had used the excuse of not having time to get dressed properly to show her sister her straight, slender legs. But instead of telling her to put clothes on, her sister had stared intently at her legs.

If this had happened before, her sister would have closed her eyes and only opened them after she was fully dressed.

Thinking of this, ripples stirred in Song Guanjin’s emerald-green eyes.

Didn’t this mean her sister felt desire for her body?

She pondered for a long while before refreshing the comments section to see the netizens’ replies.

[It definitely means that.]

[Means what? How can you tell?]

[I wish I could understand math problems this quickly.]

[“Of course there’s a holiday for Spring Festival, isn’t Sister Xinxuan stating the obvious?”]

[“I think the blogger needs to prepare those kinds of supplies in advance.”]

[“Do you really think the blogger is the type who needs reminders like that? I bet she’s already got everything ready.”]

Song Guanjin stared at the comments in bewilderment, repeatedly refreshing the replies and scrolling through the screen with her fingertips. The bold speculations in the text stung her eyes until they felt hot.

Could her sister’s message really mean what the comment section was implying? But her sister was such a serious and proper person, she wouldn’t bring up something like that on her own, would she?

After some thought, Song Guanjin decided to explain the situation more clearly to her “strategists”: [“But my sister seems like the aloof type, so it probably doesn’t mean that, right?”]

These netizens were definitely just making wild guesses. Even as she posted this comment, many had already suggested she buy some ahem stimulating bedroom supplies.

[“Too naive! The more someone appears like an untouchable ice queen, the more well, let’s just not go there.”]

[“Let me finish that for you, the more proactive they are when it comes to that kind of thing!”]

[“Don’t worry, just listen to us, and you’ll be fine.”]

The netizens were just having fun with their bold talk, but Song Guanjin had a lot more to consider.

She closed the post and shook her head, hesitating for a long moment before finally replying to her sister.

[“We’ll film the remaining scenes after the Spring Festival holiday.”]

After a moment’s thought, she sent another message: [“Are you planning to come see me, Sister?”]

Once the messages were sent, Song Guanjin began to feel that the strategists might have a point.

Even if her sister was just coming to hang out, couldn’t she still wear those outfits for her in the evening?

Even if her sister was only appreciating them innocently, she refused to believe that her sister would remain unmoved when she snuggled into her arms wearing such beautiful clothes!

At that thought, the “kitten” suddenly felt her future was looking bright.

[“Yes.”]

After sending her brief reply, Xu Bingqi continued scrolling through Song Guanjin’s latest posts on her alternate account.

She had assumed the kitten hadn’t replied because she was busy filming, but it turned out she’d been posting for advice from her “strategists.”

Xu Bingqi couldn’t quite pinpoint what she was feeling. She let out a soft sigh but still meticulously noted down the “good stuff” recommended in the comments.

She hoped these items would indeed come in handy.

With an expressionless face, Xu Bingqi added everything to her shopping cart and then turned off her phone.

Lately, everything else had been going a little too smoothly, which made her somewhat uneasy.

Xiao Hua would surely implicate Jiang Ruo as she’d anticipated after all, with his career in ruins, he’d do anything to drag Jiang Ruo down with him.

And though he was under police investigation, at least he no longer had to worry about Jiang Ruo’s threats, so he’d likely speak freely about her.

As for Jiang Ruo, she was probably still in the hospital. It wouldn’t be long before the police came knocking.

The thought brought a faint, ironic smile to Xu Bingqi’s lips. Both protagonists of this “novel” would end up being taken away by the police from the hospital wasn’t that a form of poetic justice?

But Xu Bingqi was still a bit too naive.

Jiang Ruo wasn’t like Xiao Hua. She had long anticipated the day she would be arrested.

That night, her wrist still wrapped in thick bandages, she had already quietly checked herself out of the hospital.

“I don’t want to go to prison,” Jiang Ruo continued to murmur to herself, though now there was no system left to listen. “But even if I escape this hospital, I’ll be found within days.”

The air around her was so still it felt suffocating.

She didn’t know when the police would come for her, or how much longer she could hold on.

Looking down at the bandage on her wrist, she felt nauseous and crouched low.

Never before had she genuinely considered suicide, she wanted to live, to share a happy life with her sister.

But that was impossible now.

These unspoken hopes had shattered like moonlight into countless, irreparable fragments.

Staggering to her feet, Jiang Ruo found her blood-depleted body could barely support a few steps.

Yet she couldn’t return to the hospital. Ever since learning that Xiao Hua had been taken in for questioning, she knew that as a fallen protagonist, she would inevitably face the law’s judgment.

Still, she refused to accept it.

Taking slow, unsteady steps, she made her way to a public bench under a streetlight and sat down.

Rather than endure imprisonment watching Song Guanjin and her sister grow closer while she struggled helplessly like a caged demon she’d rather drag everyone down to hell.

Gu Xiaozhou, Song Guanjin anyone vying for her sister’s attention deserved to plunge with her into an abyss of eternal unrest.

As for her sister. Jiang Ruo let out a helpless sigh, but then her eyes darkened completely.

Since her sister despised her so much, she might as well pull her down too.

Dying together could be another way of being together forever, couldn’t it?

A twisted, obsessive smile crept onto her face.

Pale from blood loss, her complexion was ghostly under the streetlamp, as if she were a specter lingering among the living.

Since slitting her wrist, the vitality in her seemed to fade more each day.

“Sister, why couldn’t you love me?” The obsession in Jiang Ruo’s eyes blazed like fire, her smile growing more sinister. “But even if you had loved me, I would have killed you so we could be together forever.”

She sighed quietly again. Without the system and with her injured wrist, killing so many people wouldn’t be easy. If she tried to kill them one by one, she’d likely be caught after the first.

Glancing at her slender wrist, she knew that wielding a blade with such hands would be futile she wouldn’t even get close to her sister before being overpowered.

Her sister, from years of playing instruments, had strong hands; Jiang Ruo stood no chance.

After a moment of intense thought, a brilliant idea struck her.

She could gather them all together and set a fire, letting all the love and resentment be consumed in crimson flames.

But for that, she needed a flawless plan to force her sister and the others into one place.

Flexing her bandaged wrist, she winced at the sharp pain and smiled grotesquely.

So, what if her sister was dating Song Guanjin? Their relationship wouldn’t last much longer anyway.

She would take her sister and all these detestable people away with her. In the flames, all this love and hatred would vanish completely.

But then Jiang Ruo felt a pang of sorrow. When she was wandering alone on the cold streets, desperately searching for a place to take shelter, her sister was probably whispering sweet nothings with Song Guan Jin, wasn’t she?

Jiang Ruo’s guess was indeed correct.

Song Guan Jin changed into a different outfit every day, and Xu Bingqi felt her gaze toward Song Guan Jin growing increasingly bold.

And that was indeed the case.

Her gaze would cling to Song Guan Jin like wild roses creeping all over her body.

At times, she even began making unreasonable demands she would never have dared to voice before.

Like now, when the cat teasingly lifted its leg, revealing the delicate sight between its thighs, Xu Bingqi only let it linger for a few seconds before attempting to lower its leg to observe her sister’s reaction. But then she heard her sister’s slightly hoarse voice:

“Can I look a little longer?”

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