After My Death, I Became a Heartless Madman - Chapter 37.1

In the cool evening breeze, Song Shizhou was slightly dazed, oblivious to Lan Chi’s sudden appearance.

Su Ziqing followed her gaze and, amidst a string of sparkling lights, covered her mouth in surprise.

“Eh? Why is there a Little White Dragon too?”

That figure became a distant speck in the evening wind. The weather forecast had predicted rain tonight, so she had brought an umbrella. Chairman Chen had said she might meet the person she longed to see tonight.

So, she came.

Across thousands of miles, braving countless dangers, Lan Chi suddenly felt weary, a little sleepy.

Song Fengyu’s arm around Song Shizhou’s waist tightened unconsciously enough to cause pain, yet she remained unaware.

Lan Chi shouldn’t she be dead?

Cold sweat broke out on Song Fengyu’s back.

The three of them reacted differently. Lan Chi chuckled softly and stepped toward them, one foot after another.

Her face was identical to Bai Ruowei’s the closer she got, the more terrifying it became. Song Fengyu almost wondered if they were the same person, but she quickly dismissed the thought. In terms of demeanor, Lan Chi and Bai Ruowei were worlds apart.

Lan Chi reached out to them.

Song Shizhou froze, then instinctively extended her hand.

Their fingers intertwined tightly.

Lan Chi leaned in, and the two embraced intimately, like waking from a long dream, filled with the joy and hope of rebirth. Lan Chi’s hair cascaded down, it seemed longer now brushing against Song Shizhou’s neck, reminiscent of those misty, rainy nights in Flying Bird Town.

Song Shizhou felt goosebumps rise all over her body.

Those pale green eyes, identical to Bai Ruowei’s, gazed down gently yet they seemed eternally tender, never capable of uttering the hurtful words Bai Ruowei would.

She leaned close to Song Shizhou’s ear and whispered,

“Long time no see, Shi Zhou.”

“I’m sorry.”

She knew what she was apologizing for.

“I told you, if I survived, I owed you one.”

Now, it was time to fulfill that promise.

Not everything could be mended with an apology. Lan Chi lifted her head, quietly studying Song Shizhou’s expression. Having lived so many years, she thought she had weathered all storms yet now, an unfamiliar tension crept into her heart.

She was nervous. If Song Shizhou refused to forgive her, what then?

Song Shizhou’s heart pounded wildly, as if it might burst any second. She wanted to ask why Lan Chi was here, what her appearance meant but the words stuck in her throat. Su Ziqing was even more flustered. Lan Chi’s pale green eyes flickered over Song Fengyu and Su Ziqing, the latter nearly swooning under that glance, as if about to ascend on the spot.

Lan Chi held her hand, warmth spreading through Song Shizhou’s palm. She hesitated then, in the next moment, subtly withdrew her hand.

Lan Chi paused, then smiled faintly.

“Shi Zhou, I have so much to tell you, but it’s too late tonight.”

“I’ll find you again when the time is right.”

With that, Lan Chi left.

Song Fengyu suddenly grew anxious. She turned to Song Shizhou.

“Shi Zhou, just how much do you know?”

Song Shizhou replied calmly,

“Feng Yu, I know just as much as you do.”

Song Fengyu had learned that Qingluan was once part of Lan Chi’s old faction. She also knew Lan Chi and Song Shizhou shared a deep connection, so Qingluan would undoubtedly be willing to help Shizhou escape Bai Ruowei’s grasp making her an ally.

But she had no idea Lan Chi was still alive. Even less did she expect Lan Chi to appear before them tonight, catching her off guard just as she was savoring the taste of victory.

She wanted to ask more, but as if suddenly remembering something, she hastily looked up, only to find Lan Chi had already vanished.

It was like a dream.

Su Ziqing rubbed her eyes.

“Huh? Where did Little White Dragon go again?”

Lan Chi had returned this time with her hair dyed blue, making her look even more mysterious. Su Ziqing chuckled.

“But that person obviously wasn’t Little White Dragon. Her hair was blue, let’s call her Little Blue Dragon instead.”

Only someone as whimsical as Su Ziqing could think like that. Song Shizhou admired her creativity, especially her talent for nicknames.

How did she always manage to be so spot-on?

A cool night breeze swept by.

Song Fengyu composed herself and said calmly, “It’s getting late. Xiao Su, you should head back first. We can talk another day.”

Her words were practically a dismissal. Fengyu had always been aloof, never showing such assertiveness before. Su Ziqing didn’t dare say another word and simply nodded.

She seemed to have something else to say to Shizhou but hesitated, stumbling over her words. But since Su Ziqing was always a bit scatterbrained, Shizhou didn’t dwell on her odd behavior.

In the darkness, the sharp honk of a Cadillac blared twice. Song Fengyu stepped out of the car and opened the passenger door for her.

Shizhou slowly slid inside.

Su Ziqing stood where she was, watching them leave. Only when the car had driven far into the distance did her expression finally relax.

She raised her hand, her fair skin was now bruised and bleeding from how tightly she had clenched her fingers.

Shizhou wasn’t used to sitting in the passenger seat. To her, that spot always implied some kind of special relationship with the driver. But since she and Fengyu were sisters, it felt even more awkward.

Fortunately, Fengyu wasn’t much of a talker.

It was now 1 a.m., and the once-bustling streets had quieted down. The two of them sat in a silence that felt almost deliberate.

A Mercedes suddenly cut in front of them. Fengyu didn’t yield instead, she slammed on the accelerator, the expensive tires screeching against the pavement. Shizhou jolted in her seat as the Mercedes driver rolled down his window and started cursing. Without a word, Fengyu revved the engine, ready to ram into him.

Shizhou quickly grabbed her arm.

“Sister Yu, what are you doing? Hit the brakes!”

The Mercedes driver chickened out. The woman looked refined and indifferent, but who knew she’d be so ruthless? He sped off in a hurry.

Fengyu smirked.

“What’s there to be afraid of?”

She glanced at Shizhou.

“You really didn’t leave Bai Ruowei any face this time. Do you actually hate her now?”

Shizhou replied flatly,

“Yeah.”

But whether she hated her or not, what difference did it make?

A notification chimed from Shizhou’s phone, the sound grating in both their ears. It was a message from Bai Ruowei. Shizhou lowered her gaze, the words in the chatbox glaringly clear under the dim light.

Bai Ruowei asked what was wrong, why she had suddenly refused hadn’t they agreed to announce their engagement at the banquet?

Engagement.

Song Shizhou smiled faintly, her palms red from how tightly she had clenched them.

How dare she even mention those two words.

To be hurt twice in two lifetimes by the same issue someone as foolish as her was truly one of a kind. When Bai Ruowei was unconscious, she had asked her one question:

“Between me and Zhao Yiqing, who would you choose to marry?”

What was Bai Ruowei’s answer again?

She said Zhao Yiqing.

She actually said Zhao Yiqing.

She should have seen it coming.

Miss Bai’s meaning was clear: the person she liked was herself, but if she really had to choose someone to marry, then Zhao Yiqing was the better option.

Because only someone with Zhao Yiqing’s privileged background was worthy of Bai Ruowei, while she was merely a pastime for Miss Bai when she was bored. Even a dog raised for four years could develop affection, let alone Song Shizhou, who loved her so deeply far more obedient than any pet.

Song Shizhou’s expression darkened profoundly. So, all those sacrifices Bai Ruowei had made, all those moving declarations of love, who were they really meant for?

The chat window displayed a missed voice call from Bai Ruowei, the incessant ringing echoing through the car.

Miss Bai was still desperately trying to hold on.

But she no longer wanted to listen.

Song Fengyu’s grip on the steering wheel tightened abruptly.

Thirty seconds later, the call ended automatically.

Too late.

Everything was already too late.

The car stereo played softly in the background. Feng Yu had always had impeccable taste some unfamiliar foreign song unfolded gently as they drove through the neon-lit night. The eerie red glow reflecting on the windows was unsettling yet strangely captivating. Only upon closer inspection did Song Shizhou realize it was the light from a traffic signal.

Amidst the music, she suddenly heard Feng Yu let out a soft laugh.

Utterly triumphant.

The car navigation announced a destination Song Fengyu’s private residence.

The pleasant mechanical voice had barely uttered three words before Feng Yu abruptly turned it off.

Song Shizhou chuckled.

“Sister Yu, just drop me off at my place.”

“My place” referred to the small studio apartment she had rented not long ago. It wasn’t spacious, but it was manageable for one person, and the location was convenient for getting around.

After a long pause, Song Fengyu finally replied.

“Alright.”

The car came to a smooth stop downstairs. Song Shizhou invited Sister Yu up, and Feng Yu agreed. She followed Shizhou upstairs, the motion-activated lights in the small apartment flickering intermittently, inexplicably stirring vague memories in her mind.

Song Fengyu’s head throbbed slightly perhaps a side effect of the heart medication she had been taking excessively lately.

The apartment was sparsely furnished. Feng Yu opened the fridge to find it empty.

Song Shizhou poured a glass of water and handed it to Sister Yu.

“Thank you.”

Song Fengyu accepted it.

She took a sip, contemplating whether she should take her medication. But tonight, for the first time in a while, she felt a flicker of happiness. The sedatives would only numb her emotions, leaving her to exist like a corpse.

So tonight, she wanted to indulge, just this once.

She had finally taken Song Shizhou back from Bai Ruowei’s grasp.

She felt happy.

She didn’t quite understand why she had reacted so strongly to Bai Ruowei, or why the mere thought of Shizhou being with her filled her with such resistance. Maybe it was intuition something telling her that Miss Bai was dangerous, and her little sister shouldn’t be entangled with someone like that.

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