Reborn: The Return of the Villainous Mr. Liu

Chapter 627 The Golden Clock Shows The Past (11)

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The door was forcibly pushed open and as Zhan Yahui, Yating and some other higher ups of Dream High rushed inside the house, they felt the eerie silence in the air. Zhan Yahui ran towards the bedroom and she, along with everybody else, found Guiying lying on the bed.

Zhan Yahui slowly walked towards her, taking light and quiet steps. She saw a small and open bottle and considering how it was empty from inside, it was easy to draw the conclusion that Guiying had consumed all the sleeping pills from it and died from an overdose.

Yating stared at her blankly but the reality still refused to register in his mind. His unblinking eyes looked at her dead body in a daze and so did Zhan Yahui's. Yating quickly propped his knee to feel her pulse but there was none. There was no use calling for an ambulance.

Cai Guiying was no more.

"Cai Guiying re-really killed herself!?"

"I-I cannot believe this…"

"What will happen now?"

"First Zhou Ai's death and now Cai Guiying's! How will we handle this? Especially her readers and fans!?"

Everybody suddenly stopped talking as they felt a deadly and cold stare from Yating. They zipped their mouths shut, not speaking a word further.

"Guiying gave up on her life…and all you can think about is PR right now?" The danger in his voice made them sweat hard.

Zhan Yahui kept staring at Guiying, her last words on her post echoing in her mind.

'I am so…very sorry…'

She clenched her fists, an unknown emotion swirling in her gaze. Without saying a word further, she turned and left Guiying's room. Everybody else was puzzled by this behavior as they expected Zhan Yahui to give more of a devastated reaction. Guiying was the writer under her after all.

But all they saw was indifference.

Zhan Yahui left Guiying's apartment and headed straight towards where Cai Lingyun was. Her sudden appearance jolted him in shock.

"What are you-"

Before he could complete his question, a sharp and deadly punch landed on his face. There was no chance or time to defend himself and he fell back hard, pain shooting over his entire face. His nose bled like anything and her knuckles had hit his left eye, making him almost blind from the impact.

"Are the bruises on Guiying's body because of you?"

Her voice was so quiet that it sent shivers down his spine for a moment. But remembering Ai's death discarded the fear erupting within him.

"Ye-Yeah so what!" She retorted harshly with tears forming in his eyes. "She deserved it! She killed Ai. She killed my Ai…! I want to marry Ai but she killed the woman I love! That useless sister of mine cannot be even compared to Ai and the nerve of her to push her! I should kill her too rather than just punching the shit out of her-"

A second punch landed on his face that was even more lethal than before. This time, it wasn't just limited to a punch but several kicks landed on his body. 

"You…Because of you, Guiying killed herself. It wasn't the sleeping pills but your fucking poison that killed her…"

His eyes widened amidst the pain stinging his body. "Huh? Kill herself?"I think you should take a look at

A sense of madness enveloped her gaze and her lips curved into a creepy and sinister smile. "How do you feel after killing your sister? I suppose you would be very thrilled, wouldn't you?"

"Gu-Guiying committed suicide…?"

"Oh my look at the shock on your face as if you never expected this."

Cai Lingyun was genuinely aghast by this news but soon, an angry laughter escaped his lips. "Guiying…Guiying killed herself huh? That's great! That's what she deserves! Finally, she did something right, otherwise I would have strangled her with my own hands!"

Her gaze darkened further. 

"She was nothing but a useless girl ever since childhood! The only merit she had for me was that she became best friends with Ai. But now even my Ai…sh-she killed her…she deserved to die!"

"I killed Ai."

"...What?"

Zhan Yahui took out a small bottle from her bag and bent on her knee. She casually uncapped the bottle and spilled out all the sleeping pills from it.

"You are right. It was Guiying who pushed Ai but it was my intervention that killed her. Guiying was simply agitated at that man who was supposed to be her elder brother but turned out to be a fucking abusive ass. A man who should have treasured his sister in their parents' absence but turned out to be the biggest curse of her life. It wasn't the guilt that killed Guiying but her brother's years of indifference and comparison instead."

She smiled. "Responsible elder brothers protect their sisters. You couldn't do the protection part for your whole life but at least you could join her in the afterlife before you move to spend your entirety in hell."

"Y-you…!" He freaked out seeing her manic expression. "Don't blame me as if you were any good to her! You used her for your own selfishness too!"

"Yes, I did. But I don't feel guilty, neither Guiying should feel sad about it because I am not her sister. I didn't make any promises. We don't share the same blood, that's why I was not obligated to be nice to her. But you were and you failed. Pathetically I must say so."

"S-so why are you here punching me if you don't care about her!?"

"Because I lost the writer I so painstakingly groomed to be my winning ticket for my revenge plan. So you have to bear the responsibility now."

Zhan Yahui grabbed his hair and forcefully pushed all the pills down his throat. He resisted crazily, but the punches on his face were so painful that it hurt more even if he moved slightly.

Cai Lingyun violently coughed after being forced to gulp all the pills. He tried to puke them out, but she didn't let him.

"No, no, don't bother. You die here. This is your end, Cai Lingyun. Your sorry life doesn't deserve to breathe anymore."

Cai Lingyun struggled helplessly on the floor and wriggled, clutching his neck. His face grew pale as the overdose of sleeping pills started to kick in.

Zhan Yahui coldly stayed there and watched him the entire time until Cai Lingyun breathed his last and lay dead.

It was silent once again and after a long time, Zhan Yahui stood up and headed out as if nothing had happened. She walked on the road in the dead of the night, her mind devoid of any thoughts and an expression so vacant that felt deserted.

But even through that seemingly deadpan gaze, yet another tiny tear had trickled out of her irises that settled on her wet eyelashes.