"Answer my question first." Her tone was flat and unruffled, cold as ice. "Chen Yi, look at me when you speak."
He completely ignored the dagger, clicking his tongue impatiently as his tongue swept half a circle inside his mouth. Adopting a serious demeanor, he half-closed his eyes and gave her a sidelong glance. "Miao Jing, I'm your goddamn father. How dare you treat me like this? Who gave you the nerve?"
Her brow lowered over bright eyes as she cast him a cold, sharp glance—her gaze both icy and mesmerizing. Before Chen Yi could recover from her captivating eyes, he suddenly felt a sharp pain on his neck, cold yet burning, as if blood was quietly seeping out. The wound wasn't deep, but the dampness soaked into his hospital gown collar. Realizing she had ruthlessly cut him again, he furrowed his sword-like brows, sucked in a sharp breath, and his expression instantly darkened. "Are you fucking serious?!"
"What do you mean, serious or not?" Her round eyes glared directly, willow-like eyebrows shooting up, her expression faintly concealing long-standing resentment and bitterness. The bloodstained tip of the blade continued downward along his windpipe like an ice drill clinging to bone. She stared coldly at him, her slender white hand holding the knife, the blade gently undoing the first button of his hospital gown. The bewitching knife paused on his chest, her rose-colored lips seeming to curl slightly upward, her clear pupils harboring frost. "Guess whether I dare to act? You're so familiar with Officer Zhou—why not just call the police and say I'm... armed and attempting murder?"
His broad chest exposed a stretch of honey-toned skin before her eyes. The man's skin was warm and resilient, with a fine texture that contrasted sharply with the silver weapon. Chen Yi's pitch-black eyes fixed on Miao Jing, taking in the cold ferocity and dazzling allure hidden within her delicate, pure appearance—he wasn't afraid in the slightest, only feeling that Miao Jing at this moment possessed a chilling yet stunning sensuality, like a thorny, poisonous glacier rose.
"Call the police?" He lay comfortably, and if not for his bandaged arm hindering him, might even have rested his arms behind his head. His thick eyebrows arched high as he relaxed completely. "I raised you for so many years—what right do you have to kill me? I don't remember owing you anything, you little ingrate. After all those years of education, what exactly did you learn? Besides, how do you plan to kill me? Tie my hands and feet, keep me lying in bed, and stab me to death one knife at a time?"
This reminded her. Miao Jing's elegant brows relaxed as her fingers gently stroked his entire arm, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Of course not."
She sat on the edge of the hospital bed, kicked off her flats, and smoothed her long skirt. Beneath the hem, her soft, smooth legs shifted. Lifting her head to look at him, her eyes held a mix of shyness and profound meaning as she leaned close to his chest. A subtle fragrance suddenly enveloped him. Chen Yi thought she was going to lie beside him and instinctively shifted aside, but Miao Jing twisted her slender waist, flipped her skirt, and in an instant was kneeling astride his legs.
It looked less like a crime scene and more like a scene of seduction.
Chen Yi: ...
Miao Jing playfully lifted the small, bloodstained fruit knife again, pressing it against his chest. Her thick lashes lowered as the sharp blade coldly slid downward over his chest—bringing a chill, a sharp pain, and another kind of stimulation. Her expression remained cold yet gorgeous, focused on undoing the next button of his hospital gown. The loose blue-and-white striped garment fell open, revealing most of his chest: sleek, defined pectoral muscles, scattered faint scars, and tight muscle groups.
...
Adrenaline continued to surge.Chen Yi's eyes were dark and intrigued, even tinged with excitement. She understood, giving him a clear, sharp glance before speaking slowly.
"Officer Zhou came looking for you—did you do something wrong? Are you a suspect in some case, about to be arrested?"
He blurted out, "Of course not."
"Then you two are in cahoots? You committed a crime, and he's covering for you?"
The bastard was resolute, his expression displeased. "No!"
Satisfied with the answer, Miao Jing slid the fruit knife downward, but her control slipped, nicking the skin slightly. The needle-like pain brought a dark thrill.
The knife tip moved to undo the next button.
"Over these years, have you done any bad things that haven't been discovered yet? Theft, robbery, vices, gambling, drugs, murder, arson, smuggling, fraud?"
Chen Yi's gaze flickered subtly, but his tone was amused. "Didn't you forbid it?"
"Just because I forbade it, you really didn't do any?"
"I didn't!"
A faint smile hidden at the corner of her lips, Miao Jing undid another button. When she looked up, she met Chen Yi's gaze—startlingly bright, unnervingly intense.
"Did you fool around casually with women?"
"No."
"Really not?"
He cursed under his breath. "No, damn it. You're always wishing diseases on me. When you left, you said with teary eyes I should have a proper relationship and settle down. Fool around? In your mind, is that all I'm good for?"
"After I left, how many girlfriends did you have?"
Chen Yi frowned, seemingly displeased with the question. The fruit knife tip pressed harder, another searing pain making him suck in a sharp breath.
"Two!"
"Which two? Tu Li, and who else?"
"Met a woman through sports betting."
"You're lying." Miao Jing's eyes turned cold as she twisted the knife tip again. "When I first started college, I called you, and you said there was another woman by your side! Told me to stop bothering you!"
"No." His face darkened, brows drooping. "I... there wasn't anyone then. I was swamped every day... no mood for women."
"Why lie to me?"
"You weren't focusing on your studies, always thinking about finding me. Do you know how busy I was, still having to deal with you?" He curled his lip. "Annoying enough."
Miao Jing watched him silently for a moment, undoing the last button of his shirt. As the fabric fell open, his well-built chest and flat abdomen were exposed unabashedly before her. Chen Yi also glanced down, rather proudly—compared to the reckless youth of six years ago, he was more robust and refined, his assets more substantial.
The knife tip trailed down his flat abdomen, pausing at the striped trousers. After hesitating for two seconds, it lightly hooked the white drawstring but lingered without further action.
Chen Yi's eyes grew pitch-black, the scattered minor wounds on his body now numb, overshadowed by a more intense physical sensation spreading through him.
Miao Jing asked him calmly, "Did you ever think of me?"
"Yes..."
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