Chapter 52

In the dimly lit room behind the drawn curtains, the blade in Ye Sansang’s hand gleamed faintly with a cold light as it moved ever so slightly. Tilting her head, she faced the peephole, sensing that the person outside might be watching it too. A smile curved her lips, her eyes narrowing with keen interest as she waited for the visitor to open the door and come in.

Unfortunately, the other party seemed somewhat “shy,” unwilling to step inside.

She knew they had the means to unlock the door.

Their hesitation was truly disappointing.

After a while, the faint sound of a car starting outside reached her ears, and the visitor drove directly into the compound.

Ye Sansang turned away from the door and approached the table, her gaze fixed mockingly on Qian Can, who sat before her.

Qian Can’s ears hadn’t been deafened by her presence; he heard everything that had just transpired. The supposed lifeline had abandoned him, and his emotions surged with agitation.

The visitor, assuming he was absent, had simply left.

Watching Qian Can crumble, no longer resisting, Ye Sansang raised her hand, the blade descending swiftly.

A cold gleam flashed.

A horrific scream drowned in his throat as Qian Can’s once calm expression twisted into a grotesque mask.

With the mouth sealed by tape, Ye Sansang meticulously slashed across his lips.

After silently admiring her handiwork, she ended the live stream and logged off the dark web.

Before delivering the fatal stroke, she leaned close to Qian Can’s ear and whispered a few words.

Villains often perish by their own verbosity, but the satisfaction of speaking their truths before death was immense. She shamelessly shared her suspicions with him.

It also served to let him know that his death was not unjust.

Blood gushed from Qian Can’s wounds, and under Ye Sansang’s watchful eyes, his life slowly faded.

She placed the knife beside his ear, surveying the pool of blood on the floor. Inside the well-decorated fireplace, she burned all the raincoats and boots until nothing remained, then turned to leave.

As a professional, she left shoe covers over the shoes inside the rain boots and wore gloves as she exited.

Retracing her steps, she removed her hood, mask, gloves, and shoe covers in a secluded spot and burned them all before returning home.

For Ye Sansang, this was a process of reclaiming control and emotional awareness—a different kind of life.

Back at the Lin residence, she entered the bathroom and took a cold shower.

Due to the numerous injuries sustained over the past two years, Lin Ying’s body was fragile; even a brief cold rinse could trigger discomfort or fever.

Ye Sansang had discovered this after killing Qin He and letting herself be drenched; now, she put that knowledge to use.

Indeed, within two hours, a chill spread through her body, and the dizziness deepened.

She tidied the bathroom and wrapped herself tightly in a quilt.

As for news of Qian Can, she left the messages unread, lying in bed without taking medicine.

She needed not only an alibi but also to appear incapacitated.

Whether others believed it mattered little; what she needed was to confuse them.

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