Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?
Chapter 318: Twisted Love

Xiao Chen saw Xu Jiadong getting out of the car with the statue and hurried forward to take it.

"Don’t touch it."

Xu Jiadong immediately roared the rebuke, startling Xiao Chen, who quickly withdrew his hands.

Realizing his attitude might have been a bit harsh, Xu Jiadong softened his tone, "I have asked for this to be brought here; it shouldn’t be touched by outsiders."

"Mr. Xu, I didn’t understand, I was presumptuous, I’m really sorry." Xiao Chen quickly apologized upon hearing this.

"It’s fine, come up with me." Xu Jiadong said.

"Ah? Me?" Xiao Chen didn’t react at first.

Before, he was never allowed to go up.

"Uh-huh."

Xu Jiadong nodded, not offering further explanation, and started walking forward, with Xiao Chen quickly following behind.

When they reached the elevator, Xiao Chen pressed the button. The elevator doors opened, and Xiao Chen gestured for Xu Jiadong to enter first.

But Xu Jiadong said, "Get in."

Xiao Chen was startled but quickly walked in, and Xu Jiadong, holding the statue, looked inside before stepping in.

Then, with his back to Xiao Chen, he kept a vigilant watch on the elevator door’s reflection.

Xiao Chen felt Mr. Xu was acting strangely today, but he was just a driver and felt it was not his place to ask.

When the elevator opened again, Xiao Chen intended to follow out, but Xu Jiadong said, "You can go; I’ll call you when I need the car."

Without waiting for Xiao Chen to respond, he walked towards a security door.

"Ah Xiu, open the door." Xu Jiadong holding the statue used his foot to kick the door twice.

The door was promptly opened from the inside, revealing a face that could scowl or smile charmingly.

The person opening the door was none other than Yan Zicong’s ex-wife; she opened the door fully to reveal herself.

She appeared voluptuous and well-proportioned, a ripe and beautiful young woman.

To be honest, Yan Zicong was rather out of his league marrying her, but it was her outstanding beauty that had caught Xu Jiadong’s attention.

"Why didn’t you say you were coming over?" Yang Yunxiu found it odd.

Normally, a visitor would give a heads-up before arrival.

"What, have you got a man hidden in there?" Xu Jiadong’s voice boomed, half in jest.

Yang Yunxiu spat at him in response, then said, "There’s a child, I’m not doing that kind of work anymore."

Then, her eyes landed on the statue in Xu Jiadong’s arms, asking with some curiosity, "What’s that?"

She couldn’t tell what it was because it was wrapped in red cloth.

"Don’t talk nonsense, this is a statue I’ve brought for you." Xu Jiadong carefully placed the statue on the table.

"You still believe in this stuff, have you been doing too many guilty deeds?" Yang Yunxiu said.

Xu Jiadong did not answer her question but turned to look at her, his gaze revealing a savage cruelty, yet with a touch of madness and fierceness.

"Yan Zicong is dead," Xu Jiadong said.

Upon hearing this, Yang Yunxiu first froze, then her face turned extremely pale in an instant.

If someone asked her if she had ever loved Yan Zicong, she could confidently say she did, and that she still does, including at this very moment, which might sound unbelievable.

But her love was indeed so twisted; the more she loved him, the more she tormented him. The deeper the torment, the more she felt a thrilling pleasure, her love was deeply perverse.

She was like a filthy ditch, covered with green duckweed on the surface, looking vibrant with life, but once you removed the duckweed, what’s exposed was a stinking, rotting, silt-filled cesspit.

However, no matter how foul the ditch, once you clear away the silt, a patch of clean soil lies beneath.

Yan Zicong belonged to that piece of clean soil in her life, where love began on campus without any ulterior motives, pure and untainted.

But in the end, this patch of purity was overtaken by silt, rotted and putrid, while the vibrant duckweed grew back, looking fresh and bright on the surface but failing to cover up the stench beneath.

Yet now that Yan Zicong was dead, at this moment, she felt a breath-stealing pain, while also feeling an indescribable excitement.

So, she contorted her mouth into a very strange smile.

"How did he die?"

Her voice was steady, without a tremor, almost with a hint of excitement.

"He committed suicide; he did it because of you," Xu Jiadong whispered into Yang Yunxiu’s ear.

Yang Yunxiu wrapped her arms around his neck, her cheeks flushed, her body temperature rising quickly, trembling, a surge of indescribable pleasure sweeping through her.

Xu Jiadong was startled by her reaction, and then, seeming to think of something, the corners of his mouth also curled up into a perverse smile. He reached out and grasped the softness of the other person with great strength.

Yang Yunxiu involuntarily cried out in pain, but it seemed to excite her even more, her eyes appearing as though they were about to overflow with water.

And then they really did overflow, rolling down her cheeks.

Xu Jiadong was old after all, and after a burst of excitement, his whole body went limp.

"Sorry..." He felt a bit embarrassed himself.

"It’s okay, you were already very impressive."

Tears streaked Yang Yunxiu’s face, which remained flush with excitement.

The more Xu Jiadong spoke about it, the more stifled he felt, but there was nothing he could do about getting older. No matter how powerful and wealthy one was, it was of no use.

So he changed the subject: "Are you sad?"

"No, I’m happy, extremely happy," Yang Yunxiu said with a smile.

Xu Jiadong stared at her for a while before saying, "You and Tom are really twisted, truly despicable."

"Isn’t this what you wanted?" Yang Yunxiu responded.

Xu Jiadong grinned, suddenly really wanting to smoke a cigarette.

But before he could pull out a smoke, he remembered he was here to see his son.

So he asked, "Where’s my son?"

"He’s sleeping in the room." Yang Yunxiu stood up from the sofa and straightened her clothes.

Just then, the sound of a child crying came from the room.

"Speaking of him, he wakes up. Did he hear us talking, haha..."

Xu Jiadong laughed loudly, bare-chested and wearing only his underwear, as he walked towards the room, followed by Yang Yunxiu.

Just at that moment, the child’s crying suddenly stopped, and it seemed to turn into laughter.

Then they faintly heard a low voice.

"Little baby, good and quiet, no tears, go to sleep..."

A chill ran straight from their spines to the crowns of their heads, leaving their entire bodies ice-cold - they were all too familiar with that voice.

Xu Jiadong was the first to react, abruptly looking down at his chest only to find that the protective talisman he had just received was gone.

He turned and ran towards the table, clutching the divine statue to his chest.

Yang Yunxiu watched all this in a daze, slightly bewildered.

It seemed that the statue gave Xu Jiadong some courage, and he took a long breath and said, "Go open the door and see how the child is doing."

Yang Yunxiu hesitated for a moment, but still stepped forward and slowly opened the door.

But they didn’t see the person they were expecting, only the little cradle swinging from side to side...

Both fell silent, feeling a sense of unease rising from within.

At that moment, Yang Yunxiu was pushed from behind, thrusting her into the room.

"Go check on the child."

Upon hearing this, Yang Yunxiu took a deep breath, looked around, and her cheeks, which had been flushed, paled as if the tide had receded.

Because it was a nursery, there wasn’t much in it, so she could see everything at a glance. Seeing nothing unusual, she breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped forward to look into the cradle at her son.

But in an instant, she paused in her tracks, her face turning pale once again.

For her son was holding a tiger claw-shaped teether, swinging it up and down.

She never had the habit of placing toys next to her son when he slept, always taking them away. Mainly because she feared that turning over in sleep could hurt the child.

Her gaze shifted to a small table beside it, on which lay a drum, a rattle, a shaker, and other infant toys.

At this time, Xu Jiadong finally entered carrying the divine statue.

Just then, a loud crash suddenly came from the living room.

Both hurried to the living room, only to see the table overturned on the floor, in complete disarray.

"This... this..."

If the previous event could still be explained away as an illusion, what they saw now was beyond any illusion, and Yang Yunxiu felt engulfed by an overwhelming fear.

"Wah..."

The child’s cry was deafening.

This was just the beginning...