As deep as love is, so much hate is.

originally thought that everything would pass like this, and Ling Yunyan would be able to let her go, so that she would no longer be dirty and stealing, so that she could slowly calm down and gradually return to the normal track of life, but she miscalculated again.

Ling Yunyan not only refused to let go of her cash cow, which is convenient for insurance, but also opened her mouth on the phone, completely ignoring whether she could do it, and asked her to provide five kidneys and a pair of livers in a short time, saying that Robert was in urgent need and asked her to complete it.

The moment he received the call, all Zhao Xiaoyu's love for Ling Yunyan was gone, only full of satisfied hatred, hatred for this hypocritical man, hatred for his ruthlessness and unintentionality, hatred for him ruining himself but still being indifferent.

Although on the phone, she still agreed to him calmly and simply as usual, but when she put down the phone, Zhao Xiaoyu knew that the flame called hatred was burning in her chest, reflecting her face and burning her eyes.

Her mind suddenly appeared of Ling Yunyan becoming a corpse, lying on her workbench in the funeral home, accepting her to give him the final finishing of his remains.

This fantasy made her shiver, but it also made her realize, and at that moment, she seemed to suddenly understand what she should do.

Zhao Xiaoyu looked at the time, what a coincidence, this day happened to be Christmas Eve the day before Christmas, and it was now 14:27 in the afternoon, the time was still early, and under her arrangement, a tragic drama was about to be staged.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiaoyu smiled for the first time since she knew the truth.

A few hours later, at 17:25, when Ling Yunyan was about to get off work, Zhao Xiaoyu took the initiative to call him for the first and last time, asking him to come to his house, in addition to inviting him to spend Christmas Eve together, he also said that he had something important to tell him.

At 18:30, Ling Yunyan stepped into Zhao Xiaoyu's door, and he saw Zhao Xiaoyu, who never wore makeup, wearing exquisite light makeup, and was sitting at the table waiting for him, with a few red candles lit on the table, full of dishes he likes to eat, and a bottle of red wine.

The candlelight reflected on Zhao Xiaoyu's carefully groomed face, making her look beautiful and moving; And her red lips are delicate and seductive.

Ling Yunyan didn't know that after tonight, he would completely disappear from this world, and Zhao Xiaoyu, who he had always thought he could control and control with one hand, actually made a death covenant for him.

At this moment, after seeing Zhao Xiaoyu's charming side, he couldn't help but have a feeling of being impressed and ready to move.

At 20:30, Ling Yunyan and Zhao Xiaoyu experienced almost two hours of passionate lingering, and they were shocked to realize that they were hungry after being protested by their stomachs.

After the dress stopped, the two sat down at the table to have their Christmas Eve dinner, under Zhao Xiaoyu's deliberate persuasion, the bottle of red wine she prepared for this date was almost drunk by Ling Yunyan alone, of course, Zhao Xiaoyu mixed a lot of peace in the wine in advance was also drunk by him.

At 21:15, in the square facing Zhao Xiaoyu's window, the people who were preparing to welcome Christmas here began to make noise, the atmosphere of the scene was already hot, and Ling Yunyan at this time had already shown signs of delirium.

After putting on his coat and hats and gloves, Zhao Xiaoyu, who had wrapped himself tightly from head to toe, half-helped and half-pushed him out of the house, came to the square, found a remote corner and sat down, if others saw them, they only felt that they were a couple who came to join in the fun.

At 23:30, they had been sitting here for a long time.

The crowds of revelers in the square came and went, but because the corner was so remote, some people passed in front of them at first, and then no one passed by anymore.

Zhao Xiaoyu leaned against Ling Yunyan with his body, supporting him to sit upright in the chair, and Ling Yunyan was already unconscious and fell into a coma at this time.

Looking around to make sure no one was paying attention, Zhao Xiaoyu took out a sharp scalpel she had prepared from her bag, pulled it over Ling Yunyan's left hand, took off his scarf and wrapped it around his left wrist, and slashed it at the artery of his left wrist with a scalpel in imitation of suicide.

Seeing the blood gushing out, but not splashing out because it was wrapped in a scarf, she put the scalpel in his right hand and pinched it to create the illusion that he had cut the pulse himself, and let go of her hand and let the scalpel slide from his hand to the ground.

At 23:35, Zhao Xiaoyu carefully checked it and confirmed that there were no traces, so he got up and left the corner.

She walked to the center of the bright square, melted into the crowd, watched for a while, and when no one noticed, she left the square.

On the bench, Ling Yunyan sat alone, as his blood continued to flow, in ignorance, he quietly walked towards the end of his life.

At 24 o'clock, the big bell in the square rang, and the noise of the crowd reached a boil.

Zhao Xiaoyu returned to her house, she cleaned up the room, put the garbage in a bag and threw it to the garbage station in the community, if someone opened it, they would see an empty Valium medicine bottle inside, two goblets that had drunk red wine, and a red wine bottle that had been drunk.

After cleaning, she took a shower and lay down in bed and fell asleep very easily.

At 5:40, the sound of sirens in the square woke Zhao Xiaoyu up.

She got up and looked out of the window, and saw the figure in the corner where she and Ling Yunyan had sat quietly, and she knew that Ling Yunyan's body had been found.

An imperceptible sneer hung on the corner of her mouth, she took the purse and touched it, Ling Yunyan's mobile phone, wallet, and keys were all well packed in her bag.

At 8 o'clock, Zhao Xiaoyu appeared at Ling Yunyan's residence with a small duffel bag.

After opening the door, she changed into slippers and looked around the room casually, without lingering too long, she put Ling Yunyan's wallet and keys on the coffee table in his living room, she carefully removed the traces she might have left, closed the door and left.

At 9:10, Zhao Xiaoyu came to the children's welfare institute next to S City, and on the way, she threw Ling Yunyan's mobile phone into a small river she was passing by.

She was welcomed by everyone in the orphanage, and when she said that she wanted to borrow it for a few days, adjust herself, and play more with the children by the way, no one thought that she couldn't do it, after all, this was where she grew up.

A few days later, Yang Zi and the others found this place according to the clues they had, and when they appeared in front of Zhao Xiaoyu, she breathed a sigh of relief, and all this was finally over.

She knew that there was no way for her to turn back, but she was still relieved to think that from now on, she would return to her former innocence, even if she would be punished by the law, even if she would pay the price of prison or her life.

———— End of Volume 1————