The white medicine bottle left by Gu Yanzhi became the only truth that Su Wan could touch from the outside world in this eternal darkness.
It was like a seed buried deep under the frozen soil, giving her all the reasons to survive the long winter.
She no longer engaged in any form of passive resistance.
She began to eat, smiling and swallowing all the food that had made her nauseous, one bite at a time. She needs energy, physical strength, and needs to re-maintain this body that has been tortured too thin into a "healthy" and "valuable" work of art.
Only healthy works of art are eligible to be exhibited.
Only a healthy prisoner has the strength to smash her cage.
She played "Moonlight" more "perfectly" than ever.
She would even take the initiative to ask Uncle Chen to use a ruler to correct her substandard posture. Whenever the cold wooden ruler fell on her body, the expression on her face was still Lu Qingyue-like, with a hint of grievance and stubbornness. But in her heart, she was calmly calculating.
Calculating the limits of his own body, calculating the laws of action of everyone in this mansion, and calculating the cycle of Bo Jinshen's every transnational trip.
She was like the most patient cheetah lurking in the deep grass, gathering all her minions and quietly waiting for the moment when she could strike a fatal blow.
Bo Jinshen seems to be very satisfied with this work that has finally been completely "tamed". For the next month, he never came back. The atmosphere in the mansion regained a calm like stagnant water.
Su Wan's camouflage is seamless.
It wasn't until a month later that her body took the lead in sending her the most violent and unexpected alarm.
It was an early morning.
She sat at the table as usual, ready to enjoy the medium-rare steak.
But when the maid put the plate in front of her, the smell mixed with the slight fishiness of meat and the aroma of butter, without warning, like a heavy hammer, slammed into her stomach.
A violent, uncontrollable nausea surged up from the depths of her throat.
"Vomit—"
Before she could even react, she leaned down uncontrollably and retched violently.
She didn't vomit anything, only sour gastric juice burning her esophagus. The embarrassing and violent physiological reaction instantly tore apart the perfect "moonlight" that she had maintained for a month.
The maid who delivered the food turned pale with fright and stood aside at a loss.
Su Wan covered her mouth and forced herself to suppress the nausea. She raised her head, her face had quickly switched back to that weak and innocent expression, and in Lu Qingyue's apologetic voice, she said softly: "I'm sorry, maybe... I caught a cold last night and felt a little uncomfortable in my stomach. "
The maid didn't dare to ask more, so she quickly removed the plate and replaced it with a bowl of light rice porridge.
Su Wan didn't touch the bowl of porridge.
She sat there, her body trembling slightly from fear, but her mind was in chaos.
Not a cold.
She knows it well.
The sudden, extreme sensitivity to smells, the feeling of repulsion that springs from the deepest part of the body and is completely uncontrollable...
A terrible, absurd thought that almost made her blood flow backwards, like a cold poisonous snake, wrapped around her heart.
She subconsciously put her hand on her lower abdomen, which was so flat that there was no trace of fat.
There...
The humiliating images that she deliberately sealed in the deepest part of her memory exploded in her mind uncontrollably.
It was the night of Lu Qingyue's death anniversary.
The man left early the next morning with a hangover headache and disgust after being drunk and misidentified.
But that's not the end.
A few days later, he came again.
Late at night, he broke into her room with a cold, lustful, purely venting hostility.
He didn't drink alcohol and was more sober than ever.
He didn't even call the name that belonged to Lu Qingyue.
He only rudely possessed her in a way that treated the lowest of tools used to satisfy desires.
The whole process, no kisses, no caresses.
Only the most primitive encroachment of male animals, full of punishment and predation.
And she was under him, because of pain and humiliation, but was forcibly ordered not to make a sound, dead silence.
Afterwards, he didn't even stay in her room for a second, so he got up and went to the bathroom, the sound of water washing over his body, as if washing away some dirt.
And she, like a dirty rag, was casually discarded on the messy bed.
That time, he did nothing.
Because in his eyes, her "work" may not even be worthy of the qualifications to give birth to life.
Su Wan's face, inch by inch, became as pale as paper.
She began to frantically and uncontrollably, counting the days.
Her menstrual period has always been very accurate.
And this month... It's been a full ten days late.
Ten days.
This number, like a mountain that collapsed, crushed all her luck to pieces.
Fear.
A fear deeper and more bone-chilling than being nailed to a window or burning a drawing instantly engulfed her whole body.
A child...
In her stomach, there was ... It may be pregnant with the devil's child.
A scoundrel born of hatred and humiliation.
An unexpected, perhaps unacknowledged... Life.
What will he do to this child?
Treat him like a new, more interesting toy?
Or, like those drafts he threw into the fireplace, before it took shape, he ruthlessly erased it completely?
Su Wan bit his lip and tasted a hint of blood.
She couldn't let this happen.
No matter which ending, she can't accept it.
She had to ... Do something.
Confirm it.
She must first confirm this speculation.
She couldn't let Gu Yanzhi come to the mansion again. Uncle Chen's surveillance is pervasive, and any abnormal inspection may make her doomed.
She had to get out.
Go to the hospital.
Go to one, which will allow her to get the most accurate answer and ... The place where you can see Gu Yanzhi.
The white medicine bottle lying deep in the mattress, which she regarded as a treasure, and the note that had already been swallowed by her and engraved every word into her bone marrow, came to her mind again.
[In case of emergency, you may need to get out for a short time and take three capsules in a row, which can cause the illusion of acute hypoglycemic coma...]
It's a huge, crazy gamble.
If she fails, she will lose everything, including this little life in her belly that has not yet been proven.
But she has no choice.
The vague "survival" instinct that once sprouted in her heart was catalyzed into a clear, firm, even crazy plan by this sudden child at this moment.
She wants to gamble.
With your own life, with this child's life, gamble on a way to survive.
From that day on, Su Wan's performance entered a new stage.
She began to "get sick" quietly.
She still eats on time, but her appetite has decreased significantly. Her face, visible to the naked eye, is getting paler day by day. When she walks, she will inadvertently experience instant dizziness and need to hold on to the wall to stand firm.
She disguised all this seamlessly, like a reasonable weakness that would inevitably occur after long-term depression and malnutrition.
Uncle Chen saw all this in his eyes.
Although he is ruthless, his most basic duty is to ensure the "appearance" of this "work". He began to ask the kitchen to adjust Su Wan's menu and add more nutritious soups.
But Su Wan's "condition" did not improve.
Wait for the best time, place, and people.
Finally, the opportunity came.
One day a week later, while supervising garden pruning, Uncle Chen answered a half-hour call from Bo's old house. Su Wan judged from his expression and the occasional leaked words that it was a certain elder of the Bo family who was in a difficult situation.
At the same time, Bo Jinshen is holding a multinational, hours-long, extremely important online board meeting. This is a well-known thing in the mansion, and during this time period, it is impossible to report any "small things" to him.
It's now.
At lunchtime.
A new young maid who looked only eighteen or nineteen years old and was very timid delivered lunch to Su Wan's room.
Su Wan looked at her, a pale and weak smile on her face.
"Yes... Can you pour me a glass of warm water? I was a little dizzy. "
Her voice was as weak as a feather.
The young maid did not dare to neglect it, nodded quickly, turned around to pour water.
It was this moment.
Su Wan took out the white medicine bottle from the pocket of her nightdress at a lightning speed that was completely inconsistent with her weak appearance.
Without the slightest hesitation, she poured all the three white tablets she had prepared into her heart.
The moment the maid turned around, she raised her head and swallowed the tablet and the sip of water that had been prepared at hand.
The movements are clean and neat, leaving no trace.
When the maid came back with a water glass, Su Wan had already regained her weak appearance.
She took the water glass, took a sip, and placed the cup on the table.
She stood up and, as usual, prepared to go to the bathroom to wash her hands.
She calculated the time.
Half an hour.
The effect of the drug will occur within half an hour.
She had to go to the most conspicuous, spottable, and panic-inducing place.
- Corridor on the second floor, entrance to the main staircase.
She walked out of the door, her steps floating, her body swaying slightly.
"Miss Moonlight, are you okay?"
The young maid who followed her asked worriedly.
"It's okay..."
Su Wan's voice had begun to float uncontrollably, "I'm just... It's a bit ..."
Her words were not finished.
A strong, earth-spinning feeling of vertigo suddenly grabbed her.
The scene in front of him began to blur, ghost, and then quickly, swallowed up by a darkness.
Her body went limp, like a vine that had been pulled out of all support, and without warning, she fell straight to the cold and hard floor.
The muffled, body-to-ground sound of colliding with the ground.
"Ah——!!!"
Immediately afterwards, it was the young maid who cut through the dead silence of the entire mansion and screamed in horror.
"Come on! Come on! Miss Moonlight fainted! "
No...
Chaotic footsteps came from all directions.
Uncle Chen's figure was the first to appear at the staircase.
He saw Su Wan who fell to the ground, his face was like gold paper, his lips were purple, and he was almost breathless, and for the first time, there was a shocking and unconcealable panic on his iceberg face.
He rushed forward, squatted down, and probed Su Wan's carotid artery with trembling fingers.
Pulse...
It was so faint that it was almost imperceptible.
In Uncle Chen's mind, there are only these two words left.
Mr. Wang's most important "work", under his supervision, actually ...
He couldn't imagine that if Su Wan died like this, what awaited him would be such a terrifying thunderous anger from Bo Jinshen.
He made a quick decision and issued a roaring order to the servants behind him, who had completely lost their usual calm.
"Call the driver! Get ready! Immediately! "
"Send to the hospital! Fast! "
He didn't have time to ask the man who was having an important meeting.
Now, saving the life of this "work" is the overriding and first priority!
A second before she completely lost consciousness, Su Wan felt that she was hugged by a pair of powerful arms.
She smelled Uncle Chen's familiar cold, hard smell mixed with cigars and colognes.
She heard his anxious, even trembling urging.
"Quick! Faster! "
She succeeded.
The corners of Su Wan's mouth, at an angle that no one could see, were extremely weakly hooked.
Immediately, she completely sank into the boundless, deep darkness.
This darkness is no longer a cage.
but the only one that leads to the light... Springboard.
She was waiting.
"Bang—"
Finished.